Leave the Building

You restrain Alex in the chair, but leave her there, and exit the room. Without any clues on how to escape, you wander the strange building several times over, lost and confused. It takes you hours before you finally find and activate the elevator out, but not before:

• Discovering all of Alex's transformed victims, who had been turned into girls who were being **** to star in pornography.

• Discovering Alex's staff members, who seemed to pledge loyalty to you, and carried the **** body of Alex somewhere into the depths of the building.

• Obtaining some clothing, though it was rather revealing.

• Tying up Alex's secretary and watching as she was carried off as well.

• Discovering Alex's office which was filled with [SPOILERS FOR A DIFFERENT ROUTE]. You never quite recovered from the sight.

You lead your army of followers into the elevator, and just as you're about to march out the door and call the cops, you feel something on your head.

*pat*

You look to your left, and find that a purple-haired woman with tan skin [Shantae, Shantae] has patted you on the head. The rest of your followers stare in wonder, but a few seconds later, another girl pats your head. Then another. And then two more.

*pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat*

*pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat*

The girls swarm you. Escape is futile. You're drowning in a sea of hands, all outstretched and trying desperately to touch your head. Your brown hair is frayed and frazzled and messed up to no end, with everyone touching it and moving their hands, more than a few strands are painfully pulled out.

And yet, as your knees bend from the pressure of a thousand grateful hands, you feel a sense of joy as you collapse. A primal happiness flows through you, and you collapse on the floor. The hands move to pat everywhere, not just your head. This is it. Though you never realized it, this is what had been missing from your life.

Love.

*pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat*

*pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat*

The hands continue to violate you, but deep down, you love it. Your arms and legs start to tremble as they pat you again and again, treating you like the cute and wholesome girl you were always meant to be. You give into your instincts and let out a moan of warm, fuzzy affection. The girls snicker, and speed up their patting.

*patpatpatpatpatpatpatpat*

*patpatpatpatpatpatpatpat*

Again and again, you let out cute, wholesome cries of being loved in a completely clean fashion. You shamelessly let them pat your body, turning you into their headpat plaything. Your body shakes and your heartbeat speeds up. Then at last, you can't take it anymore, and cry out.

"Pat me! Pat me like the good girl I am!"

And with that, the girls pat you very tenderly one last time, and leave you on the ground, your legs, shaking and trembling with happiness. You lie there for several minutes, (while the girls all stand back, respecting your space and making sure that you're alright, of course) before you stagger to your feet, barely able to walk. You catch your breath, blush, and present your head to the group, ready for round two of another lovely headpat session.

By the time you finish, it's been hours, and Alex and her secretary have already escaped their restraints and fled to mongolia where the police will never find them. But you don't care. You had found love, and friends that would be more than happy to pat your head all night long...

[HEADPAT ENDING]