Back To The Window

Rushing back to the window where you'd entered the mansion, you and your companion are stunned to find that it's completely vanished. Not even a single shard of glass lies near the now perfectly smooth wall that you could have sworn held the window you'd climbed in at. Searching all of the nearby corridors, neither you nor your young friend can actually find any windows whatsoever. It's almost as though the entire mansion were trying to keep you here, holding you in until it finishes the job. The teen starts up, his voice quivering.

"What are we going to do? There's no way out of here, no windows, no big doors, nothing! What the hell?! C'mon, you've gotta be able to think of something!"

You're a little irritated by the fact that he seems to think that you're the one who has to take care of everything, but he still has a point: unless the two of you can find a way out of this mansion, this couldn't possibly end well.

Trying to make your way through the labyrinthine hallways stretching throughout the mansion, you check room after room. Most are just ordinary bedrooms, some are closets filled with strange rubber costumes (which, for obvious reasons, you leave alone), and you even come across a dining room, but there isn't even a single hint of an exit. You eventually notice that the teenager's searching is becoming more frantic with every moment, as he rushes faster and faster from one door to the next, and worry that perhaps he's starting to snap... but then he opens a pristine white room, and you immediately understand.

"Finally, a toilet. I was worried I wouldn't be able to hold it in. Hey, what are you doing looking?!"

You're embarrassed for a moment and quickly shut the door. Trying to remain attentive, you look up and down the hall, making sure that nothing approaches, and listen closely for any sound aside from the disgusting noises coming from your cohort in the room behind you. When you feel confident that it's safe, you sit down and try to relax. That's when you hear a scream coming from the bathroom.

Slamming the door open, you see the poor young guy still sitting on the toilet, shiny light blue tendrils extending out of it, wrapped around his waist and weaving their way down his legs. He's clearly trying to stand, but the tentacle-like strands of fluid hold him down, and he can't seem to manage. For a second, you try reaching out to him, but as you do one of the tentacles lashes out at you, forcing you to pull back.

"Please, you gotta help me! You can't just leave me!"

He's holding his hands out to you, hoping you'll make some move to help him, but you can't. If you so much as approach that toilet, you'll be caught in the same predicament as he is, and so all you can do is watch as the liquid wraps around his legs, pushing down his pants so that it can move past his knees, and eventually around his feet. You watch in astonishment as it starts to flatten against his skin, melding together into a single coating, covering his entire body from the waist down. Even more incredible, you soon see his legs start to change shape, thinning and lengthening, their proportions shifting, his feet becoming longer, larger, and webbed. Still, he's reaching to you, not even a trace of pain in his face but a great deal of desperation in its place.

"Help me! Help!"

You badly want to spring to his aid, but even you can see that it's too late, The tentacles have vanished, having become the blue latex skin that now covers his frog-like legs. Nothing holds him to the toilet, but as he falls forward onto the floor, the blue coating begins to work its way up his torso. It's soon covered his stomach, the shade there even lighter than the rest, while the colour that's taken his legs moves up his back. As it reaches his neck, he gives you one final, saddened look at it covers his mouth, a long red tongue now hanging from it, and then moves up further, replacing his human eyes with large, beady, black ones. His despair remains visible for a few moments after his transformation has completed, and then he grasps his head in his newly webbed hands, shaking it wildly as though he were trying to **** something out of it. It's obvious what's happening - he's losing his mind to it.

Both for your own safety and because you can't bear to watch any more, you exit the room and shut the door behind you, leaving the new latex frog boy to suffer on his own. The whole ordeal has only strengthened your resolve: you have to get out.