You Manage To Rescue The Man

Without a second thought, you punch the monster assaulting that man. You feel its flesh give for a moment before it's blown back and sent whimpering into the night. You try to help the man to his feet, but he's just staring blankly into the distance. His shuddering voice starts to creep through his lips, and finally, you're given assurance that he's at least managed to survive.

"What... what did we do? Why? Damn us for being so fucking confident; we should have seen this in the plans..."

"Plans?" you ask.

"Oh... oh yes. The plans. My company, we're the biggest supplier of costumes in the world, but our market share has been shrinking. People have started buying cheaper, more popular brands... quality doesn't matter as long as you can be Batman for a few bucks.

We wanted to change that, so we found a talented young scientist who'd created this process, one that could create a costume that reacts like living flesh. He'd basically invented an organic latex that could meld with its wearer. It was incredible. Unfortunately, the idea was flawed.

When we made our first prototype, it was a sort of animal costume, and I was dazzled by it. It was like magic: they'd paint his feet and they'd turn into paws, they'd paint his tailbone and he'd sprout a tail, they'd paint his face and he'd grow a muzzle. We were doing the impossible. Unfortunately, the process hadn't been thought through. We had a way to separate it from the wearer, but we didn't realize how deep it went. The stuff actually became his flesh, we couldn't get it off anymore.

When he found out he was furious. He grabbed three canisters of the organic latex - one for me, who ordered the test; one for the man who actually changed him into the monster he's become; one as a spare, though there's no doubt he'll use it on you now. He wants to take our humanity like we took his...

I'm sorry you've been dragged into all this. If you know what's good for you, you'll run away and never look back."