🥤 Wait, wh— That voice… Is that Holly? H-how are they inside the bar—!?
The valve-door before Soda opens, and deep blue liquid rushes forth, slamming directly into her and sweeping her off her feet. She was all too familiar with the stuff… “Alchemic precursor”, it was called. But now that familiarity was taken to a new level as the substance surrounded her, soaked her hair, got in her mouth, her body carried through the pipes of her machine.
ACKPTHHH— GLCK— HHELP—!
Her voice was swallowed by the deluge, not that it would’ve mattered anyways. She took matters into her own hands and caught onto a ridge on the wall of the pipe… But her body was so sore now, and she felt so heavy, dangling there above an abyss, the pipe having gone vertical. At least the flood of precursor had passed…
But then her left boot slipped off.
Wh… Wha…
Soda looked down to see the boot, and several bluish droplets, falling into the darkness. And where… Where was her foot?
Uh oh…
Why wouldn’t the oily taste of the alchemic precursor leave her mouth? Why did her spit feel so thick and viscous? Her stomach so full? So… so…
She let out a clogged-sounding yell as her lower torso warped, bloated slightly, and then exploded. It was painless, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t scared, or overwhelmed by the sudden feeling of her own liquified self BLORTing out against the inside of her clothing. Her legs, one of which was still missing a foot, tumbled down into the pit beneath her, looking less and less solid as they fell.
Soda realized, then, that she was descending slowly, and that her arm seemed longer, and bluer. With a sickening squelch, it gradually disconnected, and now, finally, she was falling, falling, the back of her head SPLATting into sludge as she hit the “floor”, the next turn of the pipe. To add insult to injury (well, not that she was really “injured”, despite being in pieces), the hand she’d left up above didn’t stay there for long, and splashed into formlessness right on her upturned face moments later.
That was what finally mashed her head into liquid, the rest of her body quickly following suit. She began to flow through the pipes herself now, her clothing swimming within her, until it too decided to join her in sliminess and merge with her. This transformation was applying to her entire essence, outfit included, though it got to her body first.
Soda was barely able to think at this point, but she was aware of mingling with another substance… The rest of the precursor, no doubt… And there were ideas being inserted into her “brain”, though she wasn’t bothering to look at or read them… She was rushing, moving, turning, swerving through endless pipes, before finally, light flooded all around her, and she felt herself fill something, sloshing around until stillness slowly came to her…
And outside of her bottle, she could see a familiar face, smiling mischievously at their latest accomplishment.
