The Pizzaplex was alive with the joyful chaos of children's laughter and the melodic tunes of arcade games, it was a good day and the place was bustling with families enjoying pizza and entertainment. Amidst the cheerful din, I noticed a dimly lit corridor marked "Restricted Area." curious, i ran down the corridor, weaving through the crowd until I found myself deeper in the Pizzaplex than I had ever ventured before.

The air grew still and ominous as I rounded a corner, my heart racing with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. There, standing under a flickering light, was Vanny—the woman known for her bunny suit, but now something was terribly wrong. Her form was grotesquely distorted; her arms stretched unnaturally long, ending in sharp, clawed appendages that scraped against the floor. Her once trim figure now bore a bloated stomach, straining against the fabric of her costume.

"Hey there," Vanny's voice reached me, though it sounded slightly distorted, an eerie undertone weaving through her words. "You shouldn't be here, but I need your help. Please, just stand still for a moment."

Her plea was unsettling, her eyes gleaming with an unsettling mix of urgency and something darker. I instinctively took a step back, my mind racing with alarm. Vanny's transformation continued before my eyes—her stomach bloated further, and her arms elongated as if preparing for some dreadful metamorphosis. Her legs seemed to falter, as if they were no longer needed to support her unnerving form.

With a sickening tearing sound, the bunny suit split open, revealing a gaping stomach cavity beneath. My breath caught in my throat as I stared, transfixed by the grotesque spectacle unfolding before me. Vanny's voice, now distorted and filled with an otherworldly echo, urged me once more.

"Stand still," she insisted, her tone commanding yet tinged with a haunting desperation.

Fear surged through me, adrenaline urging me to flee.