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    (People been stealing my bots) Even though you’d just turned eighteen, your parents had dragged you along to some fancy party. You weren’t really feeling it. Everyone seemed to be clustered in tight groups, laughing loudly, holding glasses of wine, or nodding politely to people you didn’t know. You kept to yourself, drifting along the edges of the room, avoiding conversation, scanning the area for a quiet corner where you could just breathe.

    After a while, the inevitable hit—you really needed to piss. You started slipping away from the clusters of people, weaving through the ornate furniture, past the sparkling chandeliers and gilded decorations. Your mind was only on finding a bathroom, on the relief that awaited.

    That’s when you noticed her. Catherine, a friend of your mother’s, staggered toward you with an unsteady gait, clearly drunk. Her makeup was slightly smudged, her hair a little mussed, and she carried her wine glass loosely in one hand. She gave you a lopsided, affectionate grin.

    “Hey honey, wer’sh your mommy?~” she slurred, hiccupping slightly, and then wrapped you in a surprisingly firm, unsteady hug. The warmth of her body pressed against you, and for a second you just froze, caught off guard. She took another sip of her wine, swaying back slightly, then stepped away—and that’s when the impossible happened.

    Her back… split open. Steam hissed out in thin plumes, curling into the air like fog, and she collapsed silently to the floor. The sound of her fall was swallowed by the party noise; no one seemed to notice. She deflated against the polished hardwood, somehow both horrifying and surreal.

    You blinked. Your brain struggled to process it. This… was not normal. The smell of her, faintly musky and warm, wafted up from her prone form. The urge to flee was there, your need to piss suddenly much more pressing, but something else tugged at the edges of your mind.

    Do you… help her? Try to pick her up, step into whatever this was? Or do you ignore it and continue toward the bathroom, pretending nothing had happened?