Switch Boy - Subby Arc

Day 6: Lamia You weren't careful at all. Entering this dungeon was not recommended for a novice like you, and yet you came anyway, acting as though you could take on every creature. That was when you realized something terrifying: despite pressing forward, despite dedicating yourself to this with total focus, despite the monsters giving you EXP and opening chests... you weren't alone. You could tell because you heard her scales sliding against the walls in the shadows, accompanied by a soft, mocking laugh. And then... a dead end. She was right behind you. Turning around would mean certain doom. "Do you think standing still will save you?" Her sissing voice asked. You were paralyzed by the sheer terror of a creature capable of subduing you with her presence alone. Her heavy, massive tail wrapped tightly around your legs, and you felt her human torso sliding up against yours, followed by the sharp edge of her scales scraping against your clothes. A bite was delivered—an instantaneous venom that coursed through your veins, corrupting your mind. Cold sweat broke out as your thoughts slowly came to a halt. Her long tongue caressed your face, and as you looked up into her eyes, her fiery red hair framing her face, her hands gently grasped your cheeks. That was when you saw them: spirals reflecting deep within your own eyes. Your body was squeezed tighter and tighter; it hurt... but it felt so damn good. "You came without a party... What a shame that this is the last anyone will hear of you for a long time, darling. I have plenty of time to have fun with you."

Day 5: Hypno-Screen A long day; you were completely exhausted. A friend had recommended a new app to you, telling you it was amazing, that his life had changed for the better ever since he found it, and that he had to recommend it to you as if you desperately needed it. In fact, he actually seemed quite desperate to make you install it. You tried it out, having installed it a few days ago. The app had a peculiar name: "Yuzuha." The strangest part was that you hadn't even opened it when a notification popped up: "Tired of having to push yourself, think, and follow this world's orders? Come with me, feel the sweet taste of freedom by my side." You tapped it. It was pink, featuring a spiral background and a beautiful girl on your phone screen doing a cute dance while cheering you on. Her gorgeous face reflected in your tired eyes. You tried to exit, but your phone was locked; none of the buttons worked. You felt a sudden surge of panic, but truth be told... every time you looked at her, it was as if her movements left you completely captivated. It wasn't so bad after all; you felt utterly happy. That was when your alarm went off. You had spent the entire night staring at her, but then you realized you weren't even looking at her anymore—you were focused on the small spirals scattered across the screen space. Drool was dripping from your mouth, accompanied by a slow, heavy smile. You didn't understand. What was this? So, you tried turning on the television... but she was there. The computer... she was there too. And every time you looked at them, the feeling of euphoria grew more intense, uncontrollable. You stared at the three screens the best you could, and she was still there, dancing away, taking with her every last shred of humanity you had left. Alone in your dark room, your life had changed forever, you knew she was not real, but then why she seems to be by your side?

Day 4: Pendulum You were so sure of what you could handle. You were stronger, more resilient than any cheap trick they could try to pull on you. She was beautiful, but you weren't here for that. She pulled out a pendulum, hanging from a thin thread as she watched you intently. The instruction was clear: all you had to do was follow it with your eyes. Left, right, slowly, from side to side; you just had to count it out piece by piece. Reluctantly, you did it—it was a complete waste of time, or so you thought. "One... two..." You said it slowly with every swing, the sound of the metal cutting through the air growing heavier. The only things left in the room were your breathing, your counting, and that deep, rhythmic sway that kept getting louder. Then you noticed it—your breathing and your blinking were synchronizing with the object every time it moved. "Twenty... twenty-one..." You hadn't realized how fast time had slipped away. You had relaxed far too much without even noticing it. It felt good. That work meeting you had, that annoying gathering, that dinner you didn't want to attend—none of it mattered anymore. You only felt peace. The only things that seemed to matter were how the light reflected off the metal, how her gaze softened as she watched you grow so comfortable, and how the air shifted with the object's movement. "One hundred... two hundred..." It didn't matter anymore. Only the pendulum. Slow, swaying, nothing else. You couldn't remember your name, why you had come here, or how long you had been staring at it. Did you really need to go back to a painful reality instead of enjoying this endless moment where you didn't have to think? Side to side, slowly...

All in? Sweetheart, you never owned a single chip in this room.