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You watch one of the figures examine the console behind it, pressing one of those backlit buttons inward. The other seems to move into your blind spot. Then, you feel the glass frame tilt forward slowly. What were they up to? The back end of the glass begins to slowly lessen its pressure. You feel yourself becoming unstuck as it peels off. This could be it! Your ticket out of here. You’d just need to devise an escape plan... But, before any sort of wily thoughts could enter your addled brain, you feel a rush of air blow across your back. After a moment, you feel some tingling sensation spreading across the sprayed areas. It dawns on you that they applied some sort of chemical. You whimper as you feel your body turn to rubber. You hear a high-pitched whistling, like the sound of machinery whirring alive. Then, a slight pinching sensation graces your back. Little did you know that this was a dremmel, designed to make precise cuts through troublesome material. After only a few seconds longer, it has successfully made an incision; no longer needed, it shuts off and rises back to the ceiling. You feel something slim slip underneath your posterized body, sliding past your waist, chest, and eventually face. It lifts you up effortlessly, only to flip you the other way around, like a giant spatula. You slap the glass table with a little “plop!” You get a closer look at the creature. Despite its simple silhouette, however, you can’t seem to make out any of its features in the slightest. Then, it raises some kind of metallic cylinder to your face. You can only stutter helplessly though as it presses the top button, releasing a spritz of its contents. “W...wait! What are you do...” you begin, only to have your mouth fail to comply with your brain. Your muffled protests are no match for this material. It continues to cover you with a generous layer of rubberizing varnish across your jaded expression, making sure to continue with an even distribution across the rest of your body. Soon, you are just a rubbery impression of your former figure. You feel the creature’s tendrils grip around your floppy shoulders as it hoists you up. What was this brute doing now? You get spun around so your back faces it. Then, you feel yourself being stretched as it begins working itself into the back of your body, like a costume! Soon, its shapeless form squeezes to fill your own. It walks over to a mirror, which lets you both get a good look at yourself. It adjusts its posture, hitting a few different poses until it finds one that it likes. You watch helplessly as it forms a grin on your lips. It looks like you’re a victim of identity theft. But surely your friends back home can tell the difference, right?

A Suitable End!

You have found 24 Endings out of 24!