/jp/ - Otaku Culture

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>From a young age you've always had bad eyesight
>By your late teens, you discover you've got a degenerative eye disease
>By the time you're twenty, you're completely blind
>A slime maid works for you on the cheap, as you do various at-home work via braille to earn some money
>Your life is quiet, and simple, and peaceful, but monotonous
>Your slime maid gives it meaning
>She whispers nice things in your ear while she helps you bathe (she never quite does it for you)
>She prepares a decent meal for you three times a day, and quietly sits beside you as you eat it, should you need help (you don't)
>At night she asks you if you want a glass of warm milk, and you always say yes

>One day, you're having a bad time
>You return home in a foul mood, and shuffle into your home while banging against objects you'd otherwise deftly avoid
>Your slime maid greets you, and you mumble something empty
>"Anon, I've made dinner for you. You should--"
>You snap that you're not hungry
>Instantly, the air becomes heavy and gives you a chill
>Your maid is silent
>In the darkness, you can sense an aura of malice radiating from her
>Something is very, very wrong
>You realize, in that moment, that she isn't just a slime
>Something extends from your maid, and binds your hands in goo
>It shoves you into her in a sloppy embrace, and you feel the sticky sensation of slime all over your torso, face and hands
>The slime has the texture of glue
>"YOU WILL EAT, MASTER."
>Her voice has melted into a nightmarish bubbling sound
>You realize that this is the first time you've ever outright refused the service of your maid

>She drags you to the kitchen, making a sound like jello being smeared across the linoleum
>It makes your skin crawl
>An alarm is shrieking in the back of your mind that you're in danger
>You can't move
>Your maid roughly sits you in your chair
>She slithers behind you, and you feel wet, gelatinous hands press against the front of your face
>It happens
>There's a hot, melting sensation around your eyes
>You want to scream as tissue melts and reforms and something foreign fuses together with your face
>For the first time, the world begins to piece itself together
>Something has been merged with your face, and you can see
>The world appears in bizarre shades of gray, purple and red like you're seeing through tinted glasses
>Your heart is in your throat, and you struggle to breathe
>The apartment is neatly kept, with everything dust-free and in its proper place
>For the first time, it occurs to you that your maid has done her job exquisitely, regardless of whether you can see her handiwork
>You glance down at your plate, expecting a dish covered in slime or pus
>It's not
>The plate contains a simple chicken meal arranged with love and care, that looks like something you'd get from a fine dining restaurant
>You look up at your maid
>There are tears streaming down her cheeks, but she looks happy
>"Your vision won't last, Anon, but I wanted you to see for just a bit. I wanted you to know much effort I put into caring for you, and..."
>You kiss her before she can finish her sentence
>It's gooey, and sticky, and uncomfortable, but you're fine with it
>When you finally separate, she begins sobbing with happiness
>Your vision doesn't last, like she said, and eventually you return to living in darkness
>But it's OK, your shoggoth maid is with you, so it's fine