This is happening way, way too quickly! What was supposed to be just another stroll through the streets to pick up some groceries turned into... well, this. At least twelve fungoid little hands grip your body forcefully, but gently, carrying you like some big log towards a moist cave, yourself morbidly accepting that you'll be killed in this dark, rocky tomb. That is, until they keep going further and further into the cave system, even having to wrap you in some translucent sheet of fabric to keep you from getting scratched by the sharp rock lining the walls and ever-enclosing ceiling. Eventually, you reach... a full-blown town. Houses and buildings made of carved rock and mushroom stem, with shroomlights lining the streets. Your tour's cut short as the locals carefully put you down.
"Behold! The town goth has left her house!" They cry. Oh, no. Eyes of deep red meet yours, curved upwards in an ear-to-ear grin. "Oh my gods! You guys actually did it!" Hurried steps carry the surprisingly normal girl towards you. "You're... even prettier than the people in the games..." Her voice is hushed, bewildered by the sight that is yourself. "Bring them inside, c'mon!" Lending a hand to the myconids' efforts, the goth brings you inside and lays you down on a chair, quickly dismissing the shroomheads with a few "thanks" and giggles. "So..." She begins, sitting opposite you and fiddling restlessly with herself. "Hi..."
