As Chinko kept rubbing himself, he noticed that his body got progressively harder and larger. And with each such increase in size, his ‘sight’ would regain its clarity.
By the time his bald, oversized head was once again protruding from within the loose skin, he found himself back in his normal house. The Victorian stairs, the baroque paintings, and weird white noise were all gone. He was now standing semi-erect at the bottom of an absolutely normal flight of steps that connected the ground floor with the upper floor of his modest residence.
That’s when he noticed how absolutely drenched in his own filth he was.
“Mine God, how disgustly! I must now bath!”
Like he exclaimed, so he did!
Just as he was about to sneak into the bathroom, he shot one frightened glance at the large, oval mirror standing in the living room. On it's pristine surface was reflected a shape most taboo, yet so familiar. He decided to ignore the apparition and hopped inside the bathtub.
As it filled to the brim with hot water, and the hot steam penetrated his pores, he experienced great relief. It was almost as if all his worries were washed off him in that instant.
“What say Japanese at Times like these? Kimochiiii”
However, this comforting feeling soon got replaced by a new dread—he now learned, the hard way so to speak, that exposure to heat made his torso swell and grow in size even beyond what it originally was.
And soon, he found the bathtub too small to accommodate him! All good things must end, and all happiness is but a fleeting moment. To wish for what is fleeting to last forever, would surely kill it, and doom one’s soul to hell eternal.
Or such at least were his thoughts, as he idly watched water—now mixed with foamy white substance—drain away, not unlike his hopes and dreams.
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As was getting out of now empty tube, he cursed himself once more, this time for how clumsy he’d become. Spilling little drops of water all over the floor, and almost tripping on his comically tiny legs, he scolded himself harshly:
“Klutz! What will mein Sister think!?”
Then he remembered that indeed, he happened to have a sibling, but he didn’t see her even once since the incident upstairs roughly two scenes ago.
“Could have she run? Ah, they will bring me in the Zoo!”
The last thing Chinko wanted was to be locked in some cage and have little kids point at him and laugh. Maybe feed him a banana too. Or record a video, post it on the internet, and have even more people laugh at him.
For he was a rather serious young man, and he was never laughed at, nor did he ever laugh at anyone or anything in his 18 years of life. He didn't know that feel, and he didn't care to know it!
Yet he also knew that, just yesterday, if he’d been in their place he’d likely do the same. That's why he could empathize and sympathize with the feelings of common folk and didn't blame them one bit. Who wouldn’t like to see or perhaps even play with such an unusual being? Big bucks if some crazy scientist patented him!
....And that's also why and how and when he knew that he must keep his form a secret for as long as possible.
Thus he decided to deal with the upcoming crisis in a way only a pro Discord mod could—he’d ban himself by the means of self imposed exile into his room, and wouldn’t come out even if they asked, begged or ordered him to.
But to achieve this end, he had to travel up the stairs first. That task proved much easier than going down—especially now when he was all firm, and tough, and his senses were not disturbed by any delirious hallucinations of the most bizarre sort.
As he briskly made his way up, one step at a time, he kept repeating to himself the following sentence:
“No….I want certainly not in the Zoo go!”
This gave him some much-needed confidence, and before he noticed, he was already on the top. Gazing down at the ground floor at least a dozen steps below, he exclaimed, overtaken by romantic passion:
"It is, as if I 'Wanderer in the Fog' am!"