This is Hell, Alright 1
The TV screen showed dazzling lights and a stage being broadcast live. It was a lavish setup on a special stage at the Olympic Stadium. With the event unfolding in real time, the announcer was excitedly spewing nonsense that didn't make any sense.
"Speak properly or don't bother. Spouting words that don't even connect."
The audience filled every seat. There were even spectators from abroad. But all the foreigners looked expressionless too. Everyone was blank-faced.
"Hold up... abroad?"
Suddenly, I wondered how things were overseas. It felt like the whole world had gone to shit like this.
I pulled up YouTube. Streams related to Pink Banny's live showcase were broadcasting worldwide.
"Figures, they were a global group from the start."
The entire planet was glued to Pink Banny's showcase performance. Scrolling through YouTube, I saw announcers from the US, China, Japan, and more, each commentating in their native tongues.
"Ha... so it's not just Korea."
I could kinda follow English and Japanese, but even their accents sounded off—their words were just random strings too. Announcers everywhere vomiting incoherent gibberish in their own languages.
Never thought I'd end up liking a cute, bubbly girl group in my lifetime. I was mostly rooting for Suryeon, the one pure Korean leader. More like cheering her on than being a fan. That tiny, adorable girl from the human documentary. The whole nation had rallied behind Suryeon once. Her growth story was wrapped up in Pink Banny, the girl group. They were pretty, their songs were great, and the girls all seemed so kind. They spoke so neatly and prettily, and their volunteer work made them look like angels.
But I knew the truth. That Pink Banny was dead now. These were demons wearing their shells, just mimicking them. A real shame all around.
How would the shells run the showcase? Would the live performance even work? Would they play a pre-recorded new song? And why couldn't I see the numbers floating over their heads on the broadcast? Those were my questions.
Finally, the main spotlight hit the glittering stage. A twinge of excitement made me down a shot of sweet-bitter soju, then chew on some crispy pork rind.
Applause and cheers erupted. Rijina, Suryeon, Bella Queen, Scarlett Rose. These four always set the world on fire. And it was streaming live worldwide on YouTube right now.
Everyone but Suryeon was a mixed-race beauty. Rijina was Aussie-Korean, Bella Queen American-Korean, Scarlett Rose British-Korean. They spoke English fluently, and their exotic looks drove fans wild. Scarlett Rose's Welsh-accented lilt was adorable. And of course, Pink Banny's songs were all bops.
"...What the hell."
From Rijina's entrance, my eyes nearly popped out. She strode onto the stage completely naked, her pale skin fully exposed. Flashing a radiant smile, not a stitch on her. Her Australian-pale complexion sparkled under the lights. First time noticing her areolas were a bit wide but nipples small. The camera zoomed in tight on her breasts and crotch. Her slit was parted, a few pubic hairs visible from a half-assed shave. A piercing on her clit made me wince a little. Proof the cute girl loved rough, kinky sex.
That was the showcase's start. Suryeon followed in a sexy see-through outfit, her breast shape blatantly visible. Her ripe tits jiggled, messing with my eyes.
"Suryeon's grown up nice."
I'd thought she was still a kid, but she'd shot up into a full adult. Bella Queen wore leather tights with holes cut for SM sex play. Scarlett Rose rocked a reverse bunny girl getup, heart stickers over her pussy and nipples.
Scarlett Rose had always leaned sexy anyway. The bunny suit suited her.
"Sigh... I'm grateful, but..."
Pink Banny's bodies hijacked. Their hidden desires and instincts, bottled up tight, now broadcast raw to the world.
Suddenly, I recalled their TV ad. Their cheery chant hyping the new song release.
"We're Pink Banny! We'll show you everything at this showcase~ We love you all~♥"
"Show everything, huh? Down to their pussies."
The performance was a total mess, as expected. The pre-recorded MR thumped loudly, but no vocals came through. Lip-syncing a live show? Worse, the track playing wasn't even Pink Banny's song.
"What a shitshow."
For them, it wasn't about the show—it was the message. 'Look, us demons are mimicking these humans Pink Banny so hard!' Even if sloppy, they were giving it their all.
Overexcited Bella Queen ripped off the heart stickers hiding her nipples and pussy. Pink areolas and nipples exposed. Her smoothly shaved pussy got a close-up.
"Holy shit."
Shockingly, all the Pink Banny members' pussies were drooling juices at once. Bella Queen's leather leggings stained white. Getting off during a live broadcast? Probably. Idols' repressed lust bubbling over in their shells.
A global chi-tau show. True fans would've wept from both ends. If only they hadn't flashed those creepy Joker Smiles midway.
The showcase wrapped at 10 PM, but old Pink Banny clips played for over an hour. But damn, following naked dance cam with wholesome old footage felt like edited porn. Even hotter. Like watching a cherished item explode during enhancement—bittersweet.
"Still... they've grown nice. The girls."
Pink Banny's tits still seemed to jiggle in my mind's eye. Booze at home was gone. Time to hit the convenience store across the street. Already midnight. Just half a bottle of soju more, then crash.
Dragging my trash bag down to the first floor...
"What the...?"
Opening the entrance door, a weird vibe hit me. Thick fog you couldn't see shit through. No, this wasn't normal fog. It writhed like it was alive.
"What's the big deal? Fuck it."
I plunged into the dense mist. No way fog scared me. A pleasant buzz from the booze helped.
But inside, zero visibility. Kinda regretting it. Not just sight narrowing—ears muffled, smell dulled too.
"Weird..."
Felt like stepping into another dimension. I stretched my right hand forward. Fingertip vanished into the fog exactly 30 centimeters out. My body seemed to evaporate into it there.
"Visibility under 30 cm?"
Glancing down, my slippers and feet were visible.
"Floor's clear, though..."
Feet felt a chill. Bending at the waist improved visibility. Fog layered by height, density varying.
"Whoa... fucking trippy."
Squatting to check. "Standing: 30 cm. Sitting: 1 meter... Let's see."
Head down till cheek scraped asphalt. Cold air grazed my skin, goosebumps rising.
"Whoa... like this, about 3 meters."
Fog thinner near ground, better view. Weirder: no wind, yet fog flowed.
"Where's it going?"
Not downhill. Chilly air and breeze near ground.
"Like ghostly energy?"
Shiver from the eerie cold brushing the floor.
"Convenience store's across the road. Let's gauge..."
Head low again, spotting the store.
"First time seeing fog denser by height."
Tak-tak-tak-tak.
Sudden footsteps behind. I whipped around. A massive leg passed through the fog. Heart nearly burst.
'Fuck... someone's there?'
If they meant to scare me, it worked. I froze, squatting low, head down scanning. Awkward pose.
Tak-tak-tak-tak-tak.
'What the fuck!'
Glimpsed it as it stirred the fog. A bear doll... no, something shaped like a brown bear plushie. At least 2 meters tall.
'Goddamn. Not some night mascot gig.'
2 meters, bulky. Attack? Or threat display to test if I'm prey? Screaming and running would get me caught.
Cortisol kicked in, calming me.
'Stay cool. I got weapons too.'
Generated fire in my hand. Nangryun's trick he bragged could win James Randi's million. Lighter-sized flame on my index finger, swelling to glue-dot with focus. Cortisol's defense mode rocks—flame control.
Learned that under moderate stress. Flames in both hands now. Mine never burned me.
'Come at me. Fire punch incoming.'
Hunched, crept forward slowly. Middle of road, no turning back. Even if I die, one punch lands. Heart pumped, adrenaline surging.
Tak-tak-tak.
Sound ahead now, 5 meters off. Fading. My flames scared it off.
The bear-doll thing prowled the fog. Visible when it moved, parting mist.
'Monster...'
Swallowed hard. Sobered up fast.
Then—clack. Clack. Clack.
High-heel sounds followed. Something passed right in front. Dark shadow first. Then slowly... a naked mannequin emerged.
Pale plastic skin gleamed wetly. Female form. Neck snapped 90 degrees sideways. Creaking joints with every move.
Crack. Creak—
Face: just empty eye sockets, no other features.
'What the fuck.'
Arms twisted backward, joints broken, flapping like bird wings. Fingers curled inward.
'Bullshit.'
Waist bent unnaturally as it walked. Clack. Clack. Clack. Plastic high-heel legs stabbing the ground.
It slowly... so slowly turned its head toward me.
Crack—creak—
Neck twisting, empty sockets fixed on me.
Fuuuuck. Silent scream clawed my throat. Day and night this different? Demons really roam at night.
'Don't move.'
Instinct froze me. Mannequin whipped its head side to side fast, then shuffled past. Zero interest in me.
'Fucking hell.'
Now footsteps from behind—the bear thing again. Hands clenched, flames ball-sized. Lifetime lighter flames now baseball big. Adrenaline and testosterone raging.
Slipped forward soundlessly, ready to counter if attacked.
Tak-tak. Tak-tak.
Footsteps closing. The bear monster brushed past me. Finally, its form entered my sight.