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In the bathtub, Chungle slips and slides in a pool of vegetable oil. His face is red, and his mind is completely fucked up cus he's wearing a fucking maid dress and stuck in a bathtub full of vegetable oil. He can't fucking get out.an electronic voice rings throughout the bathroom, coming from the speaker in the corner. a voice that chuuya recognizes as dazai alongside an unrecognized voice comes out of the speaker:"The bathtub is waiting for you..." the voice boomed all around as it emitted from the phone that was speaking. Chuuya had recognized Dazai's voice, but who was this unknown person speaking alongside him? Chuuya was truly shaking in his tiny, tiny boots as he slowly approached the phone."H-hello? Why are you doing this to me?" Chuuya's voice shakes. He feels exposed in his maid dress, the skirt is so short and being stuck in a bathtub full of vegetable oil doesn't help. He slips again, feeling the oil get stuck in his hair. "P-please! Let me out." An unidentified ginger walks out of the shadows. "No." her ginger hair is pulled into a ponytail and as she walks towards the bathtub she weaves around the puddles of oil and stands to face chuuya, simply throwing a handfull of glitter at him and proceeding to make her way out of the oil covered bathroom wordlesslyChuuya was absolutely petrified as he felt the cold dry feeling of glitter yet the icky and slimly feeling of the oil. "Stop, Stop!" Chuuya begged as was soon put into the bathtub by this...unknown ginger... Chuuya's face is wrinkled in a terrified expression, face blushing and fat tears roll down his face. He feels so embarrassed, he almost sobs. He is covered in the glitter and oil, and his hair sticks to his face. The maid dress sticks to his skin in a slimy way that makes him shudder, and he lets out a whimper from the feeling. He sits there, body shaking, unable to comprehend the situation he is in. His eyes dart from the glitter to the oil, mind racing wildly. Another tear rolls down his face. The unnamed ginger and Dazai are sitting on a couch in the room beside the bathroom that chuuya is currently having a very odd crisis in. the two are discussing a bet they had made previously, on how long it would take chuuya to get out of the bathtub. the two founders of the chuuya hate club continued speaking. While the two founders of the chungle hate club continued to talk about their despise for Chuuya in deep passion. One could hear Chuuya's loud quite high-pitched screeches, similar to a pterodactyl as the oil felt as if it was going to consume him... Chuuya sits in the oil, tears continue to drip down his cheeks, blending with the oil. He tries to stand up, but falls down immediately, slipping desperately in the oil. His maid dress is soaked completely, so soaked that his underwear show. He shrieks at the realization and grips his skirt desperately again, another fat tear rolling down his cheek. He is trying his best now not the erupt into tears. He shook, completely unable to move. He grips the sides of the tub, staring down at his frilly dress.