Transcript Start<br /><br />"SQUICK!" "CRK!" "SQRT!" Strange noises echo throughout the tightly enclosed space of a subterranean network of ruins. Sounding like a blend between a Dendro Slime&#8217;s gelatinous body hitting the floor with each jump and the subtle whine of a Windblume Balloon swaying in the wind, its rubbery hide stretched by intangible forces pulling and pushing all around&#8230;<br /><br />As the noises grow louder and clearer, what comes around the corner of a long stretch of hallway could only be described as an oddity; an amalgamation of a human being and&#8230;what looked to be rubber, linen and a whole other lineup of inanimate material. A stumbling figure whose petite silhouette, wondrous garments and flowing locks of hair identifies it as a young lady. Walking with a noticeable hobble while certain parts of her body could be seen moving&#8230;or rather bouncing, in an unnatural fashion. Twisting and pushing against her movements as if she had no real control over them, all while the shrill squeaks and squeals continued to increase in volume and clarity. Sounding more like wet balloons being pressed together in comparison to the organic 'weight' the noise once had. Its source illuminated once the shambling female steps into a shaft of sunlight pouring down from somewhere high up above.<br /><br />Instead of a normal person's recognizable cranium, the blonde's head looked like it had been cast in wax and frozen into a perpetual look of innocent joy. Eyeballs rendered into glassy spheres, lifeless and distant. Skin replaced by faux hide a grade or two behind Snezhnayan bionics tech, meant to incite pleasure while foregoing realism. And what looked like hair upon closer inspection was just synthetic fibers that were just as fake. Contrasted greatly (and disturbingly) by a trail of saliva and spittle leaking out from pouting lips, coinciding with the &#8220;GLURKS&#8221; and &#8220;SQUIRKS&#8221; emanating from the tiny orifice. Produced by a canal of rubber desperately trying to form words in place of vocal chords that no longer existed&#8230;just like the majority of the critical organs any other person would need to live as the mutagenic wave continues to progress downward, whisked away or reduced to synthetics with which to 'reinforce' certain portions of the girl's rapidly degrading body, losing the hand that had held her up against the walls so far, the blade held tightly in their grip falling away with a sharp clang once bones and flesh fade. Replaced by malleable ball joints and more faux flesh that steals control away from her one remaining arm. Accompanied by an animalistic arching of the spine before that too becomes nothing more than a flexible support strut. Leaving the imperiled woman helpless to resist whatever it was that had wrapped its corruptive tendrils around her. Allowing for the rest of her body and the flowing garments that draped it to change unimpeded. Combining skin and flesh while sturdy clothes of a foreign make became cheap, crumpled rags comparable to a bad costume&#8230;<br /><br />And as her breasts begin to bubble before popping with an audible crack into sculpted fakes filled with liquid robbed of a mother's warmth to match the rest of her irreparably converted body, invisible strings would compel her to dance, moving like a seasoned pirouette on creaking limbs and snapping joints while striking cutesy poses and provocative gestures. Making more of those indecipherable squeals, sounds a terrified doll would make; a series of anguished cries for help that would never come. Fading away with one last &#8220;Crk&#8230;&#8221; upon the disgustingly arousing sensation of it's fertility being nullified, spasming in sensual need it's womb transforms into a simple chamber that links both ways; one up above and the other, slinking down to join up with a mockery of a woman's untouched flower. Rendered vulgar and perverse through tightened innards and a fattened vulva. Guaranteed to impart bliss upon whosoever was lucky enough to come across the motionless sex doll lying forgotten in the depths of one of Teyvat's many ruins. Moving every so often to 'dance' and 'sing' before falling inert elsewhere.<br /><br />None would see the Traveler ever again. Especially when not a single soul was privy to the details of her personal ventures across Teyvat. Never to know of the life-sized doll wandering the ruins beneath their feet. Stripped of organic warmth and all the powers once afforded to it. A nonexistent brain spirited away just like the concept of free will, purpose and what the flower nestled in it's wig was supposed to represent alongside any lingering concerns it once felt for some small flying pincushion that had long since suffered the same fate elsewhere or the young man bearing a resemblance to its outward appearance, the only thing on it's mind; to seek out the warmth of life, to lure them in with it's appealing form&#8230;before letting the owner do to them what had been done to it&#8230;<br /><br />Transcript End<br /><br />Just a little Genshin themed inanimate cap to mix things up abit<br /><br /><span>Link to my Discord group if you wanna hang with like minded peeps and view content I cant post on DA :&nbsp;</span><a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://discord.gg/6kruMRX9jk">discord.gg/6kruMRX9jk</a><br /><br /><span>Link to my Patreon where I upload exclusive captions and stories if you wanna support me :&nbsp;</span><a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://www.patreon.com/YakerTG">www.patreon.com/YakerTG</a>