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Please Note: This story contains some body horror. I also know only a baseline amount amount about Mr Puzzles so sorry if I get anything wrong.
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Ghosty had recently gotten a job at a tv studio that was nestled deep in the mountains of Colorado. Supposedly the shows being filmed here were some of the most intensive and elaborate productions in modern society, so you can imagine Ghosty was excited to get a job here. Granted, he only really worked as a general assistant on set, and he had to move states completely in order to get the job, but hey! At least he’d be one of the first and only people to see hot new shows like Vacuum Cleaner Rampage and Ass Clappers Anonymous being filmed!
Though there were some rumors going around that a new show was going to be starting filming soon. It was supposedly a game show that focused on making contestants go through cruel, exhausting, or humiliating minigames in order to potentially win a million dollars. And Ghosty knew stations like these were probably really greedy and cheap, so they’d do anything they could to make sure nobody won that prize. He also wondered if the gameshow was even going to happen in general. For all he knew it was just some baseless gossip started by some twice-divorced guy who had nothing left to lose in his life.
While Ghosty was pondering that one day while sweeping up the set of Ass Clappers Anonymous (Those Donkeys shed a lot, lemme tell ya), he was suddenly approached by a guy wearing an ugly ass orange suit and wearing sunglasses that would make Elton John blush.
“OH MY GOD, YOU’RE PERFECT!” The guy screamed.
“Wha-?! Huh-?!” Ghosty exclaimed. He dropped the broom and backed away in fear.
“You’re just perfect to host my new show!” The Suit Man cried out, clapping his hands in excitement.
“H-Huh?! M-Me?!” Ghosty cried out, pointing at his chest.
“Yes! YOU! Now come along!”
Before Ghosty could protest, the Suit Man grabbed Ghosty by the arm and began dragging him through the unnervingly empty halls of the studio. Ghosty at first tried to struggle against the man’s grip, but it was like an iron vice, and soon enough he just gave up and followed willingly.
The Suit Man led Ghosty to a dressing room that was marked ‘Mr Puzzles’ and then kicked the door open and swung Ghosty inside. There, Ghosty was able to get a good look at the room.
It was filled with all sorts of darkly whimsical setpieces, such as carboard cutouts of minimalist color people falling into spikes that were also electrocuted and on fire, buzzsaws made out rounded out rubber, giant, plastic bats, giant plastic baseball bats, among other things. Though the thing that caught Ghosty’s attention the most was a large, TV-like helmet that was connected to several wires hanging from the ceiling. The TV also hung above two shackles that were also connected to the floor by thick wires.
“Stand in the shackles!” The Suit Man commanded.
“Wh- huh-?” Ghosty’s blood ran cold.
“STAND IN THE SHACKLES.” The Suit Man commanded again in a much less friendly tone.
Ghosty whimpered and slowly forced himself over into the shackles, which quickly clamped around his ankles. Instinctively, Ghosty cried out in pain and tried to run away, but the shackles kept him stuck right where he was.
“WHAT’S HAPPENING?! WHAT THE FUCK?!” Ghosty screamed.
“I told you already! You’re perfect to be the new host of my show! Don’t worry, nobody will remember Ghosty even existed, Mr Puzzles!” The Suit Man responded tauntingly.
“Wh-Who is-“ Before Ghosty could finish, the TV inserted itself right onto his head. The neckhole then sealed itself shut, very nearly cutting off Ghosty’s air supply.
“HEEEELP! SOMEONE! ANYONE! PLEASE!” Ghosty tried to scream, but the TV kept all of the sound inside of itself, though Ghosty could still hear everything around him through the TV’s antennae.
“Now, let’s get started!” The Suit Man said, pulling out a remote and pushing a large red button on it. In the very next moment, horrifically powerful electrical currents began to travel through the wires and into the TV. Ghosty had never felt pain like this before. It burned so bad it felt like the sun itself was being channeled through the wires and directly into his skull. He screamed in agony, and was only stopped from falling over because of the TV holding him upright.
His head was in so much pain by this point it had gone almost completely numb. But now it felt like it was melting. Ghosty couldn’t see it, or really tell, but his head was indeed melting. His vision began to blur as his flesh and bone liquefied, mixing into a sickening grey slush that filled up the whole inside of the TV. And once it was done, the screen turned off, and Ghosty’s body went limp and unconscious.
“Now then…reprogram.” The Suit Man said, pressing another button.
A loud buzzing began to fill the room as electricity coursed throughout Ghosty’s body. It started with his insides, boiling every milliliter of blood until it evaporated completely, then drying out his organs and slowly converting them into mechanical components. His veins and arteries hardened into colored wires underneath his skin, which was hardening into thermo-plastic wire casing. Ghosty’s body began to grow taller and lanky as well. His shoulders especially growing long and pointed. His hands began swelling into long, uncanny, yet cartoony-glove hands as well. Complete with two black buttons on the back of the hands.
Ghosty’s clothes also lengthened to fit his growing body, they then began to change entirely, starting with his vest, which shifted into a classy grey color. Following that, the V-Neck moved to seal itself shut, and immediately after, several buttons sprouted all down the middle of the shirt. They couldn’t be undone though, for the shirt was now attached to Ghosty’s body.
Ghosty’s shirt then turned completely white, and on his elbows and wrists, small straps made of fabric appeared and tightened themselves up to give his arms a segmented look. Next, his tie grew shorter and shorter until it was just the base of it, then the base grew two more fabric fans from each side of it. One for each side, turning it into a bowtie.
Two buttons styled after puzzle-pieces then grew out of Ghosty’s pants, which was followed by two long, elastic bands shooting out like striking snakes, and landing over Ghosty’s shoulders and connecting to the other side of his waistband.
His pants then shifted into a dark-grey hue, similar to his shirt. Though unlike his shirt, the pants also began to produce a puzzle-piece pattern that covered the pant legs entirely.
The heels of Ghosty’s boots then broke away, and the soles flattened entirely. The rest of the shoes however took on a more consistent length and structure, the edges of them rounding out and ballooning out slightly. The center of the shoes then turned into a muted white color and sprouted two buttons on the sides. Finally, a dainty hat dropped itself onto Ghosty’s head.
Now, the reprograming was finally done, and The Suit Man pressed another button the remote, detaching the wires from Mr Puzzle’s head, then Suit Man flicked a switch on the remote, and Mr Puzzle’s screen flickered to life. A goofy, TV-Bar-like smile and sketchy white eyes plastered on his face.
“AHAHAHA! Wonderful! It worked! Now then, how do you feel, Mr Puzzles?”
Mr Puzzles chuckled malevolently, thinking of all the wonderful shows he could put on now.
“I FEEL JUST GREAT!”
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