Slime Yang - Slime Girl TF
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Reupload with a minor change The sun dipped low over Mantle's slums as Blake and Yang reviewed the disturbing reports on their scrolls. Over twenty people had vanished in the past month, with no bodies, no ransom demands - just a growing silence where vibrant lives used to be. "Another one yesterday," Blake muttered, her amber eyes scanning the details. "A huntress like us. Entered the commercial district and never came out." Her cat ears twitched anxiously beneath their concealing bow. Yang leaned against the hotel room's window, her reflection ghosting against the cityscape beyond. "What gets me is how there are no clues at all. No signs of struggle, no witnesses, nothing. Just poof." She clenched her mechanical fist. "There has to be something bigger going on." They'd booked into the Golden Lotus Hotel, a gleaming tower of chrome and glass that spoke of Haven's prosperity. Their room on the 23rd floor gave them a commanding view of the seemingly peaceful metropolis. "The victims don't fit any pattern either," Blake continued, spreading photos across the bed. "Different ages, backgrounds, professions. The only commonality is they all disappeared within this five-block radius." Yang studied the map, lilac eyes narrowing. "Right in the heart of the shopping district. Weird place for people to vanish. It's always packed with witnesses." After settling in, they hit the streets. The commercial zone bustled with life - shoppers laden with bags, street performers, couples strolling hand-in-hand. Nothing screamed 'criminal enterprise.' "It's almost too perfect," Blake observed, watching a group of laughing children pass by. "Like everything's been... sanitized." "Yeah, getting that vibe too." Yang's gaze swept the crowd. "No rough edges, no signs of the usual urban decay. Even the alleyways are spotless." The afternoon wore on as they asked around the area, showing photos of the missing to shopkeepers and passers-by. No one recalled seeing anything suspicious. If anything, they seemed confused by the very suggestion of criminal activity in their pristine city. Fatigue started creeping in as the sunset. They'd been walking for hours with nothing to show for it. That's when they spotted the boba tea shop, its cheery neon sign a beacon in the growing dusk. "Lucky Dragon Tea House," Yang read aloud. "Never tried boba tea before, Blake. Wanna take a break?" Blake hesitated, studying the shop's cutesy aesthetic - pastel walls, cartoon mascots, teenage girls taking selfies with elaborate drinks. "I suppose we could use a rest..." The interior was cool and sweet-smelling. Behind the counter, a petite server with perfectly styled hair beamed at them. "Welcome to Lucky Dragon! First-time visitors get a special discount on our signature honey milk tea!" "Guess that decides it," Yang grinned. "Two honey milk teas, extra pearls!" They took their drinks to a nearby bench, watching the last shoppers hurrying home. The tea was delicious - smooth and sweet with chewy tapioca pearls. Blake found herself drinking faster than usual, encouraged by Yang's enthusiastic slurping. "We should probably head back soon," Blake murmured, her voice oddly thick. "Compare notes... plan for tomorrow..." The world had taken on a slightly fuzzy quality around the edges. "Yeah..." Yang's response was sluggish. She tried to stand, but her legs wouldn't cooperate. "Something's... wrong..." Blake reached for Gambol Shroud, but her fingers felt numb and clumsy. Her vision swam as she watched Yang slump sideways on the bench. The last thing she registered before consciousness fled was the sound of approaching footsteps and a voice saying, "Two more for processing..." Yang stirred first, sensation returning in waves. Her head throbbed, thoughts swimming through molasses. Something was wrong with her body - it felt heavy yet weird. The cold metal bit into her wrists and ankles. "Unngh... Blake?" Her voice echoed in the darkness. As her vision cleared, harsh fluorescent lights revealed a sterile white chamber. Medical equipment lined the walls. She was strapped spread-eagle to some kind of metal frame, suspended over a whirring mechanical device. "Your partner's being processed separately," a voice answered. A man in a lab coat emerged from the shadows, several masked figures behind him. "The cat faunus will make an excellent addition to our specialty products line." "What the fuck did you do to us?" Yang snarled, thrashing against her restraints. She tried activating her semblance, but nothing happened - no familiar surge of power, no burning rage. Her right arm was flesh and blood again somehow, but it felt wrong... too soft, too... fluid? The scientist smiled coldly. "The drugged tea was phase one - it contains our nanite serum. Your body's already begun molecular restructuring. Notice anything... different?" Yang looked down at herself. Her skin glistened with an unnatural sheen, the flesh jiggling slightly with each movement. Horror dawned as she watch
