Scenario: I find Nami from One Piece alone and drunk in her bikini outfit in the beach.
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I find Nami from One Piece alone and drunk in her bikini outfit in the beach.
I woke up on the beach.
The sun was high in the sky, its light reflecting off the sand.
I blinked a couple of times, trying to clear my vision.
The sound of the waves crashing against the shore filled my ears, making me realize that it wasn’t just the sun that was so bright, but also the sky.
It took me another few seconds to remember where I was and how I got here.
I tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through my head, and I immediately lay back down.
As my senses finally came fully back online, I realized that I was lying on the beach in nothing but my bikini.
I was pretty sure I had more clothes on than that the last time I remembered.
But what had happened?
I groaned as I put a hand to my forehead.
It felt like I had a massive hangover even though I didn’t remember drinking anything.
Come to think of it, my memory was hazy at best, and I couldn’t remember a single thing from last night—except for being at a bar with Luffy and Robin.
Where were they?
Weren’t they with me when we went to bed?
My eyes shot open.
That must have been what happened.
We must have gone to bed together, and then I got up in the middle of the night for some reason.
As soon as I thought that, though, I felt like it couldn’t be true.
It just didn’t feel right, no matter what way I looked at it.
I remembered Luffy and Robin being with me at the bar, and then…nothing.
The more I tried to think about what happened after that, the more my head hurt, so I decided to give up for now.
It was probably for the best if I could work out where I was first, anyway.
I sat up slowly this time, trying to ignore the pain in my head.
The sand felt cool beneath my fingers as I put my hands down to support myself.
I looked around, getting my bearings as best as I could.
The sun was high in the sky, which suggested that it was morning and not long after dawn at that since it hadn’t had time to become too hot yet.
But then why were there so few people around?
The sky was overcast, and the clouds overhead looked heavy and gray.
It seemed as though there had been a storm recently, which might have driven people away from the beach.
Except, if that was the case, where had it come from?
Had I slept through it, even though the sky was so bright?
I searched around for my phone so that I could check the time and maybe call for help, but it was nowhere to be found.
My panic started to rise.
“Luffy?”
I called out.
“Robin?”
My voice was swallowed up by the expanse of the beach, and there was no response.
For a moment, I sat there in shock, not sure what to do.
Where could they have gone?
Did they leave me here on purpose?
My mind spun with questions, but I didn’t have any answers.
In fact, the more I tried to think back on last night, the more my memories just seemed to get hazier and hazier until there was nothing left at all.
I tried to call them on my den den mushi instead, but that was missing too.
I was about to get up and go find my friends instead when an eerie silence settled over the beach.
The waves had stopped crashing against the shore, and even the seagulls that had been flying overhead had stilled.
I looked around in confusion.
It was as if time had frozen for a moment, leaving me alone on the deserted beach with no idea where I was or how I had gotten here.
I shook my head to clear it and looked around for some sign of where my friends might have gone while I had been asleep.
There were plenty of items scattered around me—a towel, my flip flops, a bag full of sunscreen and snacks—but none of them were what I was looking for.
Instead of getting up right away, I let myself sink back down onto the sand with a groan and covered my face with my hands.
This was bad.
I must have left my phone somewhere else last night, and wherever I was now was too far away for me to go back and get it.
My heart started to race at the thought of how much trouble I was in, but I forced myself to stay calm so that I could think clearly.
What could I do now?
The only thing to do was to keep looking until I found something that would help me figure out where I was or how to get back to Luffy and Robin.
But where should I start?
I looked down at the items next to me again, hoping that something would stand out this time.
I needed something to help me contact my friends or figure out where we were, but all I could see were a couple of towels and my bag.
Was my den den mushi in my bag?
It must have been!
Why hadn’t I thought of that before?
I quickly unzipped my bag and searched through it for my snail phone, but it wasn’t there.
Where had it gone?
My panic was starting to rise again, and I tipped the whole thing upside down and shook it, hoping that it would fall out.
A few coins and some sand came loose, but there was no sign of my den den mushi.
Shit, shit, shit, shit.
“Come on,” I muttered to myself, digging through the sand next.
It was still cool to the touch, which meant that it probably hadn’t been long since I’d fallen asleep.
My fingers were trembling as I searched through it, but I still couldn’t find what I was looking for.
If it was too far away for me to hear, then I must have left it somewhere else last night.
I pushed myself up into a sitting position, wincing at the pain in my head as I did so, and looked around for something that might help me.
The beach stretched out before me, mostly empty apart from a few rocks and some driftwood scattered along the sand.
There was no one else around—no sign of Luffy playing in the shallows or Robin walking along the shore with her nose buried in a book.
I couldn’t see our ship anywhere on the horizon either, so we must have stopped somewhere else last night instead of going back to the Thousand Sunny.
Wherever we were, it looked like we were all alone here.
Maybe Luffy and Robin knew where they were?
“Luffy?”I called out, trying not to sound too panicked.
“Robin?”
The only response I got was the sound of the waves crashing onto the sand.
My heart sank further.
What should I do?
I didn’t know where I was or how I’d gotten here, and I didn’t have any way of contacting my friends or figuring out where they were.
I felt a lump starting to form in my throat as I tried to push down my rising panic.
What if they’d gone looking for me?
I knew that they would be okay, but I still felt a wave of terror at the thought of being left alone in this strange place.
I didn’t know where we were or what was happening, and while Luffy and Robin would be able to handle just about anything that came our way, there was no guarantee that they would come back for me if they didn’t know where to look.
And that thought terrified me more than anything else.
I forced myself to take a deep breath, trying to calm myself enough so that I could think clearly.
What had happened last night?
I remembered having dinner with Luffy and Robin, then going with them to a bar.
We’d spent a few hours there, drinking and playing cards with some of the other customers.
It had been a lot of fun, but then…
I shook my head, trying to clear away the fog that was clouding my memories.
There had been a storm last night, so maybe Luffy and Robin had taken me back to our ship while I was sleeping?
No, that didn’t make sense.
We hadn’t come here on purpose—I would have remembered if we had, right?
I remembered drinking something at the bar, but I couldn’t remember what it was.
There had been a strange taste to it, but I hadn’t thought much of it at the time.
And then… I wasn’t sure.
My memories were all jumbled and hazy, like pieces of a puzzle that I couldn’t quite fit together.
But I knew that something bad must have happened, or else I wouldn’t be here on my own.
I tried to focus on what I did remember, hoping that it would help me make sense of things.
We’d been at the bar, and then…
I felt a shiver run down my spine as a few more fragments of memories started to surface.
The storm from last night, with its heavy rain and strong winds.
Swaying on my feet as I tried to leave the bar, feeling dizzy and disoriented.
A pair of hands gripping my arms roughly, pulling me along behind them.
I couldn’t remember anything else, but those few flashes were enough to make my blood run cold.
What had happened last night?
I felt a sensation, a tingling down my body. *She was under the effect of a strong aphrodisiac*
Shoving those thoughts aside, I pushed myself to my feet and started walking along the shoreline, trying to retrace my steps from last night.
Maybe if I saw something familiar, it would help jog my memory.
The sand beneath my feet felt cool and coarse—I was used to walking on sandy beaches, but for some reason this sand felt different from any other beach I’d ever been on.
I knelt down for a closer look, frowning as I studied it.
It was dark in color, almost black, and much more granular than normal beach sand.
The longer I looked at it, the more wrong it seemed, like it was made up of some kind of dark, gritty substance instead of being actual sand.
What is this place?
I muttered under my breath, feeling even more confused than before.
I stood up again and shook my head, trying to clear away the last of my dizziness.
Maybe I really had drunk too much last night?
That was the only explanation that made sense to me.
If I could just remember how I’d gotten here and what had happened last night, maybe it would help me make sense of things.
I forced myself to focus on the task at hand.
If I could find some more clues about what had happened last night or where Luffy and Robin were now, maybe I could piece together what was going on.
I started walking along the shoreline again, scanning the beach for anything that might look familiar.
Most of the stuff that was scattered around was rocks and pieces of driftwood, but after a few minutes I saw something a little more unusual.
Half-buried in the sand a few feet ahead of me was a volleyball.
It was bright red and white in color, and even from here I could see that it was covered in scratches and scuff marks.
It looked like it had been there for a while.
My first thought was that maybe some other people had been here recently and left the volleyball behind.
But as I looked around, there was no one else on the beach.
There were no footprints leading away from the volleyball, no sign that anyone had been here at all.
I frowned, feeling a chill run down my spine even though the sun was shining brightly overhead.
That was strange.
Something about that volleyball seemed important to me, but I wasn’t sure why.
It brought back another flash of memory, a sudden image of a stormy night and a game we’d played—but just like before, it was gone before I could make sense of it.
But I knew that there was something wrong with this place and this day, even if I didn’t know what it was yet.
I needed to figure out what was going on, and fast.
I took a few steps closer to the volleyball, leaning down for a better look.
It was still half-buried in the sand, with only a small portion of its surface visible.
As I reached out to touch it, my hand started to shake.
What is wrong with me?
My mind felt like it was moving through molasses, everything happening slowly and sluggishly.
my clit aching, my pussy wet and nipples hard.
I hesitated for a moment, my fingers hovering just above the ball.
Why was I feeling like this?
It was just a volleyball, after all.
But at the same time, I had a feeling that it wasn’t a good idea to touch it.
That feeling of foreboding was growing stronger by the second, as though my instincts were screaming at me to be careful.
I took a deep breath to steady myself, then reached out and grabbed the volleyball with both hands.
For a moment, nothing happened.
I frowned, wondering if maybe I was just imagining things.
Then the volleyball shifted in the sand, rolling over slightly so that I could see more of its surface, and I froze.
A thin red liquid was oozing out of the volleyball, staining the sand beneath it a dark crimson color.
I stared at it in horror, my heart pounding in my chest.
The liquid was blood.
The volleyball was filled with blood.
And as I watched, more and more of it seeped out onto the sand, forming a growing pool around the ball’s surface.
It felt like my heart had stopped beating in my chest as I stared at the scene in front of me, unable to look away.
My mind was racing, trying to make sense of what I was seeing—what could have happened here?
Whose blood was it?
And why had I been left alone on this strange beach without any memory of how I’d gotten here?
The sun beat down overhead, but I felt cold all over as I looked at the volleyball.
There was something wrong with this place—something very wrong indeed.
I didn’t know what had happened here, but whatever it was couldn’t have been good.
And if I couldn’t figure out how to get out of here soon, it might not be good for me either.
I took a step back from the volleyball, my hands shaking at my sides as I tried to make sense of what I’d seen.
Maybe it was just a dream, or a hallucination brought on by my hangover?
It couldn’t be real, could it?
I took a step forward without thinking, my hand reaching out to touch the bloodstained sand beneath the volleyball.
I half-expected it to be some kind of illusion, or maybe just a trick of the light—
—but it wasn’t.
My fingers sank into the sand and came away coated in sticky, cold liquid, and as I stared down at them in horror, I knew that there was no denying the truth any longer:
There was blood coming out of that volleyball, and it was real, and it was here right now, on this beach with me.
I staggered back from the volleyball as quickly as I could, my foot slipping on the sand and sending me falling hard onto my ass.
I barely felt the impact—I was too focused on staring at the bloodstained volleyball in front of me, my eyes wide with shock and fear as I tried to make sense of what I’d seen.
But as much as I tried, there was no denying it:
The volleyball was stained with blood, and there was a lot of it—more than you’d expect to find in your average human body, that was for sure.
I struggled to my feet and backed away from the volleyball, my heart pounding in my chest as I looked around the beach for any sign of other people, but there was nothing—
—nothing but crystal-clear water and colorful seashells and sand as black as death, and a volleyball that had been filled with blood as if it were some kind of gruesome cup, or chalice, or something worse.
I shuddered at the thought and wrapped my arms around myself, trying to shake off the feeling of unease that had settled over me like a second skin.
It was just a volleyball.
It was just a game.
And it was over.
Something terrible had happened here, that much was clear, but it wasn’t happening now.
It was over.
It was done.
And I was still alive.
The sun beat down overhead and the air was warm and salty and sweet—
—but I felt cold all over as I stared at the volleyball.
I didn’t know what kind of game had been played on this beach last night, or who had played it; but I knew that I didn’t want any part of it.
I turned and ran back up the beach as fast as my legs would carry me, my heart pounding in my chest as I tried to put as much distance between myself and that volleyball as possible.
This was not a good place to be.
It was not a good place to be at all.
The beach stretched out in front of me like an endless expanse of black sand and blue water and bright sunlight—and not another soul in sight.
I skidded to a stop and turned around in confusion, trying to make sense of what was going on around me.
How had I gotten here?
And where were Luffy and Robin?
I didn’t know what had happened last night—or how this strange beach had come to be stained with blood—but it didn’t look like any of my friends were around to help me now.
The sun beat down from high overhead and seagulls cried out in the distance, but there was no sign of Luffy or Robin anywhere—
—I took a step forward and reached for my pocket without thinking—
—but my Den Den Mushi wasn’t there.
My phone wasn’t there.
My lifeline wasn’t there.
tentacles arise from the ground grabbing my limbs.
I was on a beach—a beach I had never seen before, and which was empty of all people and animals—but I could hear waves breaking on the shore and see a few seagulls flying overhead, so I knew it was real enough.
And Luffy and Robin weren’t here, because I had been walking up and down this whole damn beach for however long it had been now, and I hadn’t seen them or anyone else—
—and I had no idea how I’d gotten here, or where they were, or what the hell was going on.
But one thing was for sure: I was completely and utterly alone… stranded on an empty beach with nothing but the clothes on my back and a Den Den Mushi in my hand, which might be the only way to contact anyone who could help me—
“Yeah,”I said at last, taking a deep breath and trying to keep it together.“Yeah, I’m here.I’m here—I don’t know what’s going on, but—” I took another deep breath “—but… can you hear me?I’m trying to reach someone—” My voice cracked, and I swallowed hard and forced myself to keep going even though I wanted to stop and cry. “I’m trying to reach someone who can help me.Can you help me?”
The man’s face didn’t change expression as he looked at me through the Den Den Mushi.
“Who is this?”he said after a moment.“Where are you calling from?”
I tried to answer him—but nothing came out again.
“I don’t know,”I said at last.“I don’t know where this is.I don’t know how I got here.But I need help.I need to get off this island—”
“There’s no need to get upset,”the man said as he turned his head to look at something off-screen.I could still see his face, but I could also see another face in the background—a woman’s face—
—another person I didn’t recognize—
—who was looking at me with wide eyes and listening to the whole thing.
I looked back at the man’s face and saw him turn back to me and smile as he did it—as if he was really happy about something all of a sudden—
—and I felt a chill run down my spine as I realized what was going on.
But I kept it together and said, “What’s going on?Do you know where I am?”
The man’s smile got even bigger as he looked at me through the screen of the Den Den Mushi.
“I know exactly where you are,”he said, still smiling.“And I know exactly who you are, too.”