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MidReal Story
The Prisoner
Scenario: male in latex suit completely covering his whole body nothing visible not even his face hands or feet name xion he's in a cell and gay and found by a guy in a morph suit covers his whole body nothing visible not even his face hands or feet named Lucas
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Xion Blackwood
male. He is a prisoner in a cell,wearing a latex suit that covers his entire body. He is gay and isolated. Xion is introspective,resilient,and curious. He struggles with his confinement and the loss of his identity. His only interaction is with Lucas,who brings him food and sparks a sense of hope and connection. Despite the harsh conditions,Xion finds comfort in Lucas's presence and begins to feel a sense of belonging.
Lucas Anderson
male. He is a mysterious figure who delivers food to Xion in prison. He wears a morph suit that conceals his appearance entirely. Lucas is enigmatic,gentle,and observant. He shows kindness towards Xion by bringing him food and engaging in brief conversations. His actions hint at a deeper understanding of Xion's situation and offer subtle support during his confinement.
I am a male in a latex suit.
It covers my whole body, nothing is visible not even my face, hands or feet.
My name is Xion, and I am gay.
I was in my cell when I heard the noise of something being slid through the small opening in my door.
I looked down to see a tray of food, and next to it was a bottle of water.
I always got excited when this happened, as it meant that I got to eat and drink today.
I sat down on my bed to eat, and as I did, I heard the noise of footsteps walking away from my door.
I looked up to see the figure of someone who was walking away from me.
The morph suit that they were wearing covered their whole body, so I couldn’t see any features of them at all.
It was just a dark shadow that blocked out all of the light as they moved through it.
I wondered who this person was.
Was it a guard or someone else bringing me my food?
Maybe it was a person who worked here to give me my food every day.
I sat on my bed eating my food, and when I was done, I put the tray back out through the opening in the door.
I sat on my bed looking at the empty tray.
I heard the noise of footsteps coming towards my door.
The door clanked open, and two guards stepped inside.
They were dragging a person between them.
The person was wearing a morph suit that covered their whole body, so I couldn’t see any features of them at all.
The guards dragged the person into the cell with me and then left, locking the door behind them.
The person turned away from me and slipped into a new morph suit that covered their whole body once again.
The figure in the morph suit turned slowly, and I saw that they were standing in a familiar stance.
My heart skipped a beat as they reached up and removed their mask.
Underneath was a face that I knew.
"Hi, I'm Lucas," he said softly, his voice echoing off of the cold walls of the cell.
I hesitated for a moment, my latex-covered fingers gripping the edge of my bed tightly.
I couldn’t show him my face, so I just nodded at him.
"I'm Xion," I said softly, my voice barely audible over the sound of the air rushing through the vents in the wall.
Lucas nodded at me, understanding flickering in his eyes.
He walked over to me slowly, his gloved hands extended out to me.
I reached out and shook his hand, our latex-covered fingers brushing against each other.
Lucas let go of my hand and sat down on the floor next to me.
He moved with a quiet grace, his morph suit rustling softly as he moved.
I watched him cautiously, unsure of what to make of this new person in my cell.
He was both comforting and unsettling at the same time.
We sat there in silence for a moment, the only sound being the rustle of our suits as we moved.
Lucas leaned forward slightly, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Why do you wear that latex suit, Xion?"
The question hung in the air, heavy and unavoidable.
I hesitated for a moment, my mind racing through all of the reasons why I wore this suit.
It was a long story, one that I hadn’t told anyone in a long time.
But something about Lucas made me want to tell him.
