Lottery Anon greentext (will-o-the-wisp)

yfw you get [a will-o-the-wisp] in the gatcha machine

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>Visiting your family for a get together
>Hug hug, kiss kiss, all that bullshit, mom still nagging
>"When are you going to find a girlfriend? When will you give me grandchildren?"
>Geez Ma, give it a rest you have 4 grandchildren already
>"Yeah, now I'm waiting for yours"
>Bitch
>Decide to walk around the old neighborhood to get away from the teasing, and maybe see old friends, which you do
>Shoot the shit and talk about younger days, better days
>Then you meet their wives
>Traitors
>You notice most of them are married to mamono, damn things really make it hard for a guy to stay single, you've lost many drinking buddies that way
>You say your goodbyes each time, reminding them to drop by the hou-no, fuck that, you don't need to give Mom any more ammo
>Keep walking, ending up at your favorite candy shop in town from when you were a kid
>Besides a few touches of paint, it looks exactly the same
>If you don't count the lamia attendant that has replaced the sweet old lady from your memories
>You hate this
>Talking to mamono that is, ten years back you'd have jumped for joy and stripped yourself in the quad at school, woody at attention for whoever wanted a taste, but now, they just seem so...
>"Sir, I had hoped you came to buy something, but if you're interested in being a statue, I have a medusa cousin who's single"
>...brusque
>The sudden snark breaks you out of your thoughts, you quickly apologize to the lamia and grab some sweets and place them on the counter top
>As she sorts them, you see the ring on her finger
>Good, no threat there
>You give her the rundown on why you're here, and dare to ask where she's from, and if she knows about the old owners of this place, asking about the old lady in particular
>She smiles, and tells you she's the old lady's granddaughter
>Well Fuck
>You sit and talk for a while, sharing stories, and she invites you to drop by and see her "gammy"
>Delighted, you accept

>You introduce yourself to her as Anon
>"Layla, pleased to meet you Anon!" she says with a bright smile
>See, why can't it be this easy to talk with most mamono? It's all rape this and babies that in the city, but here, seems country life has gotten even to these nymphos
>She goes to get the "back in 15" and tells you to wait for her
>As turn to exit the shop, you see one of of those coin machines with prize tokens you used to love
>For some reason, the machine is plastered with pictures of different mamono
>This barely registers with you as you insert your money and turn the crank
>Out comes a plastic ball with a cute... slime? You think it's a slime
>Oh who cares? Souvenir!
>Layla comes back into view and catches you staring at your prize
>"Anon, did you use that machine?"
>You nod
>"May I see your prize?"
>You don't see why not
>She looks at it you swear she goes a little pale
>She grabs a nearby marker and writes something on the prize, before dropping it in what appears to be a mailing chute
>You gripe that she just cost you fifty cents on top of the sweets, why did she do that?
>She says it'll all become clear in a minute and takes you to see her grandma
>You make your way into the dimly lit house, a couple if turns and you're there
>She too, is just as you remember, except for a buttload of extra wrinkles of course
>It takes a minute for her to recognize you, but she opens her arms for a hug the second she does, one you're happy to give
>She grills you about your life since you've gone away. She tells you about her grand-kids, the town, the couples in it
>She seems oddly proud when she speaks of couples
>Before you realize it, night has fallen
>Layla slithers to her bedside and whispers something in her ear, making her grin
>"Used the machine did he?"
>The lamia whispers something else and the grin is gone as quickly as it came
>Now you're really weirded out

>"Anon" she utters quite solemnly, "are you aware of how many young people leave this town on a yearly basis?"
>You don't, but you surmise that a lot, small towns in the middle if nowhere are only popular with serial killers and folks in their twilight years
>"Well", she continues, in order to keep this place alive, we needed new blood, young blood, and with the outpouring of people, and the arrival of mamono, men are quite scarce here..."
>You don't like where this is going
>"...and so, we took steps."
>You ask what kind
>"In order to protect the men in town, we made a lottery, to make sure there would be no fighting and every girl would get a shot at the action, and you've placed yourself in the middle of it"
>So, what, now you have to marry some slime girl you don't even know? Fuck that! Take it back! FIX THIS!
>She explains they can't. Any man who takes a shot with the machine must follow through
>Or be made to, mamono girls aren't that picky about seduction or force, but she tells you to take heart, they make very good wives
>You stare at her long and hard, if looks could kill...
>You ask if there's any particular God damn reason, why they wouldn't make visitors aware of this system
>She simply says they aren't picky about deception either
>You ask who specifically came up with this crap, teeth clenched
>"Gammy did", Layla says.
>There's a long silence before you bolt straight up, running out of the room, that house, that hag, THIS FUCKING TOWN!
>Of course you were right to leave! Of course those cock worshiping whores would pull something like this! They're the same as the ones in the city, they just hide it better
>You run, rage and fear powering your limbs, trying to put as much distance between yourself and that place as you could
>You scream at the top of your lungs "FUCK MONSTERS!" An Oomukade skitters out of the shadows and raising her waist cloth says "Yes please." You stare blankly before moving on

>You make you way back home and make a beeline for your room to get your car keys.
>Located. Gotten. Fuck this place you're out.
>Your parents ask what's wrong, but between the thirst and your heart and lungs competing for the title Lord of the Dance in your chest, there's you keep it short; getting out of town, see you never
>You to the garage and as if by asshole magic, you're boxed in
>You call to your brothers to move their cars
>No response
>You go back in the house to let them know you are not fucking around and-
>Why is everyone staring at you? No, If you were calmer you'd get it, you are acting like a madman, but still, you'd think family above all else would understand
>Why are they just standing there? So quietly?
>Suddenly, you're pulled off your feet and dragged towards your room. You grab onto the door frame, screaming for help, but still they just stand there
>Your grip gives out and you're flung inside, the door shuts, leaving you in the dark
>You pant harshly, trying to get your bearings. Going out the window is out, you'd never break the panes before whatever is in here gets you
>Blue flames come alive from nowhere, bathing the room in an eerie glow, but granting you vision
>You search through your drawers and pull out one big knife, thank you teenage angst
>You look at the spectacle cautiously, knife gripped hard in your hand, as the flames die down and coalesce into a humanoid form
>You grip the blade in both hands now, ready to run your kidnapper through and escape this nightmare
>"Anon, finally, you're here" a light, ethereal voice says, female too, you think
>You lunge at it, and press the blade as far as it will go, but meet no resistance and trip over yourself, losing your weapon in the process
>You scramble to get it, but feel your body getting stiff, every hair standing on end, every nerve ending screaming "danger"

>You're on your back as the figure straddles you, flames roaring back to life as it draws closer, prompting you to shield your face
>It grabs your hands and you brace for the pain, but it doesn't come, instead, a pleasant coolness hovers on your skin
>"Don't be afraid" it says as it holds your face in its hands
>Afraid you can't comply
>The brightness dies down and finally you're able to clearly see your captor. Curled white hair, blue skin, full luscious lips
>But it's her eyes that get you. Black. Blacker than Hell's darkest pit, look too long and it's like they suck you in, you shudder as you look away, closing your own
>You feel her hands move up from your stomach to your chest. Your shirt is ripped open and you involuntarily twitch as she licks your stomach, small shocks of electricity pecking at your skin
>You feel her cold breath on your face "Anon, what's wrong? You're trembling" she says as she sweetly caresses your face. "Look at me. Anon, look at me" she pleads again and again, but you don't
>You feel her weight leave you, and after some time, you open your eyes. She stands with her back to you
>You get on your feet slowly, you don't know what's going on, but you begin making your way to the door, turning the knob as quietly as you can, but you're no ninja
>The lock clicks, prompting her to face you
>She's crying
>Damn girls, always trying to get a guy's goat, and big softy that you are, it's working
>You let go of the door and face her, a long silence hangs between you before she speaks
>"Did I do something wrong? Do you hate me? I thought you would be happy."
>She takes a step forward, then another
>"Or, you can tell me what you like, I'll do whatever you want, I know I'm not experienced, but for Anon, I'll do anything!" her voice growing more desperate with each step
>She soon closes the distance and hugs you, sighing contentedly. She squeezes you just a bit tighter as seconds pass