The Rubber Prison (Patreon)

Mr. Red had always been a man of curiosity. His insatiable thirst for knowledge had led him to countless adventures, but this time, his curiosity might have gotten the better of him. He found himself standing in the dimly lit hallway of Xedryk's research laboratory, the most secretive and well-guarded facility in the world of science and technology.

Xedryk, a brilliant but eccentric scientist, was known for his cutting-edge experiments, which pushed the boundaries of human understanding. Mr. Red had somehow managed to secure an invitation to visit the renowned scientist's laboratory. Little did he know that this visit would take him on a journey beyond his wildest imagination.

As Mr. Red wandered through the labyrinthine corridors of the laboratory, he couldn't help but marvel at the futuristic equipment and bizarre contraptions that filled the space. It was a world of wonder, a place where the laws of physics seemed to bend and twist in the hands of Xedryk and his team.

Without realizing it, Mr. Red had strayed from the designated visitor's path and found himself in a dimly lit, isolated testing area. Unbeknownst to him, this was a place where no outsider was allowed, a place where a very strict security system was in place.

Just as Mr. Red picked up a seemingly innocent rubber ball from the floor, an eerie silence fell upon the room. He examined the ball, turning it over in his hands, oblivious to the danger he had unwittingly unleashed. Suddenly, red warning lights flashed, and sirens blared throughout the chamber.

Panicked, Mr. Red dropped the rubber ball, but it was too late. The innocuous-looking orb had instantly exploded, releasing a viscous, gel-like rubber solution that covered him from head to toe. He struggled to free himself from the sticky mess, his heart racing with fear and confusion.

Amidst his futile struggle, something unexpected happened. A rubber suit, similar to the protective gear worn by the laboratory personnel, emerged from the shadows. The suit moved with a strange, fluid grace, and Mr. Red watched in awe as it enveloped him, slowly encasing him in its rubbery embrace.

Within moments, Mr. Red had been swallowed whole by the rubber suit, his limbs immobilized, his vision obscured by the translucent material. He could hear nothing but the muffled sound of his own breath, trapped within the confines of the suit. It was as though he had become one with the bizarre apparatus that had ensnared him.

As time passed, Mr. Red couldn't help but wonder if there was a way to free himself from his rubbery prison. He had become a prisoner of his own curiosity, trapped in a body not his own. The outside world had forgotten him, and he had become just another employee in Xedryk's laboratory.