After providing his parents with dinner, Curtis went back to his room to 'sleep'.
Ever since Curtis had secured a special relationship with Curtis Jr., the relationship had strengthened to the point where it was more abnormal for Curtis to not have his hand petting Curtis Jr. than for him to be petting Curtis Jr. all the time. This relationship rooted in curiousity had now evolved to a toxic 'obsession', a severe addiction. The lethargic, disgusting feeling following a session would always have Curtis contemplating the needlessness of his own actions.
"Must I resolve to this to remain happy?" Curtis regretted.
"Is this so valuable and needed for me to take away time from doing other things in order to prioritise this over them?"
Questions.
Lingering questions.
The end of a session resulted in the opening of the gate of rationality inside Curtis' brain allowing various questions would to out along with the feelings of lethargy and disgust. Such a strong attack on Curtis' conscience would always succeed in bringing his mood down. For Curtis himself knew that his happiness now solely depended on the sessions he has during the day.
Such a thing had occurred again. After coming back to his room, Curtis couldn't help himself and started another session. With the gate of rationality being blocked by barriers of lust, Curtis ever-so-joyfully finished his session and cleaned up. Sitting up on his bed staring out the window, he questioned himself.
"Is this all I amount to?"
The silence following Curtis' question ignored him and laid him down to sleep.
***
"Wakey wakey, it's time for school honeymunchkin~! You don't want me tickling your ass now~~!" A mellow female's voice tickled Curtis' ears.
Being restrained by his sleep, Curtis struggled for a while before opening his eyes. White stretching all directions was surrounding him.
"Where-" As Curtis started to question where he was, the mellow voice from below suddenly cut him off.
"Yes!"
"Yes?" Curtis was confused why this voice suddenly said 'Yes'.
"Yes, dear Curtis, that is indeed all you amount to." The voice rang out.
The bright white surrounding Curtis along with the mellow voice coming from various directions had Curtis disoriented as he tried his best to stand up. Feeling like he was dizzy, Curtis barely managed to stay standing and not fall to the ground. Now, as the voice was aware of Curtis' state before sleeping, Curtis' head was running all around on who it could possibly be.
How did the voice know what I had said when I was by myself?
Should I ignore what was just said?
Curtis had never before had so many thoughts running around his head, even the one time his parents had walked in on him absolutely shredding it but he quickly calmed his head and with a firm clench of his fists, Curtis, sure of the next actions to take, questioned the entity he had been speaking with. With a slightly red face, Curtis hesitated as soon as he was about to let his voice out and looked towards his foot before slowly speaking out.
"Will happiness surround me if I quit succumbing to pleasure?"
"Oh, you must be talking about your daily activities..." the voice echoed, "...Who knows?"
Curtis looked up at the response from the voice.
"Why haven't you yet asked of what or where this place is?" the voice continued, "Or questioned my identity?"
A dumbfounded look spread across Curtis' face as he realised though he was in a new space he hadn't even questioned the strange voice speaking to him.
"Uh, where am I? Who are you? Why am I here?" Curtis queried.
"Oh goodness, at least you were nice enough to ask all the questions at once!" the voice enunciated.
"I am Stella, your personal guide. This space you are in is called Goonterim, which is the space between the Goonth and the Greater Goon World." Stella continued.
"You, my friend, have succumbed to Goontosis and will be transported to the first Gooneristic Planet, 'Earth' !"
Curtis was at a loss for words, 'Goontosis', 'Earth', all this information was confusing him. He was quite befuddled.
"Wait, Goontosis?" he asked Stella.
"Yes, while others usually experience Goontosis at the ripe age of fifteen, for some reason you had been delayed by three years. It's similar to a coma of some sort but somewhat different as you have to achieve a certain goal on Earth in order to return." Stella sternly replied to Curtis.
"A coma? How long am I in this Goontosis for?" Curtis was starting to get worried now.
Why am I in a coma?
"Don't stress about how long you're in Goontosis. Time works differently there—so no matter how much time you spend on Earth working toward your goal and coming back, your body on Goonth will only feel like it's been a single night's sleep. Think of it like this: entering Goontosis is like falling asleep, and leaving is like waking up. Even if years pass on Earth, it'll all fit into one night's rest for you on Goonth." Stella's words calmed Curtis down a little, but he was still worried about something.
"And what is this goal of mine? How will I achieve it? Will someone help me?" Curtis hurled questions to Stella.
"Calm yourself. I am your guide so I will be with you throughout your journey. As for your goal, you will find that out soon enough~!" Stella playfully hurled back answers to Curtis.
"BUT! Before that, as you have been delayed three years all the sessions you have done during those three years will contribute to your personal stat points with a thirty-six percent boost." Stella exclaimed.
"You should be able to feel and see your stats..." Stella paused, after what seemed like a short while she continued, "... Now!"
Curtis screamed. A surge of energy suddenly entered Curtis' body. His decent five-foot-nine-inches stature grew to a staggering six-foot-five-inches stature. The coffee-swirl-like hazel eyes of his slowly faded away to a deep blue. The imbalance of muscle on his arms were balanced out and extra muscle growth occurred throughout Curtis' body. All the muscles grew by tearing up first, during the transformation of Curtis McLaren pain akin to having one's muscles ripped apart and sewn back repeatedly was felt by him.
With tears falling down his face from his closed eyes, Curtis fell on the ground on all fours as the pain slowly receded. As he slowly opened his eyes, a small black screen was in the middle of his vision.
"Name: Curtis McLaren
Stats:
Strength - 507
Agility - 405
Perception - 706
Vitality - 999
Special - 302 "