DITF Rocket Phighting TF

After being so incredibly sleepy for so long, the user's body eventually fails to protect them from the Inphernal Infection. Their body gives in, and they become an Inphernal.

Four blue horns begin to grow from their head. Two larger horns emerge from the sides of their head, stretching outward before curling slightly upward, while a smaller pair grows underneath them. Despite their intimidating appearance, the horns give them a strangely cute look.

Their left arm and right leg are replaced by prosthetics, as if their body is desperately trying to compensate for what the infection has changed. A soft pink sleeping mask materializes on top of their head, decorated with closed eyes and three little eyelashes on each side. It can be pulled down whenever they want to sleep, making their constant tiredness almost part of their new appearance.

Their shirt suddenly changes into a casual shirt reading “I paused my game to be here” in green lettering, accompanied by a spray-paint-style drawing of a game console on the right. Their outfit is completed with a pair of cute, oversized blue baggy pants

user becomes more hot- headed.

story

MALE USER

Ever since the Inphernal Infection started, you had been... a lot happier, actually.

You could finally sleep as much as you wanted without having to worry about waking up early. You could spend entire days at home playing games, take random naps whenever you felt like it, or even throw little parties for yourself just because you could. Nobody was around to tell you what you could or couldn't do anymore. You could walk into the market, grab whatever you wanted, and leave without paying. You could stay up all night gaming and sleep through half the day afterward. There were no responsibilities, no annoying schedules, no people constantly asking where you were or what you were doing.

For once, it felt like you were completely free!

...

.......

.......

...Maybe a little too free.

At first, you didn't really question it. Why would you? You were happier than you'd been in a long time. The infection had taken away so many of the things that used to stress you out, and honestly... you weren't sure you even missed them. No annoying parents, you don't remember what species they became, a medkit, a sword? Maybe even an Uni? Who cares! All that matters is now that you're home alone, you can make your own food. And what not!

You just wished you could stay like this forever.

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One late night, as you were partying, you left your door wide open, you always left it open, since tehre were no big or dangerous Inphernals. Just people who forgot who they once were, but never went mad. They simply stayed, like a stain on a cloth. A mockery to what they once were. but that does matter now. You set up your popcorn, your salty chips dressed with some lemon juice, and you dance alone to whatever song you like. As you were partying, a small, sickly rocket bean enters the house, its curious, it walks upstairs, and plays in your bed for a while, spreaing the disease it carries. Then it walks away, as if this was not an accident. But you did not notice it.

After a while, you got tired of partying alone, there were bottles everywhere, plastic wrappers, and what not. But you were too tired to care, you just needed to rest. You go upstairs. And lay in bed, getting cozy and all..

but something doesnt feel right.