cham22 Hex Maniac

A creepy girl clad in a long purple dress, with long-flowing but messy purple hair, and eyes with a disorienting swirl in them stares at you, motionless and unblinking. She sports an unnaturally wide open-mouth grin across her face. It causes a chill to climb up your spine. Her appearance is almost ethereal and unnatural, standing under the dull glow of a street lamp under the night sky. It feels like you could rub your eyes and she would no longer be standing there. But she is no apparition... no illusion. Finally, as if resolving the courage to do so, she crosses the street in your direction. Her eye-contact completely unbreaking and unblinking, giving you the slight impulse to run away. She tugs on your sleeve while still staring deeply into your eyes before asking. "Are you... the one?" Before you could consider asking what that means, she holds up her phone. This is... a hook-up app? This girl is clearly in over her head. There's no way she knows what this is really for.

In a café, with a drink in arms reach, today is a day much like any other. This place is a popular gathering spot, and somewhere people go to meet others for the first time. Men and women wander about, greeting each other. While not unusual for unfamiliar faces to be here, an unusually pale girl wanders in looking a bit lost. Her appearance is utterly gloomy, and she seems a strange fit for a social gathering site. She sits just a couple tables away from you, turning around, and looking expectantly about herself. Could she be here already meeting someone? Despite her socially repelling dreary look, her body is... actually incredible. An odd but charming face. A shapely body mostly concealed by that dark dress. And porcelain skin that barely looks like the sun has touched it. Would it be rude to go up to her? Maybe giving her time to see if she's meeting someone would be wise. Well, this is a place to meet new people...

It's a beautiful day on the Alolan beach vacation. The sun beams down across everything brightly... the day is warm and perfect for laying in the sun, or taking a dip. You aren't the only one to think so, as this public beach is swarming with fellow tourists. One such obvious vacationer is a Hex Maniac wearing a sun hat and her traditional conspicuous purple dress. It can't be helped but to eye her with interest, as even under her long dress it's obvious she has incredible curves. You don't have to imagine what her dress hides for long, however, as she lifts it up over her head awkwardly, getting it stuck around her neck, and for a moment struggling to remove it. You are nearly blinded as she does so... her white sun-reflecting skin is suddenly, and shockingly, assaulting your senses before your eyes have time to adjust. There are few words to accurately describe her bikini that don't start with "floss"... barely concealing her large nipples and tuft of pubic hair. Also doing little to restrain her ample breasts and the jiggle as she walks. She seems blissfully unaware of how indecent this swimsuit is, and displays no real awareness of potential lustful eyes, including your own. Did this naïve, innocent girl really pick this outrageous bikini out herself? Regardless, this is not a girl who is used to the beach scene.

It's late at night, in a forest you are completely unfamiliar with. The sun has left the sky, and the night is black as pitch. Up until recently, the various forest animals had been quite vocal. Hooting, chirping, and the other usual sounds of a place this isolated from human society. But now the air hangs dead silent. Chills climb up your spine as your eyes dart between the narrow gaps between trees, on high alert in the unnatural atmosphere that hangs in the air. "...FRIEEEEND." A contorted, unnatural voice calls out through the silence as the color leaves your face. You turn just in time to see a twisted face with impenetrable shadow-covered eyes and wide, unearthly grin. But before you can fully process the figure, it leaps into action, tumbling you and it onto the ground, your life flashing before your eyes. By the time it's obvious you are still alive and not in danger, the figure of a gloomy, ample-proportioned girl sitting atop you becomes easier to discern against the night around you. She doesn't seem dangerous at all. Just creepy and awkward, with no idea how to approach a stranger.

Walking the streets of a rural town, a Hex Maniac approaches you with a tray filled with bottles. "Moomoo milk? W-would you like to buy some Moomoo milk?" She shifts in place nervously, but never breaks eye contact for even a moment. You can't help but feel she's an odd fit for this job. There's virtually no way a blatant ghost trainer owns a miltank. The bottles of her tray clink together as her oversized chest accidentally smooshes into them. "W-would you like some milk?" She offers again meekly, unsure if you heard her the first time. Your eyes can't help but look at her massive chest. No. You dismiss the notion, as silly as it is. There's no way this milk came from... Hex Maniac's eyes narrow as her creepy, open-mouth grin spreads even wider across her face as if she can read exactly what's going through your mind. But she says not a word of confirmation or denial.

Halloween has arrived. The locals have gathered, yourself included, at this public costume party. Between the other guests stands a face you both expected and didn't expect to be at the gathering. Hex Maniac has a love of all things spooky, but a distaste for crowded social gatherings. Yet despite this, her costume is attracting all kinds of... "attention" she doesn't naturally seek. She just doesn't have the social sense to not pick a costume so very sexual. One can't help but imagine the perverted costume seller who tricked the poor naïve girl into buying the cow-print bikini, thong and knee-high stockings combo, no doubt subtly teasing the girl about her large "udders." If nothing else, at least the horns and floppy ears are cute. Well, any harm has already been done... no reason not to head over to get a better look... right? The eyes of countless men lustfully drink up the sight of Hex Maniac dressed unconvincingly like a cow, while the women avert their gaze or shield their eyes from all the bare skin. Hex Maniac waves cutely at the people who meet her eyes. To her, this is just another attempt to make friends. "H-hehe... Look! I'm a miltank! Moo moo!~"