As Chad peaked to the other side of the room, it was dark; he then flips the light switch as they flickered on. He found nothing in the room but just random sports stuff, and a weird mannequin in sky blue color. He tries to speak out, "Hello?! Is anyone here?" At least he still has his voice, but something tells him he shouldn't yell out, there might be someone else in the room or in another area of the building. Chad then fully enters the room as he wonders where did this mannequin came from. He goes up to it slowly to the mannequin.
It doesn't look like any of the plastic store mannequins he'd see in any clothing or sports store. In fact, there are no lines to show it can be disassembled. Probably one of those foamy ones. It does have that spongy look, but the tiny holes seem straight unlike the spongy ones. Chad circled around it and, looks up and down. Chad then notices his face is smooth and featureless, no holes or dents to show the eyes, no mouth, but a bump to show where the nose is. The mannequin's hand is smooth and the fingers are fused and show no evidence of individual fingers. Chad tries to move its arm. He grabbed its left mitt and moved both the arm and the mitten-like hand up and straight, perpendicular to his side with ease. It felt like spandex rather than sponge than he thought. "Something is weird with this one.." Chad mutters in his breath as the mannequin felt Chad's breath. He then looked down to the mannequin's crotch and notices it is bulging slowly hard. He then decides to stroke it and then hears a muffled aroused moan coming from the mannequin, "Mmmph!" Chad recoiled back in shock as the mannequin bolted off to the corner and tries to find something to hold and hit him with with muffled gasps of panic.
Chad tries to reassure the mannequin, "Woah woah woah, I'm no threat! I'm no threat!" Chad says as he extend both his leather arms out showing he means no harm. The spandex mannequin stops a second later. "Mmft?" It tries to speak, but can't. Chad notices he can't speak, "You can't speak if your mouth is muzzled huh?" The mannequin nods instead with an affirmative grunt. He soon realizes that he's a victim but in worse situation.
"Can you see me?" Chad asks again, as it nods again. "And you're a victim like I am, but worse then?" The mannequin nodded slowly. It shows him his foot, the name, "Brian" was on the sole of his left foot. Chad knows he wrote it himself should any other victim asks his name. If there any other victims in the fieldhouse they're in. Chad then tries to find a pen and paper for him to write with in the room, no longer calling Brian an it. He then found some and gave it to him as Brian then writes.
<I guess I'm not the only one in here that was turned into some sort of freak. As you already know, my name is Brian, and I've been in here for a few days now. I can see fine, but I don't have a mouth, and still make muffled sounds even though I don't have a mouth. Also, my skin is really sensitive and don't touch me down there, that part is extremely sensitive along with my fused ass. I don't know how I got here, but I guess you and I got drugged by something. And if you are wondering, there is I think two or three more in here, probably like me or you.>
Chad then apologizes and looks around the room. Brian then questions Chad on what to do as he grunted to get his attention.
<What should we do?>