“That’s right,” Alaska remembered, “Clyde, before you get too distracted. Are you satisfied with your changes,” she asked.
Clyde, unlike before, didn’t jump to his answer. He looked in the mirror, examining himself. He was a muscle machine, hung like hell and had a killer beard. He looked great, and with all this hair trimmed, he looked amazing!
“Yes,” Clyde said, “I think I am,”
“Well that’s just perfect!!” Alaska said with glee, causing Snip to spin around happily, which made both Alaska and Clyde giggle, “alright, Clyde, I need you to come here. This should only take a minute,”
Alaska gestured Clyde to stand in front of the table. He did so, standing just next to the table. Since he was naked, if he got a hard-on right now, he might damage the machine. The thought made him snicker.
“Okay, so you’re absolutely perfect?” Alaska asked again, being double sure,
“Yes, I am absolutely sure that I’m perfect!” Clyde assured Alaska.
“Great!” Alaska said, “now make sure not to swallow after I snap my fingers,”
“Wait wha-” Clyde said, caught off guard by Alaska’s statement, but before he could really be prepared, Alaska raised her hand,
SNAP!
Clyde instantly felt something in his throat. It didn’t feel like anything he had ever experienced, it was like something was travelling up his esophagus. He felt it land on his tongue, he opened his mouth and pushed out his tongue. On it, was a single, perfectly wrapped, candy.
“Well, just place it here,” Alaska said, presenting a small metal plate on the machine. Clyde didn’t know what to think, so he simply complied with Alaska. He took the candy off his tongue, careful not to touch any saliva with his fingers. He placed the candy on the tray, expecting some fantastical and colourful mini explosion, but nothing. The candy just sat there, on the plate.
“So... how about the Oswald Oddity?” Alaska questioned, typing into a small touchpad,
“T-the what?” Clyde asked, confused as to what was going on,
“Sorry!” Alaska realised, “I didn’t explain to you what exactly you were doing,” she apologised, “when I find someone interesting, such as you, I like to give you your desired... well not desired as such, more of a secret fantasy that lives in your mind. Then I bring you here, perfect anything your subconscious didn’t include, like minute details, and then I publish your candy and sell it here, all for the pleasure and fun of others!” Alaska concluded,
Clyde stood there blankly. He pieced all of that together and finally understood it all,
“Oh!!” He yelped, a little loud. He looked at the candy, then to the mirror, then back to Alaska, “how about the Oswald Oblivion. I think it makes sense,”
Alaska couldn’t help but smile happily, “I always love it when I get the input from the fantastor!”
“What’s that?” Clyde asked,
“Well it’s the name I give to people like you, the ones with the fantasy. Half the time I have to name them on my own. I like naming my candies, but it makes them feel more personal to the fantastor, if you get what I mean. I like my alliteration, and clearly you got that,”
Clyde laughed with her.
“Well, that about does it,” Alaska said, wiping her forehead with her arm, “ready to send it off,”
“Yes, I am!” Clyde said cheerfully. Unexpectedly, Alaska spun her touchpad to him. A highlighted red button was on it,
“Go for it, Clyde,” she smiled a softer smile. Clyde took a deep breath,
He pressed the button.
It turned to green, and almost immediately the candy was sucked into a big tube which lead out of the ceiling. Clyde watched it swirl way until it was lost to the factory or whatever it went to.
He couldn’t help but smile. This was such an exhilarating experience for him, he felt calmer, more relaxed.
“C’mon Clyde,” Alaska called, opening the door again.