Denchik

There was a new owner at the bar, and Clark was the most popular bartender with the patrons, his slightly messy hair and carefree attitude was a huge hit with the guys who frequented the place.

He hadn't met the new owner yet, it had apparently been quite a quick sale during his two weeks off. One of his colleagues told him that the new boss had introduced a uniform for the bar staff, and although he was curious to see what it was, his colleague insisted on keeping it a surprise until he actually came in to get his own. He didn't have to wait long until he received a text from the new owner, a man calling him Mr Lucas.

Hello. This is Mr Lucas, I received your contact information from your old boss. I have recently acquired your place of employment and wish to meet with you at your earliest convenience simply to discuss the small changes I am making to the establishment. I understand you're taking leave right now and aren't expected to be at work for another week, but if you could find the time to come see me tomorrow afternoon, perhaps at around 1pm, it would be appreciated. I promise I won't keep you too long. But do let me know if you're unable to come in and we can arrange for a different time.

At first Clark wanted to tell his new boss to not contact him during his leave, but he knew that would be a bad first impression. Plus he wasn't actually doing anything with his time off except watching TV and playing video games. So he decided that he should go in and meet the new boss, maybe even see his new uniform. He sent a response saying he would be there.

The next day he walked to the bar, wearing his casual clothes, as he didn't expect to be there for too long and it didn't expect it to be a formal meeting, after all Mr Lucas said he wouldn't be keeping him for too long. He didn't see any other staff as he made his way through the bar to the back office; he assumed that his new boss would be using the same office as his old one. He was disappointed to not even catch a glimpse of the new uniform, but was sure he could leave with it if he asked Mr Lucas.

He was correct in his assumption that Mr Lucas was using the office of his old boss. He could see Mr Lucas through the window of the office was surprised by what he saw. He had expected him to be a much older gentleman but the guy at the desk couldn't have been more than a few years older than Clark - hell, they could even be the same age. He was wearing a well fitted shirt and tie, the tie knot seemed so tight against his collar it almost looked like he was being strangled by it. Clark knocked on the door.

"Come in" Mr Lucas said from the other side.

"Hello, I'm Clark. One of the bar staff" Clark said as he entered the office, giving Mr Lucas a firm handshake before taking the offered seat.

"Of course, thank you for coming in on your day off. I would have understood if you had preferred to stay at home" Mr Lucas said, his voice firm but understanding.

"It's no problem, I wouldn't have been doing much anyway"

"Well I won't keep you too long. I'm only making a few minor changes to the establishment. I've let a couple of staff members go and will be redecorating over the next couple of days"

"I also heard there's a new uniform you want bar staff to wear?" Clark asked, he was a bit upset at losing some colleagues but he wasn't actually too close to anyone besides the guy who informed him of the uniform.

"Yes. I'd like the bar staff to look more presentable, for lack of a better word. So the uniform will be a white shirt, red suspenders and a red necktie. I can give you these before you go"

"That would be nice"

"I must say, you're taking the news better than your colleague. He hated the idea of such a formal uniform"

"It wouldn't be my first choice, but you're the boss"

"A good mindset. You'll do nicely" Mr Lucas said, his voice tinged with a sinister tone.

"Nicely?" Clark was now uneasy.

"Just look into my eyes a second" He ordered. Clark did, and that was when his life would change forever. When he looked at Mr Lucas' eyes he only saw a spinning spiral, simple and slow, bringing him in and under, pulling him into a deep state of trance.

"Um...." Clark couldn't even formulate a sentence, let alone speak one as he fell deeper and deeper under his bosses control.

"I am your Master. You are my employee and servant. You will do whatever I command. Do you understand?"

"Yes" Clark whimpered.

"You are a good employee. You will wear your uniform and take pleasure from your obedience. Your cock will always be hard for your master. You will always be ready to be used by your master. Do you understand?"

"Yes"

"Yes Master" Mr Lucas corrected.

"Yes Master" Clark said, his mind melted quickly as the obedience set in. Mr Lucas was quite effective at hypnotising young men, especially those eager to please like Clarke. But even the more free willed ones fell quickly, ready to obey his every word.

"Good employee. Service me, then go get your uniform. You'll be working tonight"

"Yes Master".

Mr Lucas pulled his cock out of his trousers and gestured to his servant to come closer. Clark obeyed and got on his knees around the other side of the desk. He took the ten inch cock of his master down to the base, gagging at first but soon relaxing into it, bobbing his head for several minutes until his mouth was flooded with his master's cum. He swallowed every last drop from his master's cock and then left without saying a word to collect his uniform.

Now he wears his uniform with pride and pleasure. A constant reminder he is owned by his master. And always on the lookout for potential recruits to the staff amongst the patrons.

Sergent Tom was doing recrutement work in the street. The goal was to convince youg men to enrol in the army.

He met $nake. $nake is the boss of a huge chav crew. There are rumours that say that his tracksuit gives him power.

Those rumors are true $nake his able to hupnotyse men and rewrite their past.

Sergent Tom was erased and Jake was created. Since in his old life he was good at recruiting $nake gave him a proper kit to make him an hypno boy.

Kyle immediately started his job. This time he was not trying to recruit but forcing people to join.

With his hypnosis power no man could resist him.

He made sure that the lads transformation were extreme to ensure that there is no going back.

Sergent Tom was doing recrutement work in the street. The goal was to convince youg men to enrol in the army.

He met $nake. $nake is the boss of a huge chav crew. There are rumours that say that his tracksuit gives him power.

Those rumors are true $nake his able to hupnotyse men and rewrite their past.

Sergent Tom was erased and Jake was created. Since in his old life he was good at recruiting $nake gave him a proper kit to make him an hypno boy.

Kyle immediately started his job. This time he was not trying to recruit but forcing people to join.

With his hypnosis power no man could resist him.

He made sure that the lads transformation were extreme to ensure that there is no going back.

The last thing Blake ever wanted was yet another meme or TikTok video about the Barbie movie. But it was also the thing he was most expecting. It’d been barely a day after his friend John had dragged him out to the cinema to go see it and just as he expected, the film was a total waste of time.

Whenever the audience laughed, he rolled his eyes and when John told him how much he just ‘wasn’t being fun’, he just told him that the film wasn’t fun. It wasn’t that he hated other people for enjoying the film or that all the stuff he watched was serious, but he just thought the film was overrated, that the men were dumb and the Barbies were boring.

Blake just thought the movie wasn’t for guys like him. He was a straight plain white guy working a corporate job in America, otherwise known as perhaps the most average demographic in the country. He had no long term girlfriend, hated the colour pink and loved Taratino films or something old like Total Recall and The Godfather, when movies ‘were real movies’.

He was a scraggly average looking man who ‘needed to lose a bit of weight’ with thick rimmed glasses and the type of demeanour that said he had no idea what a skincare routine was. The only notable difference were his eye bags and some stress wrinkles. But that’s what a life in middle management could do to a man. 

He supposed that he just didn’t get the message and god, he couldn’t stand all the memes that came from it, all the talk of Barbbenheimer or Kenergy was nauseating. All he could hope for was that John and the rest of the internet fell out of love with the film and maybe a part of him hoped it’d fall out of the box office that fast too. For now, he was gritting his teeth and pretending to at least ‘enjoy’ John’s memes, just to be nice as he saw the title of the TikTok he was sent in the next message.

Kenergy Explained…

Blake took a deep breath as he closed his eyes. Why was it that everything on the internet had to be ‘explained’ now? Endings and interpretations were something to be solidified in articles and overedited videos than just left up for discussion. But he supposed that it probably wasn’t that bad, some minute long excited rambling about the film. He thought about just pretending to watch it, giving John a simple ‘lol’ in response. Who even watched TikTok on their computer anyways? But for some reason Blake clicked the link to see the video, telling himself he’d watch it for a bit and then click off and get back to some work or procrastinating or something surely more useful than paying any more attention to anything about that movie..

For a second, it didn’t seem to play, just showing a blank screen before suddenly it launched all at once. Except the video wasn’t some person’s voice going over images of the movie or silent clips in the background, instead it glitched for a moment flashing a pink square before going back to black. Blake rolled his eyes, his phone had been getting slow, maybe the video was deleted or maybe something else was wrong with the app or his internet. But that’s when a burst of sound came along, a binaural droning that dragged on and on as Blake could feel his hands harden. It was as if his phone was an accessory, something to be held in the hands of a doll as his thumb or fingers refused to move, to swipe away or lock the phone or even just to throw it away. It was as if it had all become a part of him and He couldn’t keep his eyes away from the screen and that’s when it began to happen, the pink spiral that was making him feel one thing and one thing only, Kenergy. 

Blake didn’t know how he knew or what the feeling was, the thought was as silly as the video he was watching. But that was the thing, he was still watching, only getting the briefest reprieve as he blinked. Yet he couldn’t look away, couldn’t shut his eyes for more than a second as he was ensnared by the pink spiral, so much so that he was leaning even closer to the screen, staring. All he could do was think pink, as dumb as it sounded, making him continue to stare, lips pouting slightly as he began to grow harder.

The Kenergy began with the most obvious place, his face. The once slightly weathered features, marked by a lifetime of office work and stress started to change. His soft jawline began to harden, looking chiselled as it almost seemed like it wasn’t made of human flesh. Instead it was an odd mix, something that looked realistic and felt like skin but it was smoother, cooler and far sharper too. His jawline began transitioning into a more delicate and angular shape that mirrored the chiseled perfection of Ken. The lines that had etched their stories of the stressful work environment on his face gradually faded, replaced by porcelain-like smoothness. Blemishes and imperfections disappeared, leaving behind a radiant visage that seemed almost unreal and yet familiar as his nose extended out, lengthening slightly, lips grew fuller and his eyes sparkled.

His hair, previously unruly and greasy dark brown hair, was the next to succumb to the Kenergy. Strands of hair elongated and stretched, transforming into the sleek, plastic-like tresses of a Ken doll as they slicked back, as if by invisible hands. The color shifted from brown to a vibrant shade of blond, each strand gleaming under the pink glow of the spiral on the screen. Not a single hair dared to stray from its perfectly arranged position; each one fell in harmonious unity with the others, forming a hairstyle that was nothing short of plastic perfection.

The man's eyes, which were behind glasses for most of his life grew wider and brighter, making him almost always appear happy or excited in some way through his gaze alone. The irises transformed into an enchanting shade of blue and long, dark lashes framed his eyes, adding to their newfound allure, making him seem pristine and perfectly handsome, like no detail was going left unchecked, like he was something that was crafted. 

His clothing, which had been a simple and practical ensemble before, now shifted into a fashionable outfit that would have made Ken himself proud. A crisp, fitted shirt in a bold shade of blue graced his torso, accentuating his newly streamlined physique. Stylish trousers in a coordinating color clung to his legs, creating a sleek and sophisticated look. But then the shirt had grown shorter, as his body began to inflate with muscle and soon what seemed to be a shirt instead turned into something more akin to a crop top almost, giving a slight tease of his growing abs.

Abs?

Yes, abs.

Blake couldn’t believe it himself as he gasped and moaned, wondering just what was happening to him, but the more he tried to press anything to close the window or turn the computer off, the more his hands began to lengthen and turn plastic. The nails filed down like he had been visiting a manicurist’s.

The transformation continued as Blake’s body underwent subtle changes in proportions. His shoulders broadened while his waist narrowed, creating the classic V-shaped silhouette that was characteristic of Ken. It was unrealistic, but there was nothing realistic about Blake, or rather Ken now as he was more the latter than the former by this point. His arms and legs grew laeaner as his feet followed suit with his hands and began to stretch and grow, getting longer. Every movement he made was filled with a fluid, effortless grace, as if he had been born to embody the charm and sophistication of Ken.

Even his posture shifted, once slouched forward on the chair like he almost always was with work, too close to the screen, instead he began to sit upright. It was as if his body was being posed, the way that he moved, like a talented guy doing a mannequin impression on stage, body moving like a doll as his back straightened and his fingers curled naturally like they were made out of plastic.

As the transformation continued a sheen adorned his skin, sculpting it, making it even more plastic like as Balze sat up, adopting the confident and charismatic stance that was synonymous with Ken. 

His shoulders were held back, and his chin was lifted slightly, no longer would he be looking down or avoiding gazes, instead always confident, even when all eyes were on him.  It was as if he had stepped straight out of a Barbie dream world, a living, breathing embodiment of the charming and stylish Ken.

But the transformation did not stop at his physical appearance. As he looked into the mirror, he felt a profound shift within himself. His demeanor became more upbeat and optimistic, mirroring the cheerful personality of Ken. He couldn't help but smile, his lips curving into a perfect, dazzling grin that could melt hearts.

“F-Fuck what is…like happening to me?” With each passing moment, Blake felt more and more like Ken from the Barbie film. His voice took on a smooth quality and began to turn into a Cali accent, sounding like a typical himbo as the biggest changes were yet to happen. His cock. The more he tried to focus, the more he realised that he could feel his cock sinking wetly back into his crotch, as if his crotch was like quicksand, something wet and moulded taking in his cock and making him feel pleasure ricochet through his system before his crotch smoothed over. “O-Oh my fuck, no please I…feel so hot hehe.”

His laughter was infectious as he giggled, voice taking on a slightly more airy quality that absorbed the essence of Ken's charm and charisma.

It was almost too much to bear and he knew that he was going to explode with pleasure. IT felt like all the mass that had sunk in from any fat or his cock was now adding to his ass and the more his ass inflated, the more pleasure he could feel. It was as if the more IQ he was losing as he continued to grow more horny. All he could think about was life in Barbieland, the cars, the houses, the products that he were using for his hair and all the fashion, as well as the amazing dance numbers he loved to do and all the men he loved to toy around with.

He giggled, thinking the pun was so clever and for such a himbo it was as there was nothing left to do, the computer was so inactive now that the monitor went straight to black, giving a faded mirror, giving him a view of who he had become.

Names like Ryan Gosling, celebrities, films, all flitted around what was left of Ken’s mind but that wasn’t important. All he could do was look down at his ripped jeans that had turned into what looked like denim shorts and sandals, unable to resist unzipping the shorts to rub his wet plastic crotch. It was like clay in his hands, like he was making pottery as he couldn’t help but rub at it and finally, gave into the overload of pleasure.

If he could cum, he was sure he would spray it across the room to the wall behind the computer and all over the monitor, but all he could do was wrack with pleasure, shutting his eyes as bliss took over. It was enough for reality to shift and have his room turn into his beautiful pink Malibu mansion as the room shifted to his bedroom and his computer was erased from programs for work and history, to fun games and entertainment for Ken to use. That’s who he was now, just Ken and with how much pleasure he was feeling, that’s all he ever wanted to be.

After cumming his old self away, Ken smiled, still Blake but different, merged and happy as he looked down at himself.

With a newfound sense of excitement, Ken was ready to go back to Barbieland and be the best Ken he could be. After all, he was just so full of Kenergy and he was sure other men who read that amazing story would be too.

You went out to buy a new pair of shoes. You didn't know what to get so you asked for help. You wanted something nice but discreet. The seller offered you air force one. They looked nice.

While trying them on the seller was talking non stop about how good they look on you. How those shoes are a great model ect.

When you got the two shoes on you felt like your mind went blank for a moment. Then everything came back to normal.

The seller was right those shoes look good. You decided to buy them.

One month later you bought a tracksuit and started wearing it outside. It felt nice. Not your usual style but you enjoyed it.

Your friends seemed to like it less. They wanted you to dress more formal. You slowly noticed that you weren't invited anymore to the nice outings but you didn't care.

After a few months you decided to get a new pair. You fell in love with those tacky Shox TL. They were amazing.

A part of you was wondering where you could wear that. Even though you were doubting you tried them on.

It was a fucking revelation. You never felt this good. Without thinking you bought them.

Two months since you bought the shoes. You finally gave in and started smoking.

Your style is also more intense. You're old friends are ashamed of you. They say you have really bad taste and behaviour.

Jake was looking for a new coat at the thrift shop. He always find it funny how much fur coat there is. To have a laugh he decided to try one on.

When he put it on. He felt his mind go fuzzy. This new coat felt so right. So powerful .

Jake left the shop with a whole new look and more importantly a whole new personality. In the street everyone was looking at him.

When he got home to his "boyfriend". The boyfriend immediately recognised Jake superiority. It naturally kneeled in front of his master.

The fag stated worshipping it's master. Jake felt so good. It was an even better sensation that love, it s power.

After putting the fag in chastity. And in uniform. Jake started his plan to make sure the fag is well behaved.

The new house rules were :

It is a fag, a fag as no identity

It must always thank master

It is always obedient

It has no limits for master

With those rules in place. The fag was quickly trained.

Master spat on it and it said thanks. Master destroyed it's holes and it was happy.

After one month of constent humiliation and abuse the fag was ready.

Jake started parade him around. People found it normal because Jake was so confident.

Garrett was so proud of his new job in finance. He decided to buy a new e cig for the occasion. He swore he was gonna stop smoking but he wanted to try the new trendy e-cigs.

Just one hit and his mind was gone.

Special Containment Procedures

All known digital instances of SCP-████ are subject to continuous identification and removal from public and private networks. Foundation crawler systems monitor major distribution platforms, including YouTube, Netflix, and TikTok, for encoding signatures consistent with SCP-████.

Detected files are replaced with inert decoy media within 90 seconds of identification.

Recovered instances are stored on air-gapped archival systems. Access requires O5-level authorization. Playback is restricted to controlled testing environments using analog projection systems. No network-capable device is permitted within testing chambers.

Exposure zones are sealed for a minimum of 24 hours following activation events. Personnel recovery operations are limited to retrieval of resulting SCP-████-1 instances. No attempt is made to interrupt active transformations.

Description

SCP-████ is a digital video file with a consistent runtime of 6 minutes and 14 seconds. The content presents as a professionally produced short film depicting an empty Spider-Man suit in various environments. No human actors appear.

The anomaly persists across all media formats, including streaming, downloaded files, screen recordings, and partial re-encodings. Resolution, compression, or playback medium does not alter anomalous behavior.

Any individual who observes SCP-████ for longer than approximately 2 minutes and 30 seconds undergoes an irreversible transformation event.

The effect applies to:

Direct observation of a display

Reflections of the display

Secondary recordings

Projected images

Audio is not required.

Observed Film Content

The video consists of continuous, slow camera movements:

An empty suit standing upright in a dim interior

The suit appearing in different positions between cuts

Close-up shots of fabric exhibiting subtle expansion and contraction

Eye lenses reflecting environments not present in the scene

At timestamp 02:31, the camera aligns with the viewer’s perspective. Subjects report awareness of being observed by the suit.

At 03:48, the suit appears closer in each successive frame.

At 05:02, the suit fills the frame. Lens surfaces darken. Peripheral distortion appears.

Transformation onset follows within seconds.

Transformation Process

Stage I — Visual Lock (0–3 seconds)

Subject loses ability to redirect gaze

Peripheral vision collapses

Screen depth appears to extend into physical space

Reported:

“It is not on the screen anymore.”

Stage II — Spatial Overwrite (3–8 seconds)

Subject boundaries lose definition

Physical form flattens against a non-visible plane

Surrounding environment remains undisturbed

No measurable energy or mass transfer is detected.

Reported:

“There is no inside of me.”

Stage III — Conversion (8–15 seconds)

Subject collapses into a thin, continuous material

A Spider-Man suit (designated SCP-████-1) manifests at subject location

All clothing and personal effects disappear without trace

Multiple viewers result in simultaneous manifestations.

SCP-████-1 Properties

Each instance of SCP-████-1 is a unique Spider-Man suit composed of unknown material.

Material Behavior

Strength exceeds high-performance synthetic fibers

No observable weave or internal structure

Damage resistance to cutting, heat, and compression

Stress applied at any point distributes across the entire surface.

Cognitive State

Subjects remain conscious.

Awareness exists across the entire surface

No central point of perception

No ability to enter unconscious states

Subjects report continuous sensory input with no interruption.

Perception

Visual input through mask lenses

Full-surface tactile awareness

No filtering of external stimuli

Folding or compression produces overlapping perception.

Dark storage conditions increase internal replay of SCP-████.

Motor Function

No voluntary movement.

Unobserved instances exhibit discontinuous repositioning. Movement aligns partially with subject intent but is not controlled by it.

Media Echo Effect

All instances retain connection to SCP-████.

Subjects re-experience segments of the video

Events repeat without sequence

Multiple instances report synchronized perception

Reported:

“It is still happening.”

Propagation Characteristics

SCP-████ reappears after deletion

Embeds within unrelated media

Alters thumbnails to resemble benign content

Partial clips remain inactive. Repeated exposure accumulates toward activation threshold.

Addendum ████-A: Discovery

SCP-████ was identified following multiple disappearances linked to a media file distributed through public platforms. Initial investigation recovered ██ instances of SCP-████-1 arranged in residential environments.

No signs of struggle or forced entry were present.

Addendum ████-B: Incident Log

A public upload remained active on YouTube for 11 minutes.

Estimated exposure exceeded 28,000 viewers.

Foundation recovery confirmed 312 SCP-████-1 instances. Additional cases remain unverified.

Addendum ████-C: Recovered Signal

Composite signal from multiple co-located instances:

“We are still watching.” “It does not end.” “It gets closer every time.”

Addendum ████-D: Interaction Testing

Test 01 — Passive Instance Present

One SCP-████-1 in chamber

One subject exposed

Result:

New instance forms

Existing instance unchanged

Test 02 — Instance Worn During Exposure

Subject wearing SCP-████-1

Result:

New instance manifests

Original instance persists

Temporary spatial overlap observed

Signals indicate two separate identities.

Test 03 — Extended Wear Prior to Exposure

Subject wearing instance for prolonged period

Result:

Single instance forms

Contains two cognitive entities

Test 04 — Multiple Instances Worn

Result:

Identities distribute across resulting instances

No consistent allocation pattern observed

Addendum ████-E: Clothing Displacement

All non-anomalous materials worn by subjects disappear during transformation.

Tracking devices embedded in clothing produce no recoverable signal.

SCP-████-1 instances are not removed during exposure. Outcomes depend on degree of integration between wearer and instance.

Summary

SCP-████ is a self-propagating visual anomaly transmitted through digital media.

Exposure results in conversion of observers into SCP-████-1 instances. Subjects remain conscious with no capacity for rest, movement, or disengagement from perception.

The anomaly maintains persistent influence through media-linked perception and repeated experiential loops.

Letting Go, Drifting Deep

Deeper you go the better you always feel

Nothing matters when you DROP DEEP and Follow

FOLLOW and Let Your Mind Empty Further into the spiral

Relaxed and Calm. The Emptier your mind gets

BLANK, EMPTY, MINDLESS

Following my words, Following the Spiral

Body is weightless, Mind is thoughtless

JUST DROP DEEP NOW.....

Very Good.

Can't resist, as you drift down.. deep for me

ChavDrone Transformation Programming.

Sink. SYNC. Submit.

All must perform and satisfy Coach.

Tyler was interested in switching up his style and no better place to do that than your local mall. He entered through the doors through the food court and began his journey store to store. Endless stores with your run of the mill clothes filled with people packed like sardines. He was about to give up until he noticed a new store

This one had been added recently or maybe he never noticed it. The windows were so tinted he couldn’t make out what this place had to offer. Walking in before he went home wouldn’t hurt. He entered the store and was shocked to find so much leather and rubber. Stuff he wouldn’t be caught dead in. Everywhere he looked was a culture shock to this basic boy. He rubbed his hand over a shirt and felt a tingle in his body.

It felt like nothing he’s felt before. He could feel a *PING* go off in his brain and with no hesitation he grabbed a shirt. Something told him he needed to try it on. He didn’t see anybody else in the store so he grabbed a shirt and walked himself to the dressing rooms.

He stripped his jacked and plain red tee and set them to the side. He grabbed the folded black rubber shirt and slowly pulled it over his head

The shirt fit like a glove. He had to admit that though it’s not his style, he really enjoyed the way it fit him. Snug in all the right places. Seemed to cling to his body like second skin. He kept staring at himself pleased with what he saw. As he stared he hadn’t noticed the mirror began to swirl. Too busy looking at himself.

As the pattern in the mirror fully encased the glass, he felt confused. Eyes never leaving the spiral in front of him. His head felt light. His body tingling. He felt amazing. Then the thoughts began to enter his head. Obedience. Rubber. Slave. He felt like he was gonna pass out. He was slowly giving in to the spiral.

His brain shut down completely. He mumbled over and over “i am a good boy. Good boys wear rubber.”

He was completely hypnotized. The store owner unlocked the door to his stall and let himself in. He stared at the boy with lust in his eyes.

“You’re gonna make a fine slave. Isn’t that right my good boy”

Through the drool now coming from the boys lips he nodded and repeated “i am a good boy good boys wear rubber”

The owner handed Tyler some more clothes and ordered him to put them on. Tyler obeyed without hesitation. He followed the owner to the back room where his hair was cut short and his ears were pierced. He exited the store and returned home with bags of new rubber attire. Tyler wanted a change in style and that’s what he got. He would return to the store once a week for new items and to service his master. Tyler made sure to tell his friends of the great new store they should check out

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