Fuzzface!

You reach up and feel your cheeks. They feel soft and mealy, just like the apples. You gasp and look at your hands - they're squidgy and brown. You clench your right fist and watch, horrified, as it makes a disgusting, slimy noise, and wilts slightly.

Well, you're some kind of rotting peach-thing. What now?

Written by an anonymous author

you decompose rapidly

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