Disappearance: Aiko (author: ptddddd)

It had been a long day of exploration for Aiko, founder of the Great Swamp campsite and the leading visionary behind many of the camp’s features and attractions, such as the tours, the Spa, and the camp garden. In her free time, when she isn’t being a busybody with her work in the camp’s main building, Aiko often takes solitary treks through the Great Swamp, hoping to experience nature and become a part of the land itself (metaphorically, but sometimes literally if she steps into a bottomless bog along the way.) Today was a day when the Asian explorer had gone out on her usual lonesome expeditions, this time having gone into the Central Peat Bogs, a foggy wasteland where the sporadically profound patches of soft, squelching peat would easily extinguish any incautious explorers, just as it almost did for Sandra and Victoria, had Aiko not come to their timely aid. As the towel-clad camp owner walked up to mere inches next to her peat-filled bathtub, she reminisced about how earlier that day, the tub’s architect and her companion were merely minutes away from being smothered in a deep bog, with Aiko herself barely having any time to save them both. After a bit of a talking-to to the two blondes, the Asian woman guided her fellow mud-caked travelers back to camp before parting ways. At this point, you could say that Aiko deserved to have this peaceful, relaxing bath, especially after the extensive conversation that she had as soon as she returned to camp, regarding the supposed disappearance of some of the camp’s guests with her secretary, Miranda. While the disappearances were certainly of utmost seriousness, the short-haired woman was truly exhausted but, out of politeness, nodded along as the long-haired secretary continued her report, vividly remembering the warmth of the shower at the camp’s spa, where the discussion occurred. Lost in her thoughts, Aiko replayed in her memory the details that Miranda had described to her.

The Asian woman tried to recall what Miranda had said afterward, but, with how tired she was, Aiko’s mind kept going blank. The only things she could remember were that Miranda had listed the names of the patrons who were said to have left camp recently and didn’t come back: a tall, ebony woman named Sarah, a fair-skinned, athletic man named Eddie, and Paige, a goth gal with short purple hair. Of the three of them, Eddie and Paige frequently visited the cantina, playing Poker with Ingrid. Sarah, meanwhile, often left the camp by herself, coming back covered head to toe in thick, heavy peat. It was somewhat explainable as to how and why Sarah hadn’t come back, but Eddie and Paige’s disappearances were more of a mystery…

The Asian woman took a deep breath, hoping to clear her mind for just this one moment to herself in her own living space. In an attempt to blot out of her mind any unnecessary intrusive thoughts, Aiko looked down at the bathtub filled with soft, dark, mushy peat, the white-stone edging only as tall as up to her knees. The tub’s depth was unknown to its owner, who explicitly instructed Sandra not to reveal its true depth; either Aiko touches the bottom, or she submerges and has to pull herself out. That being said, it wasn’t out of the cards for the short-haired woman to try and hold her breath as she slowly sank to the tub’s bottom, however deep it may be, but to risk drowning in her own bathtub would be a humiliating feat that would never be lived down. As the young woman unraveled the towel that veiled her bosom, Aiko closed her eyes and imagined herself lost out in the swamp, totally and shamelessly naked, as in her own mind, none would judge her. Standing atop the outer edge of the mud-filled tub, Aiko eagerly took her first step into the seemingly bottomless, goopy mud, to which the muck reciprocated by greedily gobbling up the Asian woman’s slender legs, one after the other. As the camp owner slowly descended into her own bathtub, she painted a vivid picture of her imagined surroundings in her mind: dense fog enveloping the area, loose, unstable moss collapsing around her, and only silence filling the air as there were no creatures to disturb her presence or serve as an audience for her descent. As the naked woman continued to be devoured by the quaking bog, squelching with each playful movement that Aiko had made. By the time her imagined stage was finally set, the Asian was up to her shapely thighs in the unforgiving morass, and she had quite a ways to go before the thick peat had fully enveloped her.

Now up to her shapely, toned butt in the muck, the naked bather giggled in excitement, as she found herself being slid ever deeper into the tub, or, as she imagined it, the merciless, sadistic quicksand that revelled in its victims struggling against it as Aiko playfully wiggled her tush back and forth, knowing that it was all just a fun little daydream.

Opening her eyes to exit her fantasy sink temporarily, Aiko shimmied her hips down into the deep muck that filled her bathtub, keeping her hands on the smooth, ivory walls, as the Asian woman slipped down to her belly button, in which her line tattoo that read ‘Point of no Return’ had finally been crossed. Had this been a real peat bog, Aiko’s life would more or less be over if not for some unforeseen miracle. But she knew that already, especially with how she risked her life to ensure that Sandra and Vicky would live to sink another day. Even then, Aiko wondered if by doing so, she was only delaying the inevitable by saving them today.

She could only help but wonder why Sandra and Vicky were alone in the Central Peat Bogs without Tara accompanying them. However, such thoughts would have to wait, as the camp owner looked down to find that the deep, goopy peat had risen past her ribcage, to which she gleefully closed her eyes once more, returning to her fantasy world in which she was in lethal peril, past the point of no return and no one to rescue her from her inevitable fate of slipping under the soft, bottomless peat. As the Asian woman was now at her ample bosom in the peat-filled tub, still lost in her fantasy of hopelessly slipping away in a hungry bog that yearned for her shapely, alluring body, a strange fog had appeared. However, in Aiko’s make-believe world, she only imagined the fog becoming denser as she pretended to call out into the abyss around her.

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Meanwhile, as Aiko slipped past her peat-coated breasts, bobbing up and down in an attempt to resist the peat’s alluring, irresistible pull, the fog surrounding the bathtub became thicker and thicker, filling up the entire room as it did so. Now down to her shoulders, the naked bather, her eyes still closed tight as she refused to depart from her imaginary world, tugged at the adhesive muck with her broad shoulders, even though at this depth… escape seemed impossible, at least within her fantasy. Unbeknownst to Aiko herself, the fog enshrouding the bathtub was only getting thicker and thicker, to the point where if she opened her eyes at this moment, she wouldn’t be able to see her mud-covered hand in front of her face. It was only when the Asian woman reached her neck that the fog surrounding the mud-bather began to dissipate. At the same time, Aiko refused to escape her little fantasy world, gleefully (and unwittingly) allowing the now very real quicksand to lower her deeper and deeper into its quivering maw, completely under the belief that she was still in her deep, yet safe, peat-filled bathtub.

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As the naked bather, now having become the latest of the disappearance incidents, blissfully enjoyed what she believed was a harmless mud bath, a mysterious, ebony woman watched from afar, the latter’s only real ‘clothing’ being a small, feather earring on her left ear. This naked, dreadlocked woman silently watched as Aiko slid past her chin in the deep slurry, cautiously observing as the Asian woman’s bright, pink lips slipped under the muck, followed by her nose.

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With her means of taking in air cut off, Aiko, having had her sinking fun and decided that it was time to climb out of the tub, attempted to reach toward the edges of her bathtub with her heavy, peat-coated arms, only to be surprised when she found the walls of the tub had all but vanished. Opening her eyes in disbelief, Aiko could only flail helplessly against the grip of the peat bog claiming her, each slap against the relentless mire making a PLAP sound, which resonated throughout her surroundings that matched the fantasy she had indulged in moments prior; dense fog enveloping the area, loose, unstable moss collapsing around her, only silence filling the air as there were no creatures to disturb her presence or serve as an audience for her descent. Tilting her head back to take in at least some of the humid, jungle air, Aiko could all but moan and cry out aimlessly, as time was very quickly running out for her! All the while, her facial expression resembled that of pure horror, as well as the realization that she may very well die here.

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But her panted, frantic cries were but music to her sole audience’s ears, who only found joy in the struggling, the cries, the panic, the fear that her victims emanated as their lives drew closer and closer to their end. As the ebony woman stealthily drew closer to her victim, her soft face grew into a dispassionate, yet gleeful smile, as Aiko struggled futilely to keep her face from sliding under.

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While Aiko tried to raise her heavy, mud-coated arms high in the air, the combined exhaustion from her misadventures earlier that day rendered her too tired to keep them above the surface for long, which led her to lower her arms into the peat once more, stopping at only her wrists. Futile as it was, the Asian woman could only place her life on the impossible hopes that someone, anyone would save her life! But alas, it was only a matter of time, as no one would be able to save her if they tried, before her mind would go blank from the lack of oxygen. That time was rapidly approaching, as Aiko instinctively gasped for what she knew would not be air, letting out the last remaining oxygen in her lungs, which appeared on the surface of the steaming peat as bubbles that slowly popped and danced on the surface, her mud-coated hands slipping under the surface one final time… not even attempting to struggle against her now inevitable fate as the peat bog went still, once more…

The next morning, Miranda, having spent the last three hours awaiting Aiko to arrive at TGS Headquarters for their scheduled meeting, walked in front of the door to the camp owner’s living space. It was unusual for the camp owner to be late for her meetings, so unless Aiko overslept or left for the swamp early in the morning, surely something had to have gone wrong.

No answer. Yet still, the secretary couldn’t give up quite yet! The camp needed the Asian’s leadership to (metaphorically) stay afloat, and thus, her attendance was of utmost importance.

Still, Miranda was reciprocated with silence. Unsure of what to do at this point, the secretary left for the Headquarters once more, unsure of what to say when both guests and the tour guides, question Aiko’s unexplained absence, and rather, what… or who… caused it…