David was starting to become paranoid. After seeing what Dr. Gilmore did to that neighborhood David knew he was dealing with someone twisted. If he were caught who knows what strange punishments he'd endure. The worst part, his mind could be altered to accept whatever happens! David's nerves were getting the best of him. He was approaching the downtown of the town and knew a place he could rest.
Only a few blocks away from the town's main avenue there was an antique shop. David remembered the days he'd help the nice couple that owned the place. They were a friendly old couple from Britain that always dreamed of owning an antique shop. Unfortunately for them, they picked a town where eventually a mass experiment would be conducted.
Still, they could have been spared. David knew Dr. Miller wouldn't appreciate him taking a break, but he wasn't one to be that trusted either. David felt like he needed to calm himself before he went on, that was justifiable. Plus, being out in his heels and skirt could attract a few shady characters.
The shop was about to close. The elderly man at the front of the shop was sweeping diligently. He was short, frail, and hunch backed, but swept with the agility of an athlete. It was only til he was completely done that he wiped his forehead and looked up to see David.
David looked timid, frightened even back at the older man. "Mr. Walsh, it's me, David."
"David, young sir! You've come back to Hillsburg!" The shopkeep exclaimed.
"Come, bring it in. Give me a hug for ol' times!"
David quickly stepped forward and took the offer. Hugging the man gave him a huge feeling of relief. "Yeah...I...uh came back. Worst time huh?"
"Oh don't bother yourself with the circumstances. Come inside, come inside. I'll tell the misses to make tea!"
David had a chance to see the man up close. "Boy, he aged a bit." David thought. It was true. Mr. Walsh had new wrinkles and spots that David couldn't remember. Inside, however, everything looked mostly the same. Their decor was what you'd expect out of a mom and pop kind of shop. Dusty old vases, paintings, and sculptures haphazardly were placed around. The lights flickered, there was dust on the tables, and a strange smell lingered.
"How is business going?" David said as he guided through the cluttered aisles of the store.
"Eh, we still have it. That's good news right? People just don't like the classic things anymore huh? All about this newfangled technology!"
"Right, funny that you mention that. What do you feel about this whole experiment thing?"
Mr. Walsh stopped in his tracks and looked at David. His squinty beady eyes were focused on David. "I told you to stop fussin' over all that rubbish!"
David felt a little intimidated, despite this being a senior citizen. After that the two became very quiet. Their shop doubled as their home. On the other side of a door in the back was their residence. David loved coming to their cozy home. Mrs. Walsh baked, and would make sweets for him, all while hearing great stories from Mr. Walsh. Stepping inside made him feel like a kid again. They hadn't changed the layout. In their quaint living room Mrs. Walsh was resting on the couch, staring at the TV just across from her.
"Stop staring at that box all day! You'll go blind!" Mr. Walsh told his wife.
"You silly man, I'm already blind!" She replied.
"Well you got me there love! You always know what to say! Hey, Barbara, I got us a guest for the night!"
Barbera immediately sat up on the couch. She reached for her glasses and hastily put them on. "Oh William you know I don't like people coming over...David! Is that you young man?"
"Mrs. Walsh!" David sat on the couch right next to her and gave her a hug.
"Oh it's great to have you back! I'll get something started in the kitchen! I've got some new recipes I wanted to try out!.
Mrs. Walsh scurried to the kitchen, as gleeful as a child. Mr. Walsh sat next to him and took the TV remote. When he changed it to the news the both of them were surprised by the newscaster. The announcer was 45 year old man, who's body did not match in the slightest He had his head perched on the body of an obese black woman, wearing a stained purple TV shirt. He looked exhausted, his huge body was resting on the desk in front of him.
"So...today...some...things happened...at..." The announcer said between strained breaths.
"Oh Christ, they changed the newsman. Wonderful." Mr. Walsh sighed and turned the TV off.
"Wait, so you didnt' tell me what you thought about all this!" David interjected.
"There's nothing to think of it! Thinking about it is a waste! You just gotta let it go David, it's just what it is now, I suppose. I'm gonna put on some tea. That'll calm your nerves!"
Mr. Walsh got up and left the living room to join his wife in the kitchen. Why was he being so skittish about this? David didn't want to persist, but he had to get some kind of information. David took the remote and flipped the TV back on.
"Now...the forecast." The anchor wheezed out.
"Thanks Frank!" Said the weather girl. She was a bubbly young woman wearing a nice sleeveless blue dress. Her nice figured was displayed well.
"The forecast for today looks like-" Suddenly, the feed went out, and back on in a matter of seconds. There was an alteration to the newscast once more. This time the weathergirl. Her head now sat on the body of a chiseled male porn star. She had abs, tattoos, and a monster sized cock she started stroking. "-a 90% chance of me cuming on your face you dirty whore!" David was disgusted and shocked. It took him a few moments to realize what had happened. The weather girl was still beating off her new dick while the screen behind her continued displaying the week's weather.
He shut off the TV and sat on the couch for a few minutes just processing everything. He had almost drifted off to sleep if it wasn't for...
