Make -A- Homophobe [Chapter 1]

This will be a 2-parter, available to all Patrons at the $1-tier and above! Chapter 2 will be posted by the end of the weekend. 

Synopsis: A horror scenario. You are held captive alongside your straight best friend, an LGBT ally of yours. Imagine watching in horror as an evil black gas transforms friends alike into degenerated homophobes. Never violent, but crushing in every sense.

The phrase ‘waking up with a headache,’ wouldn’t come close to describing the discomfort Alan was feeling after waking up on a cold cement floor chained to a wall. It took a few minutes in order to get his bearings.

“Ricky is that you?” Alan saw his best friend of many years curled up on the floor, also chained. Alan rushed over to him.

“Ricky, I don’t know how this happened!” Thankfully, Alan saw Ricky stir awake now. 

Eventually the grogginess wore off and both young men were able to sit up and focus inside their locked jail cell.

“A-Alan, h-how did we get here?” Ricky was able to rub his eyes and wake up, but he was very disoriented. Both searched their memories now…

Alan and Ricky ended up piecing together their recollection of the night prior. Both remember being stung in the back of the neck with something but these many fragments of memories were just that… fragments. 

“Ricky, I think they knocked us out with something… I have no clue where we are now!” Alan admitted. 

A sudden slam from a heavy door broke the peace. Distant whispers from out of sight alerted both Ricky and Alan to other potential people nearby, perhaps fellow prisoners in the next cell over. It appeared they were being held in an underground prison of sorts. Both guys had just enough time to scout to the left and right for clues before a masked man came down the stairs carrying a large spray bottle with a huge reservoir attachment connected to it.

Any and all whispers ceased to exist as the man’s keys jingled free. “How’s your buddy doing?” The man barked over at the other prisoner cell, adding in a laugh at the end of his question. 

Alan and Ricky could only eavesdrop on the conversation from out of sight, grateful they weren’t the ones bearing the brunt of his attention…

“What did you do to him? He’s been forgetting things each time he’s woken up!” The smaller, softer voice spoke up in defiance of the man as he seemed to make his line of questioning. 

The man didn’t waste time in his response… “Yea boy, that’s him forgetting you. You aren’t going to be an equal to him anymore…” He added, “…I’m just helping him remember how a fag like you is supposed to be treated these days.” 

Again, the small voice fought back… “You can’t do this! He’s my best friend, you can’t change that… …Tim wake up! Wake up!” 

The masked man seemed to grow exhausted. “You can’t wake him up, his brain is settling into a new mindset – almost finished.”

Alan and Ricky knew none of what had been going on inside the cell next to theirs. They were scared all on their own, they certainly realized that much. 

Out of sight, they heard the man laugh some more before hearing his boots clank and clack on over their way, now seeing him stomp over to a free space in front of their cell. 

“My two newest… Welcome.” The man introduced. 

“Allow me to bring you up to speed...” The man’s breathing was labored as he spoke. He was obviously being weighed down by the equipment he was holding. 

Before the unnamed man could explain there was a rather loud conversation taking place just feet away… 

“Fag! Get away from me!” The voice belonged to Tim. Alan and Ricky looked at each other confused about why there was a need for such aggression from a fellow prisoner. 

As the jail cell exchange went on between the apparent pair of friends, the masked man looked over briefly and chuckled some before returning his attention to the two freshly imprisoned boys in front of him now. “Sorry about the commotion over there… Those guys used to be best of buds, now not so much.” 

At that, the man opened the cage belonging to Alan and Ricky and stepped in. “Get up, both of you.” Indeed, both boys picked themselves up quickly. The man walked over to the smaller of the two, Alan…

“You’re the gay one?”

Alan hesitated, then nodded yes. 

The man then turned to Ricky, who stood tall and defiant now. “You really care about your friend Alan over there, don’t you?”

Alan was paying close attention to the conversation and looked their way now. Ricky answered honestly, looking briefly to his friend Alan before answering…

“Yes, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for him.” The two made eye contact as they enjoyed a millisecond of happiness within the chaos. 

Now the man took hold of his spray nozzle. He lifted the huge reservoir with his left arm and held the nozzle with his right hand. “Well you two have fun down here. I’ll be administering the first dose to your pal Ricky now…”

Alan spoke up… “First dose of… what?” … “What is that?”

The man answered without pause… “Homophobe spray, you queer.” 

Shock filled Alan’s now-wide eyes. “…What?” 

The man continued to explain himself, thankfully lowering the nozzle for a second… “I take issue with all these straight men befriending homosexuals….”

They both listened to the man… Ricky, right alongside Alan, had a look of horror on their face. Ricky looked right at the spray nozzle, fearing the contents now more than ever. 

“The world has done you an injustice. Don’t fight the spray young man. When it’s through you’ll be fixed.” The man came within inches of Ricky’s face, now raising his spray once more.

In rapid succession the man began pumping the spray machine to build pressure inside the chamber. Alan feared for his friend’s well being and the two made brief eye contact now. 

*SPRAY*

“Aw f----!” Ricky shouted. The black mist completely enveloped his head. Ricky ended up jerking his head back and forth in order to create some flow to breath. 

Alan looked in horror just feet away as the man looked his way and smiled. He set his machine down and looked at Alan. 

Looking at Alan now, the man paused, admitting, “Nah just kidding. We’ll let the first dose work its magic. You can’t rush perfection.” He disarmed his device and left the cell, leaving Ricky in one hell of a coughing fit. 

On his way over to the staircase out, the man was interrupted by the grumblings of Tim, a newly transformed homophobe…

“Dude, you gotta let me out of here. I don’t belong locked in here with this freak!” Tim made his case. After another pause, the man’s keys jingled and he appeared to allow Tim to walk free. Tim’s smaller gay friend was still trapped, and he too spoke up now…

“Tim, you have to remember! Don’t leave me here! It’s me, Ryan, remember? I’m your best friend since 3rd grade!” Ryan begged.

Tim merely turned around under the shadow of the large masked man and gave Ryan the finger. “Fuck off faggot, I don’t know how I put up with all your gay shit throughout the years.”

At that, the man left with Tim with him. Remaining now was Ryan all alone in his cell, and Alan with Ricky in the other.

Alan quickly moved closer to assist Ricky in his coughing fit. “You’re okay, you’ll be fine. He didn’t do anything to you,” Alan offered as reassurance. 

Ricky closed his eyes from the unpleasant stimulation. As the chaos passed and Ricky came-to he did his best to calm down… “I think I’m good. I’m good,” Ricky repeated, to himself and Alan, who was right there providing all the support in the world. 

Ricky then asked, “What was that shit?” 

From the other cell Ryan spoke up… “It’s a homophobic gas that’s going to slowly turn your friend into something he isn’t.” 

Alan and Ricky stood silent awkwardly awaiting the continued explanation that never came. Alan pressed further… “You can’t change that about somebody…” 

Alan shook his head in disbelief and looked to his friend Ricky who was also sure of himself. 

Ricky defended his mind. “Why would I ever want to be homophobe? That’s a waste of energy!” 

Ryan offered only one explanation to the boys. “The spray, it does something to them. It eats away at their patience for openness and it alters their memories somehow.”

Alan and Ricky again looked at each other for confidence. Ricky, having been sprayed moments prior, swallowed heavily now. Alan shouted back to Ricky… “No amount of spray can change you Ricky, trust me!” 

“Okay, Okay,” Ricky relaxed. 

* * *

Alan did not know how much time had passed but when he zoned back in on the situation it felt like half an hour had gone by. When Alan looked to Ricky he was gazing at the cement wall in front of him looking lost. 

“Ricky? You okay?”

“Ricky??” Alan tried again, nudging him now. 

Ricky indeed snapped awake. “Huh? What?” 

Alan began a line of questioning that revolved around Ricky’s physical being. Ricky answered them without struggle and Alan was relieved. Just as Alan was about to relax Ricky spoke up and asked, “Who are you?”

Alan froze, as if to analyze, then looked his friend Ricky straight in the eyes…

“Ricky, it’s me Alan.”

Ricky stared blankly over at Alan. “I’m sorry, I don’t know you.”

Again, Alan sat in shock. He took hold of Ricky’s hand and tried again…

“Ricky, think. We’ve been best friends since the first grade!”

Ricky grew frustrated for the lack of memory recall he was experiencing. “Dude, I don’t know… my brain feels like mush right now.”

Alan took a breath. “Ricky, close your eyes. What do you remember?”

Ricky took a second and replied, “I remember my life, but I don’t remember you man, I’m sorry. You seem nice, but I’m sorry.”

The back-and-forth went on for a while… Alan tried more to get Ricky’s memory jogged but was only able to make tiny progress when everyone heard the door at the top of the stairs open…