Chris will step out of the prison yard, rain clouds and ominous weather in the distance with inconsistent rain drops speck his dandruff-covered scalp. Chris openly wonders "Now what?" reaching for his smart phone and realizing he needs to have it reactivated with a new plan. Just then, a van appears on the side of the road, side door flies open with a billow of smoke, two men in black suits in the front of the van with one driving and overweight cosplayers pile over each other in the back.
"Get in!"
The cosplayers grab Chris and pull him inside before he could contemplate. The 2nd man in black whispers something into his jacket before giving his partner a nod.
"H-H-hey! What's going on?"
Chris speaks in a weasily but slightly more adult tone after his years in jail. The 2nd man in black opens a brief case and takes out an unknown device beaming with light. He shows Chris this yet-unnamed device while the cosplayers sheepishly look away. Chris looks in with autistic curiosity and immediately blacks out as the words "All according to plan." Echo in the remnants of his sanity.
A day has passed. The rain has gone. Brighter weather is upon us. The sun glares from a window at Chris' eyes as he lays down on a fancy bed. He awakens to discover he's back in his trademark outfit made famous by countless memes: faded blue jeans, a clown shirt, glasses held together with Crayola model magic, and a bedsheet bedecked in the image of his most famous creation.
At that moment, several sterotypical Gray aliens stormed the room, anxious to play with their new pet. Chris lays back in recline, anxious to be raped and butches the line from Otokun from Metal Gear Solid "T-t-t-his is just like in anime!" As the gray alien menace drool upon his clown costume in retarded lust. There will be no existential ponder. There will be no saviors. There will be only rape.
"RAPERAPERAPEPRAPERAPERAPE!"
Chants the gray aliens as they go to town on Chris. Splitting his dirty butthole wide enough for a galaxy armada. Every orifice especially nasal passages are horribly violated in alien rape ecstasy. And on and on it goes for 9 months straight.
After the onslaught has finished. Chris' extraterristial rapists lay before him in a deflated state. Empty. All vital fluids have been sapped to beyond 100%. Chris clutches a bed sheet to cover himself and limps away. The bright neon light begins to dim. The floor has a strong bleach odor with a yet unknown fluid glides around, manipulated by Chris' movement.
His throat is so soar from unrelenting alien rape that Chris can meekly call out for help. He opens the door and finds himself back on Branchland Court. The house stands with an open awaiting door. Chris hurries inside and upon clearing the threshold breaks down and cries. He's so happy to see the shit & piss stained rugs and endless clutter.
"My tummy hurts!"
Chris holds his swollen belly. Unaware of his lesbian male pregnancy. He screams an inhuman whale before laying on his back in shock & horror atop the stained carpet. Chris goes into labor and gives birth to an Alien Baby monstrosity in a scene eerily echoing the full grown man birth from Xtro. The horrible abomination floats out and Chris sighs in relief once more before passing out.
Time passes and there's a knock at the door. It's the town constable and mayor demanding to see Chris. "Are you the mother of this THING!?"
The constable shows Chris a live video of his alien baby going on to devastate New York City.
"WE MUST BURN IT!" Angry villagers appear, holding nooses, improvised torches, and wearing MAGA hats. The villagers reason that they must destroy the mother of the abomination before it comes for them. Chris cries and runs away. Knocking over the clutter to thwart his pursuers. He runs naked down the streets as the villagers grab their pitchforks.
That's what is going to happen once he gets out.
