Nakai sat alone in his room. The windows were broken and he got herpes and crabs so he was really itchy. How he dreamed he could have Aoki's sweeet cheeks.
Suddenly, the fantasy left him as someone threw a bag of dog turd through his window and it landed on his nose. He flailed about wildly and cried tears of blood. His honor and dignity, destroyed.
He rolled over and found a noodle stuck to his back. He slurped it down with gusto and looked out the window.
He left the house for the first time in over a month, his armpits stained with indescribable sweat and disgrace. His hair was matted and greasy, like a McDonald's burger. He had grown a beard but it looked like pubes. It was greasy too.
Suddenly, a car hit him, but a cat demon braced him for impact. The engine crumbled against him, and shaped itself against Nakai's body. The driver took the impact and the car exploded into pieces.
"I AM THE NEKO DEMON MUFFINS. I AM HERE TO SERVE YOU MASTER NAKAI MEOW~"
Nakai was stunned. All he could do was gasp. But the bizarre being continued:
"YOU ARE THE WRITER NAKAI? THEN I WILL SERVE YOU. SERVE 2 U!"
All of a sudden, the demon fused with him in a stunning pink flash. Now, Nakai was 6"4', with a 12 pack. His muscles were the size of small children, yet his hands were as delicate and soft as an angel. The hands of a true artist.
He was no longer Nakai.
He is Nakai.