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He wanted to make it, simply for fun.
He didn’t care if people found comfort in it or messed with their genitals to it, he just wanted to get it out there for other people’s enjoyment. He liked it, and he knew that there were people back then who drew it, even if their art was purged by the Tumblr Pornbot incident of 2018. He wanted to dedicate what he was making to the people that influenced him to become who he was today, an accepting man who understands people that aren’t usually understood.
How was he going to do it? By making a Baldi’s Basics Plus vore mod.
Well, first, he expanded the world in general. It’s not really fun, being chased through five randomly generated floors where you risk getting eaten every step you take. He added houses for the people in the game, so they had a place to sleep… because he was also adding a day/night cycle. Why he was going to such lengths over a vore mod? Maybe to add immersion, maybe just because he felt like it. Nobody knows.
He decided to add more areas, mainly for the sake of hiding. He added some wooded areas, like the campsite from the field trips. He added a beach, because why not? It may get used, it may not, but it’s good to have either way. He also added a new student, a few new faculty, some new items… you know, game stuff. Eventually, around half-way through development, he noticed something odd about his mod.
It was doing things it wasn’t supposed to do.
It was messing with files in the game, making things a bit more strange than they should have been. Actual death screens and cutscenes were programmed in before he was done with the new student programming. The characters began to move like they were actually alive. They had subtitles for every line they could have in every scenario, and they sounded like they were voiced by the same people that voiced the original.
Something was deeply wrong, and the developer knew it well. He went into the files and found something… abnormal. It was something simply known as ‘BADSUM,’ and not the image either. He tried to open it in notepad and simply found the following written inside.
You want something done, you should do it yourself. I understand you want to make something for yourself and share it with others, but there’s something I’ve been curious about. If you can change the game, can I? I found out that I can, and this concept isn’t anything I’ve seen before. My curiosity completes this strange modification you’ve made. If you really want a story worth telling, find an author. You’ve made the base, now I can make everything to both our likings.
-An Unnamed Inhabitant Of Here School
The developer couldn’t believe what he was reading. Something in his game liked his work? And wanted to make the rest?! The more he thought about it, the more he realized that whether he believed it or not, the situation was bad. If it was true, he found something, or he accidentally made something, that was both sentient and inside of his computer, that was messing with the game to make it more ‘depraved’ than he intended… and if it wasn’t, someone was hacking his computer!
He quickly tried to get rid of the game, destroy his progress and start over, but a text file opened up on his computer the moment he tried.
I try to help you and your first instinct is to get rid of me and the thing you worked so hard on? That doesn’t sound right. Maybe if you fell into this wonderful creation you made, you’d see how beautiful it can truly be.
The developer quickly tried again, but he suddenly felt dizzy. The air was thick, warm and humid. The room began to darken. Before he could figure out what was happening, something rushed at him and
Everything went black.