Love The New You ( A short story)

"Wow! This is nice. They've got one of those fancy open-air sections in the building with grass, a pond, and some fish. Maybe now I get the hype as to why all my friends are raving about this new face treatment, I just can't remember the name." A flawless woman in a pink uniform approached. "Hello, Mr. Echeagaray, would you like complementary lemon water?" "Sure, I would love some," I replied, my eyes darting around. There was no way I could afford this place. There were marble floors, original art on every wall—and this one actually moved! I took a sip. "Mmm, this is really good." "Glad you like it," she said with a practiced, radiant smile. "Now, you're here because of the acid wash." "The what now?" "Hahaha, no, sweetheart, it's not that type of acid. It's the healing kind. It just strips your skin anew." "Umm, is that the one everyone is claiming changed their life? Because my friends got it, and they're so much more confident and different now. Lisha even got a raise after." "It's phenomenal stuff. You'll really love your new self." "Does it come with a new spine? Because their posture is all stiff." "Mmm, that must be something else they did, but I can't discuss patient details." "Okay, well, I'm ready for that acid wash." "Yes, correct. The technical term is Lava Geminae Acidoso." As we walked, I noted all the expensive art. They all had the same slogan underneath: Love Your New You. I wondered what that was all about. I figured I'd be the same, just with less rosacea. "Wow, what is that?" I pointed to a massive device. "That's a 3D face scanner." It had so many cameras, and it was pink. Everything is pink. "Haha, we do love the color pink," she replied. "Go ahead and have a seat, line up your eyes with the green laser, and close them. I'll start scanning your face." Fuck, that was bright! But it was cool to see my face in 3D space, kind of off-looking. It was me, but it wasn't. It was the eyes—it was missing the eyes. But that’s kind of how my friends came back looking. Wait. "How much did you say this was?" I asked, suddenly uneasy. "Oh, it's two hundred fifty for one session." "And you guys can afford all this with only $250 per session? How many sessions do people do?" "Only one. It's that effective. You'll love your new you." Why does she have that creep smile? Is it me, or are her lips really big? Almost like a cartoon character. "Sir, sir." "Ah, yes." "Follow me." Another room? Fuck, this is a maze. "Have a seat. The Doctor will be with you shortly." Did she just lock the door? Well, this is getting weird, and it's not just the twelve pink Nutcracker statues in the room, or the mirror saying "Happy New Body". And all the pink! So much fucking pink! And what’s that smell? It has to be one of these three hundred candles. Wait, they're all fake. Then where is this smell coming from? It's kind of making me lightheaded. What is that in the corner? That's some sort of oxygen tank. It's hissing. "Mr. Echeagaray, hi. I'm Dr. Welts." "Have a seat." My eyes are getting heavy. Can I even make it to the chair? The pink is fading. All I see is black. "Good morning, Mr. Echeagaray." "Huh? Where am I? Why am I strapped down?" A chilling voice responded, "You ready to meet the new you?" "What?" Holy shit! That's the shitty scan walking towards me! What's wrong with the eyes? it's like it's missing its soul "Wait Did you fucking clone me? What purpose does that serve you?" "That's not for you to know, but thank you for donating your body to our organization." "Wait, what? You're crazy! What the fuck, no!" Dr. Welts barked an order: "Put him under!" "Nooooooooooooo!"