>>519383170 (OP)
In the dismal twilight of this accursed age, where sanity is a forgotten whisper, the new horror called Buc-ee's has opened its maw. From it spills a tide of humanity, twisted and unnervingly joyful.
Behold the first wave: a mountainous woman, flesh straining against cerulean cloth, her limbs defaced by crude glyphs, spectacles magnifying her unsettling eagerness. Beside her, a wisp of a girl, avian-gaunt, her smile a predatory rictus of unnatural glee. A metallic contraption bears another, a formless mass of motorized contentment.
A pale man, his bandana struggling to contain greying hair, offers a vacant, unadulterated American grin, the stare of a soulless automaton. What blasphemy follows? A youth encased in the hideous yellow of a banana, a grotesque jester. A matron, clad in savage beast patterns, her bulk a testament to ravenous appetite. Close behind, a slender youth, his features an enigma, unsettlingly blank. An ancient man, his smile a brittle crack in his aged face, his eyes holding inner torment. Another, a woman with stark, angular features, her own smile a delicate, unsettling bloom.
A hybrid creature, adorned in primal sonic symbols, denim shorts above monstrous, porous foot-shells. Then, a dark-skinned youth, hair a swirling nebula of shadow, face a mask of somber emptiness. Another, bulkier, his cranium misshapen by colossal sonic devices, a testament to the unnatural sounds he consumes. Finally, a scholar of forgotten lore, her form encased in the ridiculous effigy of a buck-toothed river beast, flip-flops slapping a mundane rhythm.
All of them, a tide of smiles, each one a unique distortion, the older, pale-skinned forms varied in their monstrousness. They pour forth from the yawning maw, a testament to the eroding sanity of our species. And the terrible truth whispers: they are all so hideously, hideously happy.