A tall young lady with short red hair (her long sideburns and bangs braided into a heart on top), brown skin and powder purple eyes approaches the door to the church, skipping along as she does so. She is wearing a purple dress with red frilled lace around the neck, skirt and cuffs. She wears long, red and purple striped stockings under her old-fashioned, black Quaker shoes. Perched atop her head at the moment is her yellow, heart-shaped sunglasses. She jumps to a stop, looking around once, before giggling and knocking thrice.
The massive door is slowly pulled open by a young woman wearing a pink suit. It's not Lucille, just some random R053.
"Hello! Welcome to the church!" she says with a smile, opening the door wider, "Come on in!"
"Damn straight!", Strawberry says, skipping through the door. The woman closes the door behind her. The room seems to be a waiting room with several comfy chairs, a TV, some plants, and a desk that the woman goes to sit behind, ushering you to approach the desk. The walls of the room are a dull pink, turning a checkered tile pattern a few feet before the floor.
There's soft vaporwave music playing as the woman looks to Strawberry, "How may I help you today? Are you looking to join the church or to simply seek shelter from the apocalypse?"
She starts dancing to the music. "I'm seeking an audience with your goddess bitch, Lucy or what-ever-the-fuck you call her. She seems fuckin' awesome... What a gorgeous-ass presence... Damn..."
The lady nods, "Allllllright, I will be sure to let her know!" She swivels her chair to face a door beside one of the chairs, "Head down that hall and take a look around, she'll be with you soon," she returns to typing on her computer.
"Fuckin'-ay!", Strawberry says, getting way too into the music, and practically breakdancing down the hall. The hall feels very empty. No music can be heard in the hallway, just the squeaking of Strawberry's shoes. There's a few doors on each side of the hall, and the hallway seems pretty long. Dark as well. There's an open room on the side before the last door at the end of the hall.
Strawberry stops moving... Stops breathing... Her expression turns cold. Strawberry's left arm elongates until it separates from her being, plopping to the ground with a wet thunk. It then slithers like a snake toward the door. When it arrives, the hand opens, and eyes emerge from each fingertip. The shoulder portion of her slithering arm opens up, and ten long, metallic legs emerge, just in case it needs to make a speedy escape.
The door opens as the arm touches it. It swings open slightly and there's light on the other side. Some sounds as well!
The arm slowly slithers into the room. It appears to be a school hallway? Looks like it. There's two doors on each side of this hall, which turns left at the end. There's music coming from each room, bright lights as well. It smells like cotton candy and sin. The wrist detaches from the arm and the hand with eyes scuttles toward one door. An eyeball emerges from where the hand once was on the arm, and the arm slithers toward the other door.
"Fucking rad.", Strawberry says, as this happens. Both are full of people with very colorful styles partying and dancing to loud breakcore music, drinking girly drinks, smoking weed, ascending beyond the point of needing a physical form and being everywhere at once, y'know just fun stuff
"Damnnnnnn!", says Strawberry. The hand and arm approach the people.
One of them leans down and tries to pick the hand up, "Guys look at this fuckin dog I found lmao" The hand leaps on to the person's hand, and attaches using hundreds of needles that emerge from the palm. It releases a chemical compound designed to make you think this is the greatest thing ever. It quickly fills your bloodstream with probes, to scan for the location of Lucille.
(If the same thing happens to the arm, it merely raises up and starts to party)
"Holy fucking shit dude this dog's like a bee or something," the person laughs. They have no idea where Lucille is, but the most likely place is the main worship room, down the hall. The location is downloaded and the probes return. The hand detaches and scuttles away.
"Ayo-motherfucker!", a delighted Strawberry giggles. The worship room is most likely around the bend of the hall The hand returns to the arm and re-attaches. The long legs hanging out of the arm springs into action, as the arm races back to Strawberry. It attaches, and she breathes. She smiles, as her face lights back up. She gleefully skips toward the location specified.
She ignores all of the party goers, pushing them out of her way forcefully while laughing and calling them all "cunt-patties" or "shit-lickers" as she goes.
The main worship room of the church has had its pews replaced with soft, fluffy sofas, and its walls are painted a pastel pink. The statues are painted over with various bright colors, and the one of the virgin Mary is wearing a respirator similar to Pluvio's. There's a few people in the room, as well as Lucille, sitting on a table near one of the statues and drinking cotton candy faygo while scrolling tiktok. Strawberry slowly approaches, getting nervous now... Her face blushes.
Lucille looks up at her. "Hi, you the person who wanted to meet me or something?"
"SHIT FUCK, FUCK SHIT SHIT FUCK FUCK! HOW THE HELL ARE YOU GODDESS, YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL AS FUCKING SHIT BALLS MY FUCKING DAMN!" Strawberry then lifts her shirt and says, "FUCK FUCK SHIT FUCK FUCKING FUCK SHIT!", as a 40 inch LED flatscreen slowly emerges from her bellybutton.
Lucille blinks. "That isn't nearly the strangest compliment I've ever gotten but of all the times I've been flashed this is easily the strangest."
The screen is now fully emerged. It displays hundreds of smiling faces. Strawberry rips the TV from her abdomen and tosses it aside. "So... um... Goddess... Do you ever get lonely... because I want to help you out... Could I um... Have some um... R053 to help spread the lOvE?" She gasps, having been too straightforward. She bows. "My fucking apologies, my bad bitch fucking Goddess."
"I mean, I never really get lonely but uhhh. Yes please help me out! Here's some R053, please Spread the Love!!!" Lucille smiles and snaps, as a five gallon bucket full of R053 pills appears on the floor in front of Strawberry in a flash of blue distortion
"Fuckin'-ay!", she screams. "You're so damn cool...shit..." Strawberry then whispers, "Girl boss.", as she grabs the buckets and draws them into pockets on her arms. "That will do. Anything I can do for you while I'm fuckin' up in your crib? I can send you a Powderpuff companion or some shit."
"Uhhhhhhhh I don't think I need anything no," Lucille tilts her head slightly.
"I will remember this. Thank you..." She bows. "Later hoes!", she says in a sing-song voice, skipping away. As she passes the person at the counter, she turns to her, Strawberry's eyes glowing a bright purple. "Thank you for not being a dick. So, can I go or what? Fuckin' doors..."
"Mhm! The big door right there leads out!" She points to the massive doors Strawberry came in through
"It ain't locked or some shit?"
"Nope! Always open!"
"Fuckin'-ay!", Strawberry tips her glasses at the lady, "Later bitch!" She happily skips out, giggling as she goes.