Palace of the True Rat King

You're not intimidated by these apparent cultists. What are they going to do, anyways? Slowly, more of the bar's patrons turn around to stare at you. This is getting a bit creepy. The bartender climbs over the bar and begins to stalk towards you. You put up your paws and settle into a fighting stance.

He throws the first punch. You dodge and sock him right in the snout. You don't punch very hard, but he immediately goes out cold. You prepare to fight a pair of guinea pigs running towards you.

Before they reach you, you hear a CRACK and feel a sudden blunt pain in the back of your head. You fall to the ground and see a rat with burning fervor in her eyes holding a broken chair standing above you. You begin fading in and out of consciousness.

You see the floor move by as the mouse drags you into the back room of the bar.

You hear voices chattering but can't make much out.

"...we've got another..."

"...an offering..."

"assimilate..."

You feel paws pick up your tail, then feel a strange, cold sensation. Suddenly, your world expands.

You can see through hundreds of eyes. You feel the nerves of hundreds of bodies, tangled together by their tails. Many voices thunder in unison in your mind.

"WE ARE THE RAT KING. YOU ARE ONE OF US."

You are one of them. Isn't that wonderful? To be part of such an incredible being.

It's time to give in. Your personality isn't necessary, not anymore. 

Goodbye.