Scully's got three fingers buried in some alien goo and Mulder's nowhere to be found. Typical Tuesday at the FBI. This thing opens with a redhead who's definitely not Gillian Anderson getting her government issued panties in a twist over a case file, and within three clicks she's bent over a desk getting probed by something that's definitely not in the standard field agent manual. The whole setup is so aggressively low effort it circles back around to charming, like finding a dirty comic someone drew in detention.

The character models have that particular jank where tits seem to operate on different physics than the rest of the body. Charlie, the Mulder stand in, has the facial expressions of a man who's simultaneously constipated and aroused, which honestly tracks for the source material. There's this one scene where the alien, Alie I guess they're calling her, does something with her tongue that made me genuinely wonder about the anatomy research process. Or lack thereof. The anal scene comes out of absolutely nowhere, no buildup, just suddenly we're doing that now. The cumshot animation looks like someone sneezed while holding a white paint sample from Home Depot.

The fingering mechanics, if you can call them that, involve clicking and dragging in ways that feel more like you're trying to unfreeze a Windows 95 computer than anything erotic. But here's the thing. I kept clicking. The oral scene has this weirdly hypnotic quality where the loop is just slightly off beat, like a gif that loads wrong but you can't stop watching. It's not good. I'm not saying it's good. But I'm also not saying I didn't finish it. The parody elements are paper thin, basically just name drops and a badge that says FBI if you squint. No conspiracy, no smoking man, just tits and tentacles and whatever the hell that redhead is doing with her tongue.