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[patheticvillain]

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This is bullshit.

["This" being the black, silky ears he's sprouted in the wake of the flood. His long tail, equally black and twitching with irritation, pokes out from under his blanket, where he's curled up and sulking. The camera's at a skewed angle, balanced on the edge of his pillow.]

I just woke up like this. I didn't even do it. If it's gonna happen, I want to at least be the one to do it. I want . . .

[He trails off, his eyes distant and dull. When they snap back into focus, he sits up slowly, blankets falling around him, and narrows his eyes.]

It's supposed to hurt.

[And then he begins to change: skin rippling, body changing, limbs twisting. He grows a third arm, and then a fourth, the new ones vestigial, skinless, ugly. Growths emerge across his face, limning his high cheekbones. He curls up in the fetal position; you can hear bones crack, shift, curl, and break. All the while he's crying out in a dog's whine, an ugly helpless yet somehow angry noise. The blankets tangle around his shifting feet as they grow bark and tentacles and recede into stubs.]

[Eventually, endlessly, he is still. The ears and tail have gone completely.]

Comments

[mistconduct]

Well, I hunted down you, first. You're not exactly double-chocolate.

[patheticvillain]

I feel like that should hurt my feelings.

When I can walk again, I'll. I don't know. Go get you some ice cream.

[mistconduct]

At least you don't have two dicks right now.

[patheticvillain]

Why do you have two dicks?

[mistconduct]

The same reason you had a tail. Fucking Barge.

[patheticvillain]

I mean, I can fix it if you want.

[mistconduct]

You probably need to rest first. Also it's weird as fuck to look at. You know when you go to piss and it comes out in two different streams? Imagine that but twice as much.

[patheticvillain]

. . . I don't think I want to imagine that.

[mistconduct]

Too bad. You're imagining it right now.

[patheticvillain]

Fuck you.

[mistconduct]

That's what I like to hear.

[patheticvillain]

I can fix your weird dick if you'll stop talking about it.

[mistconduct]

Perform your lay on hands spell, Magic Dancer.

[patheticvillain]

[He reaches out and grabs Chris's hand again. Squeezing it tightly, he closes his eyes and focuses on arguably the weirdest bit of transformation work he's ever had to do.]

[mistconduct]

[Chris squirms, giving an involuntary shiver as he feels his body change]

F-fuck, man..

[patheticvillain]

Sorry--

[--is all he has time to get out before his own body starts to change, spikes twisting out of the back of his neck as he curls into the fetal position.]

[mistconduct]

[Chris cringes, but hugs on tight to Cassel's hand, muttering a few encouraging words]

C'mon. C'mon, you can get through this.

[patheticvillain]

[It takes a few minutes of writhing and twisting and changing, but eventually Cassel is himself again, panting and pale and out of breath, but himself. He leans his head against Chris's knee and says nothing, just stares at the blankets, exhausted and feeling helpless and small.]

[mistconduct]

[Chris wraps his arm around Cassel's body, relaxing now that he feels normal again, but feeling a bit guilty Cassel was so affected by it. He squeezes the other's shoulder.]


...thanks.

[patheticvillain]

[He leans into Chris's body, heavy and still sweaty with exertion. He's glad enough for a moment for Chris's presence that positivity breaks through the Sha fog and lets him smile.]

Always, you know?

[mistconduct]

Yeah. Yeah, definitely.

Fuck.

We gotta figure out our future one of these days.

[patheticvillain]

What d'you mean?

[mistconduct]

I mean what's gonna happen to us after the Barge? Where are we gonna live, what are we gonna do. Our future. Shit like that.

[patheticvillain]

You wanna think about that right now?

[mistconduct]

..I dunno. Maybe not now, but eventually, right?