TftW: Automanaic
Disclaimer:
This is 100% fictional and not based on any persons real living or dead. Any similarities are purely coincidentally.
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You're entering another dimension, not only a dimension of sight and sound but of mind, of things and ideas and of monstrous fears come alive - you may not know it, but you are entering a zone known as the Twilight Zone.
Devon was a 30 year old man who was obssessed with cars and loved to show off his own car in photographs even though his car (a 1989 Lexus V4) looked like second grade trash. He loved his car more than anything, even more than his own girlfriend and his brother.
He didn't care about the feelings of anyone he picked on, all he called about was his car.
One night he was in his abode, he was trying to sleep but he couldn't because he kept having recurring nightmares in which his car spoke to him in a sinister sounding voice and most of the time he didn't even know if it was real or if it was just a dream because of how realistic it was. As he tossed and turned in bed, he could hear the sound of tires echoing in his mind and the car's voice.
"Deeeevon!"
"No...not you.."
"Deeevon!"
"Please go away.."
"Don't talk like that to me...i'm your car."
"No....you're not, cars don't talk!"
"But i'm your car. Don't you love me?"
"I must be dreaming. This must be a nightmare. I must wake up!"
"But Devon...I love you...don't you love me?"
"No...no...shut up!"
"Deeeevon...i'm saddened by this. Is there something wrong?"
"Yes...you're a car, you're not supposed to talk."
"But Deeevon, i love you, and I know you love me back. So why don't you love me?"
"Because right now you are creeping me out, please stop."
"I love you, Devon. Don't you love me?"
"Ummmm...."
"I said...do you love me?"
"No..."
"YOU WILL SAY YOU LOVE ME!"
"No, I won't, please stop..."
"Then i'll just have to run you over then."
The rather scrappy looking brown car's headlights turned blood red and spikes sprouted out as it mutated into a grotesque Ratfink styled monstrosity and glared evilly at Devon before chasing him.
Devon started running around the house trying to find as many places as he could to hide from his now possessed car, but the car was able to track him down no matter where he went.
"Please...please...stop."
"Love me.....love me!"
"Please stop this."
"Love me, why won't you love me?"
"Stay away from me! Don't make me dismantle you."
"I only want you to love me like I love you! Now don't be scared..come on, love me!"
"Noo...stop this."
"Looooove me!"
"Please, stop, good car...stop!"
"What's the matter Devon, don't you think I look beautiful?"
"Umm..."
Devon freaked out some more as he traversed through the various rooms of his abode, trying to escape from the car and it's wrath.
He decided to go out and hide at the garage and once he got in there he decided to hide behind a basket of old crates.
"Devon, come out and love me."
"No! I want you to stop this right now."
"I'm afraid I can't do that, Devon."
"Please...stop!"
The car revved up and charged with the speed of a rabid bull, knocking down various obstacles in it's path - and knocking over one of the crates.
This was no ordinary crate, this one contained oil and the oil spoiled itself onto Devon's shirt.
"Come on Devon, love me!"
"No....I won't."
"Love me..."
"Noo!"
He started getting a warm feeling all over which slowly burned up inside him and made him feel like he was on fire, he clutched his stomach in pain.
His hands started swelling, the fingers vanishing as the shape of his hand became larger and rounder and developed a rubbery material on them - contorting and becoming car tires.
"Devon...come on out! You know I won't bite."
"Nooooo...ugh...what's happening?"
"Deeevon!"
He started losing his balance and fell onto all fours, as he did his feet also started shaking and changing.
His feet swelled up as the toes vanished and the shape of his feet became rounder and larger as well, rubbery material forming on them and changing them into tires just like his hands.
"Ugh....what's happening?"
"Deevvooon!"
"Ugh...."
He heard a series of cracking and snapping sounds as his lowerbody began to contort itself, his insides were becoming more mechanical.
A brown paintjob began to spread all across his lower body and up to his back as his legs got sucked in along with his arms, his rear stretching and becoming more like the rear side of a car.
"Deeeevon!"
"Ugh..."
"Devon. Come on out!"
As the brown paintjob spread itself all over his body, his upperbody was next to change as it took on more metalic coating with slightly rusted bits before elongating.
His back elongated and became the boot of a car, leaving him unable to stand up or get up to try and run.
"Wait a minute...wheels? Oh no...i'm turning into.."
"Deeevon!"
"Oh god. I'm turning into a car!"
His body now was fully elongated and was the body of a brown car resembling his own one, but the changes weren't fully over yet. He also was sporting two sets of car doors.
The changes progressed up to his neck and face as the metallic coating formed on them and turned brown with rusted silver bits, his hair falling out only to be replaced with a broken brownish coloured roof.
"Deeevon."
"Noo....this can't be happening. I must be dreaming!"
"Deeevon."
His neck began sinking in as his head changed shape and elongated to go with his new body, his ears disappearing and being replaced with mirrors.
His nose shrank and shrank and continued shrinking until it was absorbed into his more metallic face, which was stretching out along with his eyes turning white and growing larger before becoming headlights.
"Nooo...please, this must be a nightmare. I must wake up!"
"Deeeevon....love me..."
"No....noo....noooo!"
"Devon..."
"Nooooo!"
That was the last thing he had the chance to say before his face pushed out and turned into the grill of a car with his chin and lower-jaw becoming the bumper.
His screams and pleas were silenced and were replaced with the sounds of a car horn beeping and his transformation reached completion, he was now an exact double of his very own car.
"Now that wasn't so hard now, was it?"
Just then a woman with long curly redish hair in a dark green top and jeans walked by the garage to see what was going on, when she noticed the car that was once Devon the 'Auto-Maniac'.
"This is a nice a place. But I don't know about that car though, look at that ratty ol thing. Not even Leno would want that. Oh well."
The woman turned around and saw the other car, and she touched the front of it and smiled.
"Ah, the 1989 Lexus V4. A fine specimen of a car. Too bad it's in such terrible shape, but still...it's nothing I can't fix!"
And with that, she took off with the 1989 Lexus V4 and later retouched it up and added it to her garage, giving it a makeover and a whole new upgrade.
As for Devon, he spent the rest of his life being the exact double of that very same car, and he lived for a good while until he was shipped off to a junkyard and taken apart.
But don't worry, he didn't die though - he managed to get recycled and made into a new Transformers character.
Remember, there are some people that just love their cars so much that they don't care about anything else. And if you are one of those peoples, don't become too attached to it or try to upset it - for you might never know when it might strike back and you might find yourself becoming it's exact double.
This is 100% fictional and not based on any persons real living or dead. Any similarities are purely coincidentally.
-------
You're entering another dimension, not only a dimension of sight and sound but of mind, of things and ideas and of monstrous fears come alive - you may not know it, but you are entering a zone known as the Twilight Zone.
Devon was a 30 year old man who was obssessed with cars and loved to show off his own car in photographs even though his car (a 1989 Lexus V4) looked like second grade trash. He loved his car more than anything, even more than his own girlfriend and his brother.
He didn't care about the feelings of anyone he picked on, all he called about was his car.
One night he was in his abode, he was trying to sleep but he couldn't because he kept having recurring nightmares in which his car spoke to him in a sinister sounding voice and most of the time he didn't even know if it was real or if it was just a dream because of how realistic it was. As he tossed and turned in bed, he could hear the sound of tires echoing in his mind and the car's voice.
"Deeeevon!"
"No...not you.."
"Deeevon!"
"Please go away.."
"Don't talk like that to me...i'm your car."
"No....you're not, cars don't talk!"
"But i'm your car. Don't you love me?"
"I must be dreaming. This must be a nightmare. I must wake up!"
"But Devon...I love you...don't you love me?"
"No...no...shut up!"
"Deeeevon...i'm saddened by this. Is there something wrong?"
"Yes...you're a car, you're not supposed to talk."
"But Deeevon, i love you, and I know you love me back. So why don't you love me?"
"Because right now you are creeping me out, please stop."
"I love you, Devon. Don't you love me?"
"Ummmm...."
"I said...do you love me?"
"No..."
"YOU WILL SAY YOU LOVE ME!"
"No, I won't, please stop..."
"Then i'll just have to run you over then."
The rather scrappy looking brown car's headlights turned blood red and spikes sprouted out as it mutated into a grotesque Ratfink styled monstrosity and glared evilly at Devon before chasing him.
Devon started running around the house trying to find as many places as he could to hide from his now possessed car, but the car was able to track him down no matter where he went.
"Please...please...stop."
"Love me.....love me!"
"Please stop this."
"Love me, why won't you love me?"
"Stay away from me! Don't make me dismantle you."
"I only want you to love me like I love you! Now don't be scared..come on, love me!"
"Noo...stop this."
"Looooove me!"
"Please, stop, good car...stop!"
"What's the matter Devon, don't you think I look beautiful?"
"Umm..."
Devon freaked out some more as he traversed through the various rooms of his abode, trying to escape from the car and it's wrath.
He decided to go out and hide at the garage and once he got in there he decided to hide behind a basket of old crates.
"Devon, come out and love me."
"No! I want you to stop this right now."
"I'm afraid I can't do that, Devon."
"Please...stop!"
The car revved up and charged with the speed of a rabid bull, knocking down various obstacles in it's path - and knocking over one of the crates.
This was no ordinary crate, this one contained oil and the oil spoiled itself onto Devon's shirt.
"Come on Devon, love me!"
"No....I won't."
"Love me..."
"Noo!"
He started getting a warm feeling all over which slowly burned up inside him and made him feel like he was on fire, he clutched his stomach in pain.
His hands started swelling, the fingers vanishing as the shape of his hand became larger and rounder and developed a rubbery material on them - contorting and becoming car tires.
"Devon...come on out! You know I won't bite."
"Nooooo...ugh...what's happening?"
"Deeevon!"
He started losing his balance and fell onto all fours, as he did his feet also started shaking and changing.
His feet swelled up as the toes vanished and the shape of his feet became rounder and larger as well, rubbery material forming on them and changing them into tires just like his hands.
"Ugh....what's happening?"
"Deevvooon!"
"Ugh...."
He heard a series of cracking and snapping sounds as his lowerbody began to contort itself, his insides were becoming more mechanical.
A brown paintjob began to spread all across his lower body and up to his back as his legs got sucked in along with his arms, his rear stretching and becoming more like the rear side of a car.
"Deeeevon!"
"Ugh..."
"Devon. Come on out!"
As the brown paintjob spread itself all over his body, his upperbody was next to change as it took on more metalic coating with slightly rusted bits before elongating.
His back elongated and became the boot of a car, leaving him unable to stand up or get up to try and run.
"Wait a minute...wheels? Oh no...i'm turning into.."
"Deeevon!"
"Oh god. I'm turning into a car!"
His body now was fully elongated and was the body of a brown car resembling his own one, but the changes weren't fully over yet. He also was sporting two sets of car doors.
The changes progressed up to his neck and face as the metallic coating formed on them and turned brown with rusted silver bits, his hair falling out only to be replaced with a broken brownish coloured roof.
"Deeevon."
"Noo....this can't be happening. I must be dreaming!"
"Deeevon."
His neck began sinking in as his head changed shape and elongated to go with his new body, his ears disappearing and being replaced with mirrors.
His nose shrank and shrank and continued shrinking until it was absorbed into his more metallic face, which was stretching out along with his eyes turning white and growing larger before becoming headlights.
"Nooo...please, this must be a nightmare. I must wake up!"
"Deeeevon....love me..."
"No....noo....noooo!"
"Devon..."
"Nooooo!"
That was the last thing he had the chance to say before his face pushed out and turned into the grill of a car with his chin and lower-jaw becoming the bumper.
His screams and pleas were silenced and were replaced with the sounds of a car horn beeping and his transformation reached completion, he was now an exact double of his very own car.
"Now that wasn't so hard now, was it?"
Just then a woman with long curly redish hair in a dark green top and jeans walked by the garage to see what was going on, when she noticed the car that was once Devon the 'Auto-Maniac'.
"This is a nice a place. But I don't know about that car though, look at that ratty ol thing. Not even Leno would want that. Oh well."
The woman turned around and saw the other car, and she touched the front of it and smiled.
"Ah, the 1989 Lexus V4. A fine specimen of a car. Too bad it's in such terrible shape, but still...it's nothing I can't fix!"
And with that, she took off with the 1989 Lexus V4 and later retouched it up and added it to her garage, giving it a makeover and a whole new upgrade.
As for Devon, he spent the rest of his life being the exact double of that very same car, and he lived for a good while until he was shipped off to a junkyard and taken apart.
But don't worry, he didn't die though - he managed to get recycled and made into a new Transformers character.
Remember, there are some people that just love their cars so much that they don't care about anything else. And if you are one of those peoples, don't become too attached to it or try to upset it - for you might never know when it might strike back and you might find yourself becoming it's exact double.
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