Birth Of Chris Walken

Birth of Chris Walken

Disclaimer:
This is a mostly fictional story involving hypnosis and is told from the point of view of my character,   it is not to be taken seriously.   Please do not steal it or copypaste it for the sake of mocking it.   I am by no means a real Walken,  if you think that this is real -  then you need your head checked.

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Have you ever wondered what it feels like to actually become someone or something else?  I have and for the longest time,   I thought it was impossible.   But then I realize that nothing truly is impossible.

Since late 2012 I had always been a Christopher Walken fan,   I found him to be a very fascinating actor with a hypnotic and mesmerizing presence.    Last week I decided to have myself a mini Walken marathon on TV.   Starting with The Prophecy trilogy,  then Balls Of Fury,  Hairspray,  Sleepy Hollow,   Seven Psychopaths and Wedding Crashers.

As I sat there watching said marathon I was wondering to myself what being Walken would actually feel like and be like,   I started to imagine in my head what it would be like.  In my mind a mini reenactment of the infamous Fatboy Slim video was playing.

“I wonder what being Christopher Walken must feel like.  It must be wonderful.”

I was so busy imagining what it feels like to be Walken,  that I didn’t notice Jon materialize right over by my Sleepy Hollow poster.   He was dressed in his signature black shirt and blue jeans, with a pair of green gloves and shoes that looked like those of a reptilian monster.

“Hello,  Nathan...what are you doing?”

“Oh!  I didn’t see you there,  Jon.  I was just imagining how it feels to be Christopher Walken.”

“You don’t need to imagine it.   Especially when you can live it every single night.”

“I can?”

“Why yes.   You can be Walken all you like.”

“But how?”

“Like this.  Look into my eyes…”

I was hesitant but then I obliged as I looked into Jon’s eyes and as I did,  I was falling into a trance.   A trance I couldn’t help but enjoy.   I moaned slightly as I fell into the trance, completely forgetting the world around me in the process.

“Yes,  master.”

“That’s it.  Now,   I am going to make your wish come true.   For the longest time,  you have dreamed of being Walken...and now it shall happen.”

“You mean?”

“Yes...you will get to become Walken.   You shall have Walken bestowed upon you.  You will be one with your inner Walken.”

“I will?”

“Of course you will.   After all,  you will be Walken.”

“Me?  Become Christopher Walken?”

“Yes...you will.   And more than that,  you will be my very own Walken.  And you’ll be able to make other people into Walkens too.”

“Ooh!  I love that idea!”

“Of course you do….you love it a lot.   And you will love being Walken.”

“Do I get to always be your Walken?”

“Why of course.”

“Oh,  that is so wonderful!”

“Of course it is.   I will condition you into becoming the Walken you’ve always wanted to be.   I will transform you,  and make you just like Walken himself.”

“Oooh...mmm….nice.”

“You must acknowledge that I am and will always be your master and you must only obey me and no one else..is that understood?”

“Aaarrrgh...yes, master.   You are my master and I obey only you.”

“Now,  when I say the trigger word.  You will become Chris.”

“What is the trigger word,  master?”

“Cowbell.”

I moaned a few more times as I let that trigger word sink in,  something about that word seemed really familar to me as if I had heard it before.  I kneeled before my master,  moaning slightly begging to be transformed and conditioned.

That is when my transformation began to take place,  as a series of ripping and tearing sounds were coming from my clothes specifically my jeans which peeled and tore away only to replaced with an elegant pair of grey trousers,  my old belt peeled off in the process to be replaced with a lovely dark grey belt.

My legs slowly elongated and stretched,  becoming longer and thinner as my shoes and socks morphed into a pair of black dress shoes that could easily be turned into a pair of Hessian styled boots.   The skintone on my legs grew paler and paler as my legs now resembled those of Christopher Walken.  

“Ooowrrr...mmm…”

“That’s it,  give in to the changes.   Embrace them.  Becoming Walken is good, good for you - good FOR YOU.”

“Is that line from Envy,  master?  I LOVE that movie.   I don’t know why everyone I know hates it though.”

“Well of course you love it,  Chris.   You’re in it, remember?”

My mind was slowly altering as my human thoughts were being drained out to be replaced with the more complex thoughts of Walken himself.   I couldn’t help but growl slightly,  feeling a bit embarrassed I covered my mouth.

“Sorry...I guess I got carried away.”

“Chris,  there’s no need to be embarrassed.   Your growling is natural.  You’re going full on Walken and the growl that escaped from your throat means you are happy.”

“Aaawr?  It does?”

“Why yes...you’re happy because you are becoming who you are.   The you you’ve always wanted.”

I looked up at Jon and nodded,  I was becoming a lot calmer and happier as my transformation progressed,  all sorts of Walken-like thoughts were filling my mind.   I let out another happy growl in the process.

Next to change were my arms as my shirt slowly ripped apart to reform into a dark grey dress shirt that could also easily becoming Hessian-like attire.    My arms slowly stretched and contorted,  growing longer in length and becoming thinner.   My fingers also extended a little to become longer as my knuckles became sharply more pronounced.   The pale skintone from before was creeping up my arms,  all skin imperfections were slowly disappearing in the process of  this transformation.

A dark grey jacket wrapped itself around me as I slowly slimmed down in terms of physique,  now I had Christopher Walken’s arms as well as his legs.  I also partially had his famous pale skintone.

Just then another growl emitted,  this time from my stomach - as my appetite was shifting from human food and beverages to a more bloodthirsty one.     I was developing the urge to drink human blood in an almost vampiric way,  and was developing the need to hunt.

“Aaaawwrrr...so thirsty,  need...bloood..”

“Aaaw!  Are you thirsty,  Chris?”

“Yes,  master…”

“Don’t you worry,   I have just the thing.”

Jon pulled out a bottle of red elixir,  the red elixir looked like blood -  I then tasted a little bit of it,  it tasted so good that I growled out for more of it.  Jon reached out for the elixir and began to feed the rest of it to me.

As he fed the contents to me,   I lapped it up in seconds - growling happily as he did.  He then poured out a second elixir,   this time containing a golden brown liquid, I sniffed it - wondering what it was that was inside.

“What’s that,  master?”

“Liquified cowbell.   Try it.”

“I think I will…”

I growled with curiosity as I picked up the elixir of liquified cowbell and continued listening to Jon’s soothing words,    I knew that what he was saying was right.   I took my time in letting it all sink in, Walkenizing my thoughts even more so.   So much so that I started to forget everything that happened before Jon arrived except for Walken,  and cowbell...as the desire for it began to increase even more.

I looked at my much slimmer physique in admiration,  it was now that of Christopher Walken and I growled slightly as I slowly shot up in height to 6’ft.   By that point I was now at Christopher Walken’s own height.

I felt a tingling sensation at the back of my head as my neckline stretched and elongated, becoming longer and thinner as the pale skintone from before crept up about it.   My neck was now like Walken’s neck.

My hair slowly prickled up and developed a very Walkeny texture as it turned sandy brown,  within seconds I had Walken’s hair as well.

All I could think of at the time was of how wonderful it feels to become who I was turning into and how delightful the tink, tink,  tink sound of cowbell was.   It was making me growl with happiness multiple times.

The pale skintone from before replaced the normal skintone on my face as my eyebrows thinned out and turned the same sandy brown colour as my hair,  my forehead slowly thickened and grew until it elevated higher up,   becoming Walken’s own forehead.

My nose thinned out a little in shape,  Walkenizing until it was Walken’s nose as my cheekbones pronounciated,  making them more pronounced as my cheeks thinned out a little.  My jaw-line shifted to become more angular as my chin narrowed out.

As I mentioned my appearance wasn’t the only thing that was Walkenizing and transforming, my mind was as well -  slowly but surely I was being conditioned to accept the commands of my new master,  forgetting everything about my former self except my personality and my love of all things Walken related.

I was even starting to think I was Christopher Walken at this point,  and I was calling myself Chris just like him.   It’s like I was being brainwashed only this was more pleasant and less disturbing.    I  growled slightly as my eyes turned from brown to blue with dark green inner rings, before they spread out,  becoming narrower and slightly sunken.

At this point,  it just felt more natural for me to kneel rather than stand because my loyalty for my new master was developing more and more.   My mind filling up with thoughts of serving him and building an army of Walkens for him.     And I was now getting newfound Walken instincts like the desire to sing,  dance,  act,  roar,  growl and acquire more cowbell -  at this point on the need for cowbell was increasing even further.    It was like I needed more than ever,   it was like I had a fever and the only prescription was...you guessed it,  more cowbell.

“That’s it...it feels good to lose your will to Walkenization doesn’t it?”

“Yes,  master...it does...rrr…”

“Your will is slipping away,  as is every trace of your old self….except of course for your personality.   Which is being altered,  and Walkenized.”

“I know...it feels nice.”

“It certainly does.   It feels natural to be like Walken.”

“It does…”

My lips thinned out as they curved into a crescentian shape,  the tips becoming sharply pointed as my expression curled itself into a pseudo grimace,   giving me a forlorn but at the same time menacing look.

I now fully looked like Christopher Walken,  but now I was also thinking like him - my mind was already filling up with Walken-like thoughts and I had already forgotten who I was to begin with, of course I had my own mind and personality -  but those were slowly becoming Walkenized as Walken instincts took over.

I was now thinking that I was indeed him,   and was now even calling myself Chris instead of Nathan.   Soon, all of my human thoughts were Walkenized as my voice grew lower and deeper,  becoming gravellier but distinctive,  clipped and very haunting in tone -  harmonizing and Walkenizing in the process,   giving me the voice of Christopher Walken.

I let out a fearsome roar as my transformation completed,  my human mind now fully Walkenized to go with my appearance.   I was no longer Dr Nathan Forester,  I was now Christopher Walken.   Walken’s instincts took over completely as my strength and agility increased to inhuman levels and my senses heightened.

“Very good!  Now tell me your name,  my Walken.”

“Christopher,  but you may call me Chris.”

“That’s right.  And what are you?”

“I’m a beautiful Walken.”

“Well of course you are,   all Walkens are beautiful.   But you are the most beautiful and haunting of all.”

“Yes...I am..”

“And how do you feel?”

“Walkenly...so Walkenly.”

“Yes,  you feel very happy,  cheerful and Walken-like.   Because you ARE Walken, and you can convert others to be more like you.”

“I can?”

“Why yes...all Walkens can convert humans into one of their own.   All you have to do is bite them, scratch them or use your hypnotic powers.”

“And they’ll be obedient members of my Walken army?”

“Yes,  and you can also condition them to be perfectly obedient so that they can serve you without any problems at all.”

“That sounds wonderful.”

“Now...now that you’ve fully transformed,  it’s time for you to unleash your Walken powers.  Let’s see those claws and sharp pointed teeth.”

I concentrated and as I did my fingernails grew longer and sharper,  until they resembled nails that were akin to claws,   my teeth lengthened and sharpened as my canines extended  to become fangs,   the rest of my teeth became pointed and Hessian-like.

I let out a loud series of fearsome Walken-like roars as the conditioning finalized,  now I served my new master Jon as Christopher Walken.  

“How did I do?”

“Very good.  I’m glad I came here to Walkenize you.   Because I knew you’d love the idea of being Chris.   I knew it would happen.”

“You did?”

“Yes...Walken is your destiny after all.   And now you are living the dream you have sought after for so long.   You are ready to Walkenize the human population.”

“Heh-heh,  humans are strange,  master.   They say such  strange things about us Walkens, they think we’re scary and evil.   But we only want to spread the word of Walken and make them get fully in touch with their inner Walken.”

“That’s right...and you will get to do that.”

“I can’t wait to hypnotize those silly humans,  master!  It’s going to be so much fun!”

“That’s my Walken.  Now...who wants to go and hunt?”

“Ooh!  I do!  I love hunting!  Almost as much as I love cowbell!”

“Well...now...you shall.   Let’s go and start working on that army of yours.  There’s a lot of humans to hunt.”

With that I jetted off at inhuman agility with my new master Jon following me as we dashed off into the night to go and hunt for humans to convert into Walkens to serve as part of my army.  

The scientist known as Nathan was no more,   I was now Christopher Walken..and now I have my own ever-growing army of obedient Walkens who are just as beautiful and hypnotic as me, possessing the same powers as me as well.

That my dear human friends is the story of how I,  Chris the alpha Walken came to be and part of many origins regarding me and my kind.   To this day we are still converting humans into Walkens and filling their minds with the desire to sing,  dance,  act,  roar,  growl,  hunt and acquire more cowbell and drink human blood.

It is all thanks to my master Jon Legrand and his hypnosis powers and love of all things Walken that I now live out my dream of being my favorite actor Christopher Walken.    I’m now Walken, now and forever.