Master Jon's Return

Master Jon’s Return
Male Walken TF

Disclaimer:
The following is a part of a series of stories involving a fictional creature and as such none of this is to be taken seriously accept by the author,   it is not to be copypasted or screencapped for the sake of trolling.  

--------------------------------------------

Hello,  dear human readers.   My name is Christopher,  the alpha Walken.   I serve my master Jon and I love and respect him so very much.   I love being a Walken,  it is the most delightful thing ever.

As a Walken I have heightened senses and inhuman agility and strength,  I also am skilled dancer and am rather hypnotic.    My job is to hunt for blood and cowbell and to find humans in order to convert them into ‘Walkens’  like me.

Walkens are vampire-like creatures with hypnotic powers,  they also have parahuman DNA that gives them a quick healing factor and an immunity to physical pain.   I’m a Walken that can transform at will,  but I like getting to transform for my beloved master and being his trusty bloodthirsty Walken.

I was really sad when my master got exhilled and incarcerated,  well of course it was my fault because then I suspected that he was conspiring against me.  Hey,  even Walkens make mistakes - we’re not all perfect you know.

But the night that he was bailed out filled me with so much Walkeny joy,  I couldn’t wait to meet up with him and to continue work on the Walken gas we worked so hard on before the incarceration took place.

That night -  I was waiting for him in my Walken’s Lair  -  of course I was still in my ‘human’ form,  I didn’t want some of the humans to be suspicious of me.    But I didn’t have to wait long,  as within seconds he materialized in the lair.

“Jon!”

“Hello,  my young Walken.”

“I missed you sooo much…”

“I missed you as well.”

“Staten was a great temporarily master but I much prefer you.  You’re so kind to my Walken army and you raise all of them to be as wonderful and Walkeny as me.”

“Well of course,  a good Walken master always knows how to take care of his Walkens.”

“It’s so good to have you back!”

“Are you ready to continue with our plan?”

“Yes…”

“Yes..what?”

Jon gave me his signature hypnotic glare,  which triggered the hypnotic effects of the Walkenization process.   All the human thoughts I had in this weak human form of mine were melting away,  becoming replaced with blissful Walken-like thoughts -  thoughts of hunting, growling,  roaring, and searching for blood and cowbell raced through my mind.

I let out a low moan that sounded more like a growl as I turned to face him,  heavily transfixed on his hypnotic gaze.  All that mattered to me were these very important things,  dancing,  hunting,  singing,  getting more cowbell and being a good obedient Walken.

“Yes,  masterrrr…”

“That’s it.   That’s a good Walken.”

“Am I your favorite Walken,  master?”

“Yes,  and you always will be.”

“Why thank you..”

Just then another low growling sounding was emitted,  this time from my stomach as my appetite shifted,  no longer did I need to eat human food or drink human drinks,  my appetite was shifting to a more bloodthirsty one.

As my appetite shifted to the one of my true Walkeny self, bloodlust started to build up within me as my stomach growled even louder than before….the craving for blood was increasing,  I wanted blood and I wanted it now.

“My,  you must be thirsty and quite hungry.   Is my Walken hungry?”

“Aaawrrgh..yes, master...please...I want blood.”

“Very well..you shall have blood.”

Jon poured out an elixir containing that signature mixture of blood and liquified cowbell,  the sweet ambrosia that had brought me such joy in the past.   I couldn’t help but growl happily as I picked up the container and lapped up the contents,  carefully suckling it like a baby suckling on a bottle with milk.    It tasted so nice and was oh so warm and soothing.

“Mmm…..tastes so nice,  master.”

“Of course it does.   It is also all you need.. my cowbell crazed,  bloodthirsty loyal alpha Walken.”

“Raawr?  It is?”

“Why of course.  Walkens don’t need human possessions or human food and drinks...only fresh blood and liquified cowbell.   Isn’t that right?”

“Yes...I don’t need human possessions,  master.   Or human food/human beverages for that matter.”

“That’s right,  blood is good for you.   You need it to keep up your strength.  Or you would not be able to hunt.   And you like hunting, don’t you?”

“Oh yes,  Walkens love hunting.”

“Why they certainly do.   And you’re one of the best there is at it.  You’re so fierce and loyal.”

“Aaawr...I sure am.”

“Soon,  you shall be ready to hunt once more.   But you need to change.  I can’t have my Walken looking like that.”

“You’re right...I mean...I look like...a...human.”

“Right...and you don’t want to look like the very thing you’re hunting, do you?”

“Of course not.   I want to be beautiful and Walkeny so I can lead my army of Walkens.”

“And beautiful is what you shall be.”

I  moaned slightly as a series of audible cracks and crunching sounds were heard,  but rather than it being painful  -  it was actually nice.   It was given me feelings of pure enjoyment and Walkenyness. 

Entering a bowing stance,  I kneeled as the transformation began to take place - the blue shirt I was wearing in my human form slowly strained and stretched,   until it ripped apart.   In its place, a black and silver tinted armoured dress shirt formed.

My arms stretched and elongated,  becoming longer and thinner as a pale skintone washed itself all over them,  all skin imperfections fading away.   My fingernails lengthened and sharpened, as my fingers elongated slightly with the knuckles becoming more pronounced.

I now possessed my beautiful Walken-like hands, fingers and claws - which were perfect for scratching humans and converting them into Walkens.   In the process,  my senses heightened and my strength and agility increased to inhuman levels.   My hypnotic powers started developing as my Walken-like mindset began to influence me from within.

“Yesss...I must become beautiful and Walkeny.   I must cast away humanity...embrace the way of Walken...rrr…”

“That’s it my young Walken,  cast away humanity.  You don’t need to blend in with humans unless you are using your human form as a disguise.    Your true self is a beautiful Walken, the most enchanting of all..”

“Who needs to  be human anyway?   I don’t...i’m a Walken!  Walkens are much more beautiful than humans.”

“Why yes,  they are.   And they can make humans more like them as well.”

“I love transforming humans into fellow Walkens.”

There was another series of audible cracks and crunches as my legs slowly stretched and elongated,  becoming longer and thinner as the same pale skintone from before crept up them - making them match my Walken-like arms.

I growled slightly as my blue jeans slowly began to strain and stretch before finally ripping until they were nothing but shreds,  my belt snapping off in the process.   In place of where my jeans once were was a black and silver tinted formation that crept up my long Walken-like legs,  until it melded and morphed into a pair of elegant half armoured dress pants.   The belt that had snapped off was now reforming into a half Hessian style belt that wrapped around my waist.

My socks and shoes hardened and cracked before fusing together to become a pair of black Hessian styled boots,  completing my Walkenesque ensemble.

But my changes were far from finished,  as the rest of my body slimmed down to match my arms and legs,  and I slowly grew in height until I was 6’ft.    The pale skintone painted itself all over the rest of my body and crept upwards towards my neck as my neckline elongated, becoming longer and thinner.    

The shape of my jawline altered to become more angular as my chin narrowed out slightly,  the pale skin tone slowly replacing the normal skintone on my face as the changes progressed further.

My hair began to tingle slightly as I laughed slightly due to a ticklish sensation at the back,  which was due to my hair slowly prickling up and turning sandy brown,  developing the texture of a Walken hairdo.

The colour of my eyebrows changed to a sandy brown as well as my eyebrows thinned out,  my forehead thickened and grew as it elevated itself higher up,  giving me a very menacing and imposing sloping brow.

Speaking of colours,  the colour of my eyes shifted to a very hypnotic shade of blue with dark green inner rings as my eyes themselves spread out,  becoming narrower and slightly sunken in the process.    It’s a known fact that Walkens can see in the dark and can also see ten times better than humans.

My nose thinned out slightly and Walkenized to become the beautiful and striking Walken-like nose that I naturally have as a Walken.   My lips also thinned slightly and darkened a little,  the tips becoming sharply pointed as the shape of the lips contorted to a crescentian shape.

I licked my lips as I thought of all the blood that I was looking forward to feasting on,  as I did -  I felt my teeth with my tongue as they lengthened and sharpened,  the canines extending to become akin to vampiric fangs while the rest of my teeth became sharply pointed and Hessian-like.

My cheekbones became more pronounced as my cheeks thinned out a little,  my expression curving itself into a snarl as my voice started to deepen and grow lower,  becoming lower and gravellier but also more hypnotic in the process.

I moaned slightly as my voice continued to become gravellier and more hypnotic,  each moan sounding more like a growl as my voice harmonized and Walkenized,  becoming that of my true Walkeny self -  complete with a New Yorkian accent.

Within seconds,  the rest of my human thoughts were completely gone - all that was left were pure blissful Walken-like thoughts of singing,  dancing,  acting,  roaring and acquiring blood and more cowbell.   Why...I had forgotten why I was even in human form to begin with anyway,  I mean why would a Walken like me try to blend in with humans anyway?   Oh yeah, it’s because I use my human form as a means to hide any of my Walken traits from any soon-to-be-Walkenized humans.

None of what happened before mattered anyway -   now that I was a completely transformed alpha Walken once again.  And I wouldn’t have traded that for anything in the world,  not even for those possessions that humans obsess over so much.

“Now isn’t that better?”

“Well,  yes!  It is.”

“You look so beautiful...even more beautiful than before.”

“Thank you,  master.   That means a lot to me.”

“Are you ready to make more Walkens now?”

“I sure am,  masterrrr.”

“Well then,  what is the progress so far with the Walken gas?”

“The Walken Gas has been completed and perfected.  We shall spray it throughout the town,  making everyone in this town into beautiful Walkens like us.”

“Excellent.  Soon the whole world shall all be beautiful and Walken-like.”

“Except New York,  that’s Staten’s territory.”

“Right.”

“The cowbell gas is ready to be used and sprayed,  master.”

With that, I opened up a few air vents before spraying some of the cowbell gas through it,  when it was done -  almost all of the air vents in town were filling up with the highly potent and hypnotic scent of the Walken gas.

The human population of the town soon found themselves falling into a deep hypnotic trance-like state as the gas slowly seeped through to their minds,  making them crave the taste of blood and making them desire more cowbell -  they all followed the scent of the the gas to the Walken lair as they all slowly but surely were transformed into beautiful Walkens to serve as part of my army of Walkens.

Soon  -  the entire human population of the town was Walkenized,  and the Walken gas continued to spread throughout the globe -  turning the world’s population of humans into Walkens ready to obey their masters.

Well except New York that is,  after all  - a  Walken cannot enter there -  it’s Gargoyle country which means it’s Staten’s territory and a good Walken is always polite and never takes from those he considers friends/allies.

Now that my master and I are reunited again,  the Walken legacy lives on and on and so it shall live on for another 500 years.    The Walken cycle is complete once again,  and the saga is continuous.

That my dear human friends,  is the end of this glorious tale but as I said before - the Walken saga goes on and on.   Remember,  keep on Walken.