TftW: Chris's Origin
TftW: Chris’s Origin
Nathan to Christopher Walken TF/Hypnosis theme
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It was Dec 27, 2012, just only four days until 2013 and Nathan Forester/Monstermaster13 was on the deviantart forums, which rarely he would be on because of how annoyingly jerkish the people on the Complaints subforum were. He liked to chat there with fellow users on the Deviants section for fun, and that night he was looking for some particular kind of fun when he stumbled upon the Corrupt A Wish thread, or rather one of many - he decided to give it a shot.
The original poster seemed like a fun person to play off of, perhaps he could have a little fun while he was it, so he decided to pop on over and make his wish. Now at this time he was becoming an avid fan of Christopher Walken and he was working on a way to share his newfound love of Walken with the rest of his friends OL.
“Welcome to Corrupt-A-Wish. Name your wish and I shall corrupt it for you.”
“Here goes nothing, I wish that I could do a better Christopher Walken impression, Jay Mohr, Kevin Pullock and Kevin Spacey make it so easy. I wish I could do a better Christopher Walken impersonation.”
Within a few seconds later he got not one but two responses from two very different users, both of them had an interesting response to this wish he made.
“Granted, but the more you do it the more you become Christopher Walken until the real you no longer exists, or ever existed at all. The original Walken and you fight for supremacy. The battle is televised live, and the winner is...Christopher Walken?”
“Granted, your impersonation is so good everyone mistakes you for him and your mind explodes due to your being unaccustomed to a life of fame.”
“Hmm..both of those ones sound pretty awesome, but I love the first one. I wonder if it will really happen though.”
He posted his response to the wish corruption before heading off to get ready for bed, after all - it was getting late and he didn’t want to be the only one awake between the hours of 11:53 pm and 1:30 am. So he left his computer room and rushed over to his bedroom, slipping on his nightshirt and leggings before heading over to where his bed was.
There was a poster of Christopher Walken looming above him, the poster being from The Prophecy II, one of his favorite Walken movies. As he laid down to sleep, he turned out the lights, switched on the night-light and got us his favorite TY Plush horse Oats.
Later that night as he slept, he began to have unusual dreams that weren’t of his own - they were dreams involving Walken. He dreamed he was in a hotel room while Weapon Of Choice as playing and all of a sudden he developed the urge to dance just like in the music video, suddenly finding his dancing skills had improved greatly - he felt compelled to dance..like Walken and even fly, it was strange but it filled him with so much energy.
In the next dream he had he was on SNL, as guest host Christopher Walken himself - recreating the various classic skits Walken played in, in particular the More Cowbell sketch. For some reason, he didn’t mind that he was getting these dreams.
Next, he saw himself as The Hessian, terrorizing the quiet hamlet of Sleepy Hollow, then after that - he was Max Zorin from A View To A Kill. Oddly enough in the dream after that one he dreamed about being Morty from Click, followed by Wilbur from Hairspray, J-Man from Envy, Frank White from King Of New York, Feng from Balls Of Fury, and Nick from the Deer Hunter and each time he awoke from those dreams he would find a little souvenir of sorts from the Walken role he became.
But the one that struck him the most was when he was talking to a group of his friends about the Country Bears and all of a sudden he yelled out “This isn’t over….bears!” in Walken’s voice, this hadn’t been the first time his vocal tone had shifted to become Walken’s own, it had happened numerous times before in his dreams before that, indicating that maybe the wish was starting to affect him.
When he awoke from that dream, he yawned a little before heading off to where his bedroom mirror was - he checked in the mirror to see if he had changed yet. Upon closer inspection, he did feel pretty normal and he looked normal - but then he heard that ominous Walken voice intoning and echoing in his mind, which caused him to stagger back.
“W-W-What the? Walken? What are you doing in my head?”
“Well, you see...you made that wish and now… I will make sure it comes true.”
“But i’m not ready for this.. to go full on Walken.”
“Don’t you worry, it will be so much fun. In fact once you start going Walken, you’ll never want to go back..”
“But I like the way I am…”
“I know, but won’t becoming me be so much better? You’ll be eternal, you’ll be irreistable, all will bow before you.”
“Well…I suppose I wouldn’t mind, if only it was for a little while.”
“Oh, it will be more than that...and you asked to be a better impersonator of yours Walkenly, and you shall...you will BECOME me.”
“But if I turn into you completely won’t I turn evil?”
“Well maybe, but there is no good or evil when it comes to me.”
“But aren’t you always a bad guy?”
“Yes, but in a way that is a good thing.”
“In what way is it good?”
“You’ll find out soon enough.”
Nathan was feeling rather confused, he didn’t what to think - on one hand his wish was about to come true, on the other hand he was about to be fully transformed into the original Walken himself - which freaked him out a little. But the original Walken’s voice intoned in his mind, encouraging him and conditioning him from within, with every word from Walken’s voice came a set of hypnotic commands and instructions - he was encouraging Nathan to speak in his trademark Walken voice, to say what he was saying.
Nathan tried to resist it, but his mind slowly started to shift - all of his previous thoughts were becoming a blur and he only wanted to obey Walken and to think like him. Despite his valiant resistance methods, he found himself succuming and giving in - talking more and more like Walken himself. Could it be his wish was finally coming true?
“Walken, my master...why do I feel so strange but yet soooo...nice?”
“You are beginning your transformation into me. This process is a complete mental and physical Walkenization and once you are fully transformed into me, you will do as I command you.”
“Oh, that is ever so wonderful. I can’t wait to be you.”
“Yes...it should feel good, and the more you embrace this the closer you’ll get to becoming me and going full Walken.”
As Walken’s voice intoned in his mind which was now filling with all sorts of inhumanly Walken thoughts the blood moon peered from behind the clouds which amplified the trance even more, making Walken’s thoughts and traits develop even more, strengthening in the process.
His interests slowly shifting from scientific research to acting, cooking, singing and dancing - which of course sent joyful feelings jolting throughout his body, so much so he was quickly developing the urge to do a dance number.
Without warning he started to move his feet to the rhythm, matching Walken’s movements perfectly - he felt pretty damn good doing it too - as Walken’s influence slowly became even stronger.
It was then that the transformation slowly started to take place, as the leggings he was wearing tore away with a slight rip to become replaced with a pair of elegant dress pants - he pulled them up a little at the ankle, noticing a pale skintone slowly creeping up his legs - which in turn were slenderizing, growing longer and thinner along with his lowerbody.
Within seconds his lowerbody had become Walken’s own even right down to the feet and long, slender legs, he couldn’t help but admire the changes as they took place. He didn’t even notice the grey belt wrapping itself around his waist.
“Oooohhh...oh my, this feels…”
“Good?”
“Yes, good….sooooooo good, so….sooooo….Walkeny…”
The changes then progressed up to his upperbody as his back, torso, chest and stomach slimmed down to become those of Walken as the pale skintone slowly crept up them, in the process his nightshirt peeled away to reform into an elegant black and grey dress shirt.
More Walkenish thoughts and memories began to flow through his mind, he was getting memories echoing the dreams he had, he remembered being a soldier in Vietnam and also remembered a gold watch he had been keeping up his behind for two years.
Closing his eyes and drifting off into a pure state of Walken induced bliss, he remembered being an arch nemesis for James Bond, being a Hessian soldier with sharp pointed teeth, dancing in a bar to the song ‘Let’s Misbehave’, and also being married to Glenn Close - both as a farmer in Kansas and as a robot husband in Stepford.
He also remembered the sweet hypnotic sound of cowbell when he guest hosted on Saturday Night Live, for then was when he felt his true surge of Walkenity - that was when he got the fever for cowbell. He then remembered playing ping pong against Randy Daytona and wearing such elegant Asian attire, sporting a look that seemed to be similar to Gary Oldman as the iconic vampire Count Dracula.
Looking at his arms and hands, he could see his arms elongating and stretching to become longer and thinner, the fur gloves he was known for wearing peeling off to reveal his hands shifting to become Walken’s hands complete with the fingers becoming longer and the knuckles sharpening to become pronounced. The pale skintone slowly creeping his arms in the process, allowing the rest of the changes to take place.
His slippersocks tore apart and reformed into a pair of elegant dress shoes which were black in colour with white socks, that gave him a rather dapper and elegant look that suggested an air of 'class'.
“Ooooh….i….i….”
“Yeeeessss?”
“I’m becoming so...so…”
“...Beautiful? Walkeny? Beautifully Walkeny?”
“Yeeeeesss..”
He arched his back against the wall slightly as he began to feel like the room was shrinking, but really it wasn’t the room and it wasn’t shrinking - it was him and he was growing, slowly shifting from his normal height to 6’ft - which was Walken’s height.
From both the lower body and upperbody onwards he had Walken’s lithe build and haunting pale complexion, which in a way made him look sort of vampiric - giving him a very imposing and hypnotic quality.
He couldn’t help but become entranced by the entire process, which in turn only made the original Walken’s influence strengthen even further. As more of Walken’s traits, thoughts and memories flew through his ever Walkenizing mind.
This time he remembered trying to steal Cassandra away from Wayne Campbell, and he remembered dancing with her as well. He also remembered having several experiences as a mafia type. He even remembered when the late Dennis Hopper called him an eggplant, and even more so - he remembered his so called stepson being foiled by a spunky kangaroo in a red jacket. He remembered encountering Ben Stiller at a bar and telling him stories about the job he was fired from and how he got back at a nice kid across the street named Ernie.
He remembered giving a big speech about two little mice who fell into a bucket of cream, specifically he remembered being the second mouse in the story. He also remembered being an inventor and quirky 1950’s father to Brendan Fraser, as well as being married to a drag and fat suited up John Travolta in the 60’s. But one memory sticked with him, the memory of being able to see into the future as the result of a near fatal accident caused by a head injury.
Somehow all these just seemed natural to him, as did his transformation - in fact he felt he had always been Walken. Suddenly, it didn’t seem so bad. In fact he was enjoying it. It was like he was seeing for the first time what it felt like to be in the shoes of his mentor Christopher Walken.
His neckline elongated and stretched, becoming much longer in length as a pale skintone crept up it, his neck now fully shifted to become Walken’s neck as the pale skintone slowly reached upwards. His ears became much flatter but his senses of hearing and smell increased ten-fold, making him able to pick up even the most invisible of scents and sounds.
The colour of his hair turned from its normal brown colour to sandy brown as it prickled up to develop the style and texture of Walken’s hair, his eyebrows thinning out and turning the same colour as his hair - making them Walken’s eyebrows. The pale skintone reached his face as he threw his head back.
His eyes turned from hazel to blue with dark green inner rings as they spread out, becoming narrower and slightly sunken - giving him Walken’s eyes. His forehead elevated itself higher up to support his hair, giving him Walken’s forehead in the process.
He touched his nose a little as it thinned and shrank a little, becoming Walken’s nose - as his mouth curved into a more crescentian shape, his lips thinning and developing pointed tips, his mouth was now Walken’s mouth.
His jawline shifted to become more angular as his cheekbones shifted to become more pronounced, his chin narrowed out as his cheeks became slightly sunken - all skin imperfections faded away as his features now fully resembled Walken’s features, which were all very elegant, leonine and brachyian in shape.
He now fully was Walken on the outside, but this wasn’t the last change to happen, his voice deepened as it altered, becoming lower, gruffer and more menacing with a gravelly but distinctive, haunting and hypnotic tone - as his voice, speech patterns and tone shifted to become Walken’s complete with the New York accent.
His mind now fully shifted, all of Walken’s memories, thoughts and traits took over completely - when the transformation was finally done - he was now fully transformed into the real Christopher Walken and it all seemed right to him.
“Yes, I remember. I remember I made that wish and now i’m my true self."
"Yes...how do you feel?"
"I feel wonderful! Oh, I am so enchanting and Walkeny!”
“Those humans won’t be able to take their eyes off you.”
“Well of courrse, and humans can easily be swayed into following my ways.”
“Say...now that you’re...well you, what do you want to do?”
“I want to use my Walkenity as a means to convert others and have my very own army of lovely...’Walkens’.”
“That’s a wonderful plan. No human will be able to resist your Walkenly charm!”
“To think that a human can resist the allure of a Walken is a hilarious notion indeed!”
“You certainly are fierce looking, but in a beautiful and hypnotic way.”
“Indeed so.”
“I bet you’re going to be quite the skilled hunter.”
“Oh yesssss…”
The new Christopher Walken licked his lips as thoughts of bloodlust were added to his mix of thoughts, he snarled slightly as he sniffed the air, he picked up the scent of fresh blood coming from nearby - within seconds he zoomed over with amazing Walkeny agility over to where the smell was coming from. One of his old self’s brother’s best friends had returned from vacation and he looked like he had been working up a sweat.
Of course said friend didn’t have time to react as Chris Walken lunged at him, hissed, snarled and knocked him to the ground with inhuman strength.
“Nathan?”
“Silly human, you seem to be mistaken. My name is Christopher Walken but you may call me Chris.”
“But those are Nathan’s clothes on the ground.”
“Oh, you mean those old scraps? They are nothing but shreds now.”
“What have you done? Where is Nathan?”
“As i’ve told you, I am Christopher Walken - and you are my first victim.”
“Victim? What do you mean by that?”
“Sssh….”
“Huh?”
Chris Walken turned to him and hissed as his teeth lengthened and sharpened, his canines extending to become akin to fangs while the rest of his teeth became pointed akin to the Hessian’s teeth, he reached over to him and gently nibbled on the neap of his neck, lapping the blood up as he did so. Blood certainly tasted delicious, and from now on - it was the only drink he would ever have. He growled happily as his fingernails also lengthened and sharpened, becoming claw-like.
The afforementioned friend squirmed a little but soon found himself falling into a blissful trance-like state, even taking on some rather Renfield-like qualities. Instinctively he picked up a cockroach and ate it.
“Relax.”
“Yes, master….I am very relaxed.”
“You must find more blood and cowbell for me.”
“Yes, master I will do that for you!”
“Good...and then you will find me some humans to thrall.”
“Anything else, master?”
“I’ll let you know, now go, I don’t want you to miss out on the fun!”
“Of course, master. I will be on my way.”
With that the newly hypnotized servant of Walken’s slinked to go and search for more blood and cowbell for his master, Chris Walken set up a plasma screen tv, put in a tape of his former self’s transformation, and televised it - alerting every human of the existence of Walkens, which they originally thought were a myth made up to scare people into behaving.
It wasn’t long until he was hypnotizing and transforming others, influencing them and enticing them to become as enchanting and Walkenly as him. Even making a few select females into stunning She-Hessians.
As for what happened to him, well he loved being his true Walkenly self so much that he decided to study Walkenology and Walken lore, learning everything he could about being Walken in all his bloodthirsty glory.
Of course, now that he was his true self - he didn’t want to go back...I mean, who would ever want to go back now when they are Christopher Walken? Certainly not our Chris that’s for sure, I mean he’s Walken! Who else could he be?
In no time flat he became a leader of a fierce Walken army taking on the title of Alpha Walken and becoming quite a skilled hunter, his lust for blood and cowbell strongly aiding him in his cause.
That is how Chris Walken or Chris the Alpha Walken became the Walken he is today, a role he is very proud to take on. Remember, be careful what you wish for on a Corrupt A Wish Thread, for it might just happen, but in a good way that is.
Nathan to Christopher Walken TF/Hypnosis theme
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It was Dec 27, 2012, just only four days until 2013 and Nathan Forester/Monstermaster13 was on the deviantart forums, which rarely he would be on because of how annoyingly jerkish the people on the Complaints subforum were. He liked to chat there with fellow users on the Deviants section for fun, and that night he was looking for some particular kind of fun when he stumbled upon the Corrupt A Wish thread, or rather one of many - he decided to give it a shot.
The original poster seemed like a fun person to play off of, perhaps he could have a little fun while he was it, so he decided to pop on over and make his wish. Now at this time he was becoming an avid fan of Christopher Walken and he was working on a way to share his newfound love of Walken with the rest of his friends OL.
“Welcome to Corrupt-A-Wish. Name your wish and I shall corrupt it for you.”
“Here goes nothing, I wish that I could do a better Christopher Walken impression, Jay Mohr, Kevin Pullock and Kevin Spacey make it so easy. I wish I could do a better Christopher Walken impersonation.”
Within a few seconds later he got not one but two responses from two very different users, both of them had an interesting response to this wish he made.
“Granted, but the more you do it the more you become Christopher Walken until the real you no longer exists, or ever existed at all. The original Walken and you fight for supremacy. The battle is televised live, and the winner is...Christopher Walken?”
“Granted, your impersonation is so good everyone mistakes you for him and your mind explodes due to your being unaccustomed to a life of fame.”
“Hmm..both of those ones sound pretty awesome, but I love the first one. I wonder if it will really happen though.”
He posted his response to the wish corruption before heading off to get ready for bed, after all - it was getting late and he didn’t want to be the only one awake between the hours of 11:53 pm and 1:30 am. So he left his computer room and rushed over to his bedroom, slipping on his nightshirt and leggings before heading over to where his bed was.
There was a poster of Christopher Walken looming above him, the poster being from The Prophecy II, one of his favorite Walken movies. As he laid down to sleep, he turned out the lights, switched on the night-light and got us his favorite TY Plush horse Oats.
Later that night as he slept, he began to have unusual dreams that weren’t of his own - they were dreams involving Walken. He dreamed he was in a hotel room while Weapon Of Choice as playing and all of a sudden he developed the urge to dance just like in the music video, suddenly finding his dancing skills had improved greatly - he felt compelled to dance..like Walken and even fly, it was strange but it filled him with so much energy.
In the next dream he had he was on SNL, as guest host Christopher Walken himself - recreating the various classic skits Walken played in, in particular the More Cowbell sketch. For some reason, he didn’t mind that he was getting these dreams.
Next, he saw himself as The Hessian, terrorizing the quiet hamlet of Sleepy Hollow, then after that - he was Max Zorin from A View To A Kill. Oddly enough in the dream after that one he dreamed about being Morty from Click, followed by Wilbur from Hairspray, J-Man from Envy, Frank White from King Of New York, Feng from Balls Of Fury, and Nick from the Deer Hunter and each time he awoke from those dreams he would find a little souvenir of sorts from the Walken role he became.
But the one that struck him the most was when he was talking to a group of his friends about the Country Bears and all of a sudden he yelled out “This isn’t over….bears!” in Walken’s voice, this hadn’t been the first time his vocal tone had shifted to become Walken’s own, it had happened numerous times before in his dreams before that, indicating that maybe the wish was starting to affect him.
When he awoke from that dream, he yawned a little before heading off to where his bedroom mirror was - he checked in the mirror to see if he had changed yet. Upon closer inspection, he did feel pretty normal and he looked normal - but then he heard that ominous Walken voice intoning and echoing in his mind, which caused him to stagger back.
“W-W-What the? Walken? What are you doing in my head?”
“Well, you see...you made that wish and now… I will make sure it comes true.”
“But i’m not ready for this.. to go full on Walken.”
“Don’t you worry, it will be so much fun. In fact once you start going Walken, you’ll never want to go back..”
“But I like the way I am…”
“I know, but won’t becoming me be so much better? You’ll be eternal, you’ll be irreistable, all will bow before you.”
“Well…I suppose I wouldn’t mind, if only it was for a little while.”
“Oh, it will be more than that...and you asked to be a better impersonator of yours Walkenly, and you shall...you will BECOME me.”
“But if I turn into you completely won’t I turn evil?”
“Well maybe, but there is no good or evil when it comes to me.”
“But aren’t you always a bad guy?”
“Yes, but in a way that is a good thing.”
“In what way is it good?”
“You’ll find out soon enough.”
Nathan was feeling rather confused, he didn’t what to think - on one hand his wish was about to come true, on the other hand he was about to be fully transformed into the original Walken himself - which freaked him out a little. But the original Walken’s voice intoned in his mind, encouraging him and conditioning him from within, with every word from Walken’s voice came a set of hypnotic commands and instructions - he was encouraging Nathan to speak in his trademark Walken voice, to say what he was saying.
Nathan tried to resist it, but his mind slowly started to shift - all of his previous thoughts were becoming a blur and he only wanted to obey Walken and to think like him. Despite his valiant resistance methods, he found himself succuming and giving in - talking more and more like Walken himself. Could it be his wish was finally coming true?
“Walken, my master...why do I feel so strange but yet soooo...nice?”
“You are beginning your transformation into me. This process is a complete mental and physical Walkenization and once you are fully transformed into me, you will do as I command you.”
“Oh, that is ever so wonderful. I can’t wait to be you.”
“Yes...it should feel good, and the more you embrace this the closer you’ll get to becoming me and going full Walken.”
As Walken’s voice intoned in his mind which was now filling with all sorts of inhumanly Walken thoughts the blood moon peered from behind the clouds which amplified the trance even more, making Walken’s thoughts and traits develop even more, strengthening in the process.
His interests slowly shifting from scientific research to acting, cooking, singing and dancing - which of course sent joyful feelings jolting throughout his body, so much so he was quickly developing the urge to do a dance number.
Without warning he started to move his feet to the rhythm, matching Walken’s movements perfectly - he felt pretty damn good doing it too - as Walken’s influence slowly became even stronger.
It was then that the transformation slowly started to take place, as the leggings he was wearing tore away with a slight rip to become replaced with a pair of elegant dress pants - he pulled them up a little at the ankle, noticing a pale skintone slowly creeping up his legs - which in turn were slenderizing, growing longer and thinner along with his lowerbody.
Within seconds his lowerbody had become Walken’s own even right down to the feet and long, slender legs, he couldn’t help but admire the changes as they took place. He didn’t even notice the grey belt wrapping itself around his waist.
“Oooohhh...oh my, this feels…”
“Good?”
“Yes, good….sooooooo good, so….sooooo….Walkeny…”
The changes then progressed up to his upperbody as his back, torso, chest and stomach slimmed down to become those of Walken as the pale skintone slowly crept up them, in the process his nightshirt peeled away to reform into an elegant black and grey dress shirt.
More Walkenish thoughts and memories began to flow through his mind, he was getting memories echoing the dreams he had, he remembered being a soldier in Vietnam and also remembered a gold watch he had been keeping up his behind for two years.
Closing his eyes and drifting off into a pure state of Walken induced bliss, he remembered being an arch nemesis for James Bond, being a Hessian soldier with sharp pointed teeth, dancing in a bar to the song ‘Let’s Misbehave’, and also being married to Glenn Close - both as a farmer in Kansas and as a robot husband in Stepford.
He also remembered the sweet hypnotic sound of cowbell when he guest hosted on Saturday Night Live, for then was when he felt his true surge of Walkenity - that was when he got the fever for cowbell. He then remembered playing ping pong against Randy Daytona and wearing such elegant Asian attire, sporting a look that seemed to be similar to Gary Oldman as the iconic vampire Count Dracula.
Looking at his arms and hands, he could see his arms elongating and stretching to become longer and thinner, the fur gloves he was known for wearing peeling off to reveal his hands shifting to become Walken’s hands complete with the fingers becoming longer and the knuckles sharpening to become pronounced. The pale skintone slowly creeping his arms in the process, allowing the rest of the changes to take place.
His slippersocks tore apart and reformed into a pair of elegant dress shoes which were black in colour with white socks, that gave him a rather dapper and elegant look that suggested an air of 'class'.
“Ooooh….i….i….”
“Yeeeessss?”
“I’m becoming so...so…”
“...Beautiful? Walkeny? Beautifully Walkeny?”
“Yeeeeesss..”
He arched his back against the wall slightly as he began to feel like the room was shrinking, but really it wasn’t the room and it wasn’t shrinking - it was him and he was growing, slowly shifting from his normal height to 6’ft - which was Walken’s height.
From both the lower body and upperbody onwards he had Walken’s lithe build and haunting pale complexion, which in a way made him look sort of vampiric - giving him a very imposing and hypnotic quality.
He couldn’t help but become entranced by the entire process, which in turn only made the original Walken’s influence strengthen even further. As more of Walken’s traits, thoughts and memories flew through his ever Walkenizing mind.
This time he remembered trying to steal Cassandra away from Wayne Campbell, and he remembered dancing with her as well. He also remembered having several experiences as a mafia type. He even remembered when the late Dennis Hopper called him an eggplant, and even more so - he remembered his so called stepson being foiled by a spunky kangaroo in a red jacket. He remembered encountering Ben Stiller at a bar and telling him stories about the job he was fired from and how he got back at a nice kid across the street named Ernie.
He remembered giving a big speech about two little mice who fell into a bucket of cream, specifically he remembered being the second mouse in the story. He also remembered being an inventor and quirky 1950’s father to Brendan Fraser, as well as being married to a drag and fat suited up John Travolta in the 60’s. But one memory sticked with him, the memory of being able to see into the future as the result of a near fatal accident caused by a head injury.
Somehow all these just seemed natural to him, as did his transformation - in fact he felt he had always been Walken. Suddenly, it didn’t seem so bad. In fact he was enjoying it. It was like he was seeing for the first time what it felt like to be in the shoes of his mentor Christopher Walken.
His neckline elongated and stretched, becoming much longer in length as a pale skintone crept up it, his neck now fully shifted to become Walken’s neck as the pale skintone slowly reached upwards. His ears became much flatter but his senses of hearing and smell increased ten-fold, making him able to pick up even the most invisible of scents and sounds.
The colour of his hair turned from its normal brown colour to sandy brown as it prickled up to develop the style and texture of Walken’s hair, his eyebrows thinning out and turning the same colour as his hair - making them Walken’s eyebrows. The pale skintone reached his face as he threw his head back.
His eyes turned from hazel to blue with dark green inner rings as they spread out, becoming narrower and slightly sunken - giving him Walken’s eyes. His forehead elevated itself higher up to support his hair, giving him Walken’s forehead in the process.
He touched his nose a little as it thinned and shrank a little, becoming Walken’s nose - as his mouth curved into a more crescentian shape, his lips thinning and developing pointed tips, his mouth was now Walken’s mouth.
His jawline shifted to become more angular as his cheekbones shifted to become more pronounced, his chin narrowed out as his cheeks became slightly sunken - all skin imperfections faded away as his features now fully resembled Walken’s features, which were all very elegant, leonine and brachyian in shape.
He now fully was Walken on the outside, but this wasn’t the last change to happen, his voice deepened as it altered, becoming lower, gruffer and more menacing with a gravelly but distinctive, haunting and hypnotic tone - as his voice, speech patterns and tone shifted to become Walken’s complete with the New York accent.
His mind now fully shifted, all of Walken’s memories, thoughts and traits took over completely - when the transformation was finally done - he was now fully transformed into the real Christopher Walken and it all seemed right to him.
“Yes, I remember. I remember I made that wish and now i’m my true self."
"Yes...how do you feel?"
"I feel wonderful! Oh, I am so enchanting and Walkeny!”
“Those humans won’t be able to take their eyes off you.”
“Well of courrse, and humans can easily be swayed into following my ways.”
“Say...now that you’re...well you, what do you want to do?”
“I want to use my Walkenity as a means to convert others and have my very own army of lovely...’Walkens’.”
“That’s a wonderful plan. No human will be able to resist your Walkenly charm!”
“To think that a human can resist the allure of a Walken is a hilarious notion indeed!”
“You certainly are fierce looking, but in a beautiful and hypnotic way.”
“Indeed so.”
“I bet you’re going to be quite the skilled hunter.”
“Oh yesssss…”
The new Christopher Walken licked his lips as thoughts of bloodlust were added to his mix of thoughts, he snarled slightly as he sniffed the air, he picked up the scent of fresh blood coming from nearby - within seconds he zoomed over with amazing Walkeny agility over to where the smell was coming from. One of his old self’s brother’s best friends had returned from vacation and he looked like he had been working up a sweat.
Of course said friend didn’t have time to react as Chris Walken lunged at him, hissed, snarled and knocked him to the ground with inhuman strength.
“Nathan?”
“Silly human, you seem to be mistaken. My name is Christopher Walken but you may call me Chris.”
“But those are Nathan’s clothes on the ground.”
“Oh, you mean those old scraps? They are nothing but shreds now.”
“What have you done? Where is Nathan?”
“As i’ve told you, I am Christopher Walken - and you are my first victim.”
“Victim? What do you mean by that?”
“Sssh….”
“Huh?”
Chris Walken turned to him and hissed as his teeth lengthened and sharpened, his canines extending to become akin to fangs while the rest of his teeth became pointed akin to the Hessian’s teeth, he reached over to him and gently nibbled on the neap of his neck, lapping the blood up as he did so. Blood certainly tasted delicious, and from now on - it was the only drink he would ever have. He growled happily as his fingernails also lengthened and sharpened, becoming claw-like.
The afforementioned friend squirmed a little but soon found himself falling into a blissful trance-like state, even taking on some rather Renfield-like qualities. Instinctively he picked up a cockroach and ate it.
“Relax.”
“Yes, master….I am very relaxed.”
“You must find more blood and cowbell for me.”
“Yes, master I will do that for you!”
“Good...and then you will find me some humans to thrall.”
“Anything else, master?”
“I’ll let you know, now go, I don’t want you to miss out on the fun!”
“Of course, master. I will be on my way.”
With that the newly hypnotized servant of Walken’s slinked to go and search for more blood and cowbell for his master, Chris Walken set up a plasma screen tv, put in a tape of his former self’s transformation, and televised it - alerting every human of the existence of Walkens, which they originally thought were a myth made up to scare people into behaving.
It wasn’t long until he was hypnotizing and transforming others, influencing them and enticing them to become as enchanting and Walkenly as him. Even making a few select females into stunning She-Hessians.
As for what happened to him, well he loved being his true Walkenly self so much that he decided to study Walkenology and Walken lore, learning everything he could about being Walken in all his bloodthirsty glory.
Of course, now that he was his true self - he didn’t want to go back...I mean, who would ever want to go back now when they are Christopher Walken? Certainly not our Chris that’s for sure, I mean he’s Walken! Who else could he be?
In no time flat he became a leader of a fierce Walken army taking on the title of Alpha Walken and becoming quite a skilled hunter, his lust for blood and cowbell strongly aiding him in his cause.
That is how Chris Walken or Chris the Alpha Walken became the Walken he is today, a role he is very proud to take on. Remember, be careful what you wish for on a Corrupt A Wish Thread, for it might just happen, but in a good way that is.
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