The Origins Of Walken

The Origins Of Walken

Chris Walken TF with hypnosis theme

Disclaimer:
This is a story told from the perspective of my persona Nathan which is also a Walken origin story,  if you don't like these types of stories or are under the impression it is real.  They are not,  these are just part of a Walken themed storyline - if you really honestly do think it is real you need professional help.
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You may not believe this story but there was once a time in which I was well...a human,  I know what you are thinking....but you are Walken...how can a Walken claim to be human? Walkens prey on humans  -  this makes no sense!   Well,   it is a long and complicated story  but I will tell you it.

It happened in Summer of last year,   I had recently made friends with quite a lot of people who were fans of Chris Walken -  just like me.    One night I decided to have a little bit of fun and shared my newfound love of Walken with the world.   Of course what I didn't count on was the surprise that came the night after.

That night as I got into bed,  I laid myself down and began having a series of oddly hypnotic dreams/visions,  which naturally were to do with Walken.   And what wonderfully Walken-filled dreams they were.

In them I was in what appeared to be in a gothic castle interior and Walken's voice was calling to me,   hypnotizing me and telling me to obey him...I felt like I was being hypnotized.    I felt less and less human as Walken's voice was guiding me telling me to give in.     I even started to moan a little,  but it sounded more like a low growl.

I felt like it was my destiny to be one of Walken's many,  to serve him -  to be ever so loyal and Walkeny.    When I woke up a few hours later,  I yawned but like the moaning from the dream -  it sounded more like a growl.  

Over the next several nights,  I become morbidly obsessed with Walken,  often falling into hypnotic trance-like states whenever something about one of his movies or about him in general manifested itself.

I found myself thinking less and less like a human,   and as a result my mindset and appetite shifted -   I found that human food and drink would no longer suffice,   for my appetite now required human blood -  like a vampire.  

I kept thinking about how good the blood of my roommate would taste,   licking my lips as I did so.   In the process my interests started to shift with each passing night.    Previous interests like science becoming replaced with dancing,  acting,  singing,  roaring and hunting.

For the more these happened the more I found myself having those hypnotic visions/dreams of Walken again,   this time...I was him or was about to become him -  each time they happened,  the more and more I felt like Walken.  

Could this have been some kind of sign?  Was Walken's influence from my dreams rubbing off on me?   Maybe I wasn't quite human after-all.   Maybe...I wasn't human to begin with,  maybe I was meant to be like...Walken.   That name kept echoing in my mind,  it was so hypnotic...I couldn't help but be entranced.   It was strange but it was in a good way.

In the middle of the night while my roommate Daniel was asleep next door,  I heard another series of low growls.   This would have usually put me off but this was out of the ordinary,  this wasn't coming from anywhere in the apartment,  oh no.

Now  normally I would have suspected this as being a monster attack or sighting but this was different -  my senses seem to have heightened to inhuman levels,  I could make out what the sound was perfectly.   It was my stomach,   burning with thirst and bloodlust.

I ran over to the fridge  to see if there were any cans of blood,  but alas there were none and it only made the thirst increase.   There was only one thing I could do,   I slinked off to Daniel's room and crept up while he was sleeping,  I sank my teeth into his neck as blood dripped from it,   I lapped up the blood happily before wiping my mouth.

"Well...that tasted pretty good."

"Of course it did,  it was real blood after all."

"Who said that?"

"Well...I did."

Turning around,   I couldn't believe what I was seeing,   it was Walken himself -  dressed in very elegant gothic clothing and looking quite alluring and vampiric,   in fact despite being 71 years old -  he looked so youthful,   his signature pale skin showing no signs of scarring,  decaying or aging.

"Christopher Walken?  What a marvelous surprise...what are you doing here?"

"Why...don't you remember,  fellow Walken?"

"Remember what?"

"Remember those dreams you had...in which you were me,   or just like me?"

"Yes..."

"Do you remember how good the transformation felt?"

"Yes."

"And how you just wanted to give in to the Walkenity taking over from within?"

"Yess..."

"Well...now it's happening to you."

"You mean?"

"Yes.."

"But how?"

"You are a 'Walken',  like me."

"A Walken?  But I'm human...at least I think I am."

"You are a Walken,  you always have  been one."

"Really?  But..."

"You are slowly but surely changing into your true Walkeny self."

"So i'm changing into a Walken?"

"Indeed,  you're becoming less human and more Walken-like."

"I don't understand that,  my parents are humans...how can I becoming a Walken?"

"Your parents may be human,  but you have  Walkeny blood in you. "

"Walken blood is inside me?  Hmmm.."

"You have always been a Walken at heart."

"I didn't know that."

"There is a lot about being a Walken that you don't know."

"Will you teach me?  Please?"

"I will...look into my eyes."

I looked up at Christopher Walken and gazed into his eyes as the trance-like state increased, all I wanted to do was sing,  dance,  roar,  hunt,  act,  growl and obey him.   And to be as wonderful and Walkeny as him.

"So beautiful.."

"Aren't they just so alluring?   And what about my voice,  isn't it hypnotic?"

"Yes,   master..."

"Makes you want to obey me,  doesn't it?"

"Nothing would make me happier,  master."

"That's a good Walken..."

"Am I a good Walken,  master?"

"Not yet,  but you will be."

Walken presented me with a bottle of fleshly slain blood and gave it to me.  A soft growl escaped his lips as he did so.

I looked up at him before I reached for it,  I happily suckled on it like a baby with a baby bottle and drank it all up as the trance increased further,  making everything that happened before a blur except for those things regarding Walken.

"Mmmm..blood is delicious."

"Of course it is...it's good for you,  good FOR YOU."

"Rrrr...master....I...i..."

"Yes,  my Walken?"

"I...I....want more cowbell...rrrrr!"

"You crave cowbell,  don't you?"

"Yess...oh so badly."

The hypnotic sound of cowbell tinked away in the background as I moaned slightly,   Walken turned to me and whispered in his signature way before placing a cowbell pendant around my neck.   It made a series of hypnotic tinkling sounds,  each time -  making me more and more addicted to its sound.   Cowbell sounded heavenly and just right.

"It is natural for you to crave cowbell.   You are becoming more Walkeny on the inside."

"And will I be Walkeny on the outside too?"

"Of course,  you will."

"Will the process hurt?"

"My dear Walken,   Walkenization only hurts if you resist."

"So if I give in,  submit and embrace it...I will feel better?"

"Oh yes...you certainly shall."

"When do I start transforming?"

"Now..."

I moaned slightly as a jolt of dark energy flowed through my body,  energizing me as Walken's aura began to work its magic.  Immediately,  all of my previous human thoughts faded away -  slowly replaced with Walken's own thoughts and bloodthirsty instincts - all I wanted to do was growl,  roar,  sing,  dance,  act and be as Walkeny as can be.

Visions or rather memories of being Walken himself came into view,  giving me a powerful sense of euphoria,  it was strange but it felt so right.   I was so blissfully entranced that I couldn't help but think pure Walkeny thoughts.   Yes...I was thinking about singing,  dancing and hunting and being oh so beautiful and Walkeny..

In my mind there was a glossy shimmering mirror,  the reflection was of Walken himself,   the sound of cowbell forever echoing on loop,   and Walken's voice echoing hypnotically and calling to me.   I saw a pair of aquamarine blue eyes peering out,   like those of the Hessian.

"Masterrr...I see a mirror.  And i'm a..."

"...A Walken?"

"Yes."

"Your reflection is of your true self."

"He's so beautiful and Walkeny."

"Of course he is,  and you shall be too."

I moaned a couple of more times but this time they sounded more like soft growls,  I felt so relaxed and so entranced.   So much so that I didn't even notice that my shirt was starting to feel a little bit flimsy and tight,  this was mainly because of my torso,  chest,  shoulders and stomach as well as my back -  sliming,  becoming much more lithe as a pale skintone crept up them, covering my upperbody in Walken's skintone.

It was during this time that my shirt shredded away to reveal my now Walken-like build from the waist up before reforming into an elegant black shirt resembling Walken's own,   skin imperfections fading away in the process.  

Looking at my arms,   I could see them stretch and elongate,  becoming more lithe as the same pale skintone as my fingers grew longer,   my knuckles becoming more pronounced as my fingernails lengthed and sharpened.    I now resembled Walken from the waist up,   but that wasn't the only part changing.

My nightpants peeled apart and reformed into a pair of elegant dress pants as my legs thinned,  growing longer and more lithe as the pale skintone crept up them,  making them look just like Walken's legs,  a brown belt materialized around my waist as my slipper socks reformed into a pair of black boots like his.

I felt like the whole room was shrinking but in actuality I was actually growing,  to 6'ft...which was Walken's height.   I growled a little as I looked at my changing appearance in the mirror, I couldn't help but feel entranced by it.

"Oh master...I'm coming along so nicely."

"Of course,  you're becoming quite beautiful and Walkeny."

"I can't wait to be like you,  master."

"Does it feel good?"

"Yes...it does."

"Becoming a Walken is a fantastic experience.   I am glad you like it."

"What do I  get to do with my Walken powers?"

"You are inhumanly strong and agile,  you have heightened senses..."

"What else,  master?"

"You can hypnotize human victims."

"I've always wanted to do that."

"You can make them into your minions,  bite them,  scratch them and infect them and turn them into Walkens and She-Hessians."

"So i'll have an army at my disposal?"

"Yes,  you will."

Walken reached for my neck and gently massaged it as my neckline elongating,  growing longer and thinner until it resembled his with the pale skintone to match,   my jaw-line shifted to become more angular as my chin narrowed out.     I moaned slightly as the pale skintone reached my face.

He then ran his fingers through my hair,  making it prickle up as it turned to a sandy brown almost blonde colour and developing a texture and style much like his own.   My eyebrows thinned out and turned the same colour as my hair as my forehead elevated itself higher up,  I looked up at him and growled softly.

In the process my eyes turned from hazel brown to icy blue with green inner rings as they spread out,   becoming narrower and slightly sunken.    Such beautiful hypnotic eyes,  so alluring,  so captivating.

My nose altered to become like Walken's nose as my lips thinned as they contorted to a crescentian shape while the tips became pointed.   Very Walken-like lips might I add.  I growled slightly as this was happening.

I licked my lips as I felt my teeth while they lengthened and sharpened as my canines extended to become fangs,   while the rest of my teeth became pointed and Hessian-like.
My facial structure altered -  becoming more brachy/mesoian in shape,   Slavic,  gaunt,  haunting,  but still leonine without actually being cat-like,  long,   sculpted and of course Walkenly.  I now resembled Christopher Walken himself completely.

Of course my changes did not finish there,   my voice grew lower and deeper,  becoming gravelly and very rough and monotonous but still with plenty of emotion,    in the process becoming very distinctive and hypnotic -  with that familiar Walken accent and set of mannerisms and speech patterns develop.  

By now all of Walken's traits and memories replaced my old ones as my Walken-like instincts developed along with my new powers.  

I let out a loud,  fierce Hessian-like roar as my transformation completed,  I was longer the human once known as Nathan....I was Christopher Walken and I was ready to hunt.   A perfectly Walkenly copy of the original Walken himself complete with all of his traits,   as well as his hypnotic powers.

"Are you ready to hunt,   my Walken?"

"Yesss....masterrrr..."

My roommate woke up just in time to see what was happening,  he was completely shocked when he saw there were two Christopher Walkens standing next to eachother.   I growled as I sniffed him.

"Nathan?  Is that you in there?"

"Who is this Nathan you speak of?  I am Christopher Walken,  but you can call me Chris."

"But...you're my friend/roommate Nathan,  remember?"

"I used to think of you as my friend,  but now...I think of you as prey.   AAAAWR!"

I leaped with inhuman agility over to where my roommate was,   knowing that I had already bitten him before and drained his blood.   There was only one thing left to do,  convert him into a Walken too.

"Nathan!  Please!  Stop!"

"My name is Chris...don't you forget it."

"Please...please don't hurt me!"

"Hurt you?  Oh,  but i've already done what I need to do."

"What are you talking about?"

"While you were sleeping,   I bit you and drank your blood. "

"Is that why there is a bite mark on my neck?"

"Yes.  Of course I was turning back then."

"You mean...you were in the middle of becoming a W--W-Walken?"

"Yes,  but still..once a Walken/Hessian or She-Hessian bites or scratches a human..."

"Oh nooo..."

"...That human becomes a Walken/Hessian or She-Hessian.   Now all it takes is some hypnotic persuasion and you'll be a part of our Walken army."

"But I don't want to be a Walken!  They're evil!"

"Relax,  and look into my eyes..."

"Oh...i..."

"Shhh.."

I put my long Walken-like finger to his lips and shushed him,   growling softly as my already blue eyes turned aquamarine and gave off a hypnotic glare,    of course Daniel tried to avoid my gaze but he soon found it increasingly hard.

He found himself unable to look away as he gazed into my eyes,  falling into a blissful trance-like state before slowly but surely turning from a human male into a Walken just like me and the original Walken.     Once his transformation was done,  he was a Walken -  like me and Walken himself.

"How do you feel about Walkens now?"

"Oh master,   us Walkens are so beautiful.  I love Walkens!"

"And how do you feel about being one?"

"I feel nothing but pure bliss. I think we should share this gift with all the humans in the neighbourhood."

"Yes,  you can help us build our Walken army."

"I can?  Oh,  master...you're so nice!"

Walken himself looked up at us with a proud expression on his face,  smiling and revealing his own sharpened teeth.   He growled in approval as Daniel and I went over to him,  growling ever so happily.

"Thank you Master Walken!"

"You're welcome."

"What is our next task,  master?"

"Share the gift of Walkenity with all the humans in the neighbourhood,   convert them into Walkens and build the army of Walkens."

"Yes,  master -  we shall not fail you."

"Good.   But before we start...it's time to get you two into your brand new home."

With that the background changed around us to become a dark gothic looking castle setting with furniture being replaced with royal looking furniture with the  Hessian styled insignia on the back of it,   the big bean bag chair by the television shifting to become Walken's throne as several severed heads were displayed inside a replica of the tree of the dead.   Within seconds,  the whole place was now a Walkens Lair and a marvelous gothic palace.

After that Daniel and I went around Walkenizing all the humans in town and building up the Walken army which still carries on to this day.    I now serve under Walken as an alpha Walken alongside my various friends and of course my beloved master Jon,  who proved to be the best friend a Walken could ever have.  

That is the story of how I became the Walken I am today,  remember my dear friends - If you have experienced all these things late at night,   then you might become a Walken or a She-Hessian yourself.