Weapon Of Choice
Weapon Of Choice by Monstermaster13
Disclaimer:
This is a story told from my characters point of view and thus is fictional, if you think it is real - you are either trying too hard to be a troll or A-Logger or are just looking for an excuse to search for particularly weird stuff. But please remember, most of this is made up - so please remember this isn't real except to my beloved followers.
NOTE:
This story is based on the Weapon Of Choice music video and features a Walken transformation and hypnosis.
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You know those dreams in which you are flying and feel like you're on top of the world? Well I have plenty of those. Because i'm not like any of you, i'm actually Walken - the one and only alpha Walken who can turn others.
And I have taken great pride in converting others into members of my beloved army. In my dreams I would often find myself transforming into Walken himself or a role he's played. But I always woke up disappointed to find I wasn't him, but yet deep down i've always felt more like him than I did myself.
I guess I owe it all to intense conditioning processes in which Walken instincts and traits slowly but surely formed in my mind, making me ever so loyal and obedient to my master.
Jon, was and will always be the perfect Walken-master. He always knew how to make me a happy Walken, the transformations from human to Walken were always the best part to me - just so addicting and hypnotic - I was always entranced by them.
Because deep down...I think we all have a bit of Walken in us. Tonight was going to be a very special night for me I could tell. I was on holiday in the LA hotel or as it used to be called the Gold Marriot, yes - the one from the music video. I had recently dreamed of letting my Walkeny instincts take hold and recreating it.
I was waiting in the lobby, in my human form - just doing nothing but looking around - nothing seemed to be making any sound apart from the noise coming from the machine that was cleaning up a mess on the floor.
It appeared as if time was frozen and I was the only one moving. I was feeling rather dejected and glum, nothing was going on, I was sitting in a plush chair as I sighed. That was until I heard Jon's voice from nearby.
"It's quiet...isn't it, my Walken?"
"Yes, master - it is."
"What do you say we change that?"
"Yes...this place could use a little livening up."
"This could use a 'Walken's touch, couldn't it?"
"Oh yes."
"My Walken...tell me...which music video does this hotel remind you of?"
"Weapon Of Choice."
"Well done."
"Yes, this is the hotel from the music video..."
"All it needs now is the music and the Walken.."
As if on cue - the opening part of the iconic Weapon Of Choice tune started playing, and immediately I felt myself fall into a deep, soothing trance-like state as my mindset started to shift - Walkeny instincts, memories and traits flowing through my mind - causing me to instinctively drop the magazine I was reading. I twitched a little and opened my eyes, my eyes giving off a supernatural glow and turning blue as I did so.
"Mmm...yes...I remember.."
"Of course you do. After all, the first time you did it - it just felt so natural to just let those Walkeny instincts take hold. And listen to the cowbell...doesn't it sound lovely?"
"I love cowbell, master...I can never get enough of it."
"I know how you can get more of it."
"Hmm?"
"We have the music now all we need is Walken..."
"You mean?"
"Yes...you are Walken, give into those instincts and dance up a storm. As you do, you will become more and more Walken-like with each step."
Being the obedient Walken I was, I obeyed him as I nodded - given that the sound of cowbell was in the actual song itself - it was a very easy trigger for my Walken instincts, I got up and took a few deep breaths as the background tone changed to a sepia tone. The song played as I got up and danced, mimicking Walken's steps perfectly - letting my Walkeny instincts kick in and guide me.
It felt so good to just let loose and dance like the good Walken was, after all - all that mattered to me was dancing, singing, hunting, and being ever so Walkeny. Trivial human things did not matter to me, in fact I completely forgot the events prior to this and just focussed on dancing, because dancing was my passion.
Each step of the dance triggered a different phase of the transformation, with each Walkeny dance move I did the more Walkeny I got. The little amount of body hair and other skin-imperfections simply faded away, melting into nothing to be replaced with beautiful, pale ghostly Walken-like skin that crept up my legs, my jeans twisting, contorting and peeling apart to reform into the pants of an elegant business suit. Naturally my legs elongated and stretched, growing longer and thinner, lengthening until they were Walken's legs.
With my new legs came the urge to dance even more and I gave in, fully allowing the Walkeny instincts to take over - controlling every step of my movement. Instinctively, I got up on the table and started dancing once more - kicking and tap-dancing, showing off my new moves as my sneakers slowly morphed into an elegant pair of black business shoes. My feet and legs now looking more Walkeny in appearance. Noticing the belt that had now wrapped itself around my waist, I gave a smile as I admired my changing form.
My torso, chest, back and stomach were the next to slim down as the pale skintone from before - I saw my t-shirt and jacket slowly peeling away and reforming into the top half of the buisness suit.
In the process my arms slimmed down and extended, growing longer and thinner - as the pale skintone crept up them and on the front and backs of my hands, my hands morphing to resemble Walken's hands with the knuckles becoming sharper and more pronounced, as my fingers grew slightly longer.
I pranced merrily over to the doors as they opened on my command, swinging through them before heading over to the front of the lobby and hitting the bell gently, causing it to make a happy dinging sound. I felt myself slowly growing taller as I shot up from my normal height to 6'ft, my frame was much more lithe and Walken-like now. I danced back through the doors and jumped onto a luggage cart, spinning around on it before jumping off it
Next I set my sets on the escalator as I stepped up onto it and moved my upperbody to the beat of the music, running up and down the steps in time, feeling so happy and energetic - just lettting it all go and letting my Walkeny instinct take over.
I pranced down to the corridor as the Walkeny instincts guided me, it felt so natural to move like this and with so much energy, doing a sommersault as I leaped - I got up on the table and did a few kicks and flips, kicking off all the magazines and papers. I let out a soft growl as the pale skintone reached my neck, allowing my neckline to elongate and become thinner - becoming like Walken's neck as a red tie formed around my neck.
Next, I headed towards the elevator - signalling for it to open with my right hand before stepping inside it. The elevator lifted me up to the balcony as my face paled to match the rest of my skintone, my hair slowly turning a sandy brown almost blonde color as it prickled up, becoming Walken's hair in style and texture before straightening a bit. My eyes turned from brown to icy blue with dark green inner rings as they grew narrower, becoming slightly sunken in the process.
My eyebrows thinned and turned sandy brown to match my hair as my ears flattened also becoming slightly pointed at the tips, my forehead elevating itself higher up - becoming Walken's forehead. My lips thinned out, curving into a crescentian shape with pointed tips as my nose shrank a little, my features slowly altering to be more brachyian in appearance as my cheekbones sharpened, my cheeks becoming slightly sunken as my chin narrowed out, making my jaw-line more angular.
All of my Walkeny instincts and thoughts took over completely as I rushed over to the balcony, jumped off it and flew gracefully through the air, to the ceiling and walls of the hotel room.
It felt so natural to just let my Walkeny instincts take over, because that's what I was...a 'Walken', a good loyal obedient Walken, whose only desires are to roar, growl, act, sing, hunt and to dance as well as to obey Jon, my beloved master.
As I landed back down on the ground I took a deep breath, my voice deepened and lowered, altering in tone until it matched Walken's own, with the New York accent - plus with the stoic and hypnotic mannerisms to go with it, all of my speech patterns becoming Walken's own as the transformation completed. I sat back down on the armchair, proudly admiring my own feats and my transformation.
"I am and always will be Walken.."
"Yes, you are."
"Did I go good, master?"
"Yes, you did."
"I feel a lot better now too."
"I knew you would, after all - you do enjoy being your Walkeny self, don't you Chris?"
"Oh yes...I do.."
Two men from nearby stood there astonished in reaction to what had happened before, both of them couldn't believe their eyes - for what they witnessed was beyond supernatural in more ways than one.
"Did you just see what I saw earlier?"
"You mean a man turning into Christopher Walken and breaking out into a dance number and then flying?"
"Yeah..how did you know?"
"I saw it too. And I still don't know how they did it."
"It's Walken...don't question it."
"Sorry."
With that I turned to Jon, my beloved master and hugged him before slinking off - free to be my Walkeny self once again. Being a human was okay but deep down I will always be Walken, my wonderful Walkeny self.
The lesson here is do not be afraid to be yourself, but if you do be yourself - at least have fun with it - no one wants to be boring now, do they? Of course not.
Disclaimer:
This is a story told from my characters point of view and thus is fictional, if you think it is real - you are either trying too hard to be a troll or A-Logger or are just looking for an excuse to search for particularly weird stuff. But please remember, most of this is made up - so please remember this isn't real except to my beloved followers.
NOTE:
This story is based on the Weapon Of Choice music video and features a Walken transformation and hypnosis.
------------------------------------------------
You know those dreams in which you are flying and feel like you're on top of the world? Well I have plenty of those. Because i'm not like any of you, i'm actually Walken - the one and only alpha Walken who can turn others.
And I have taken great pride in converting others into members of my beloved army. In my dreams I would often find myself transforming into Walken himself or a role he's played. But I always woke up disappointed to find I wasn't him, but yet deep down i've always felt more like him than I did myself.
I guess I owe it all to intense conditioning processes in which Walken instincts and traits slowly but surely formed in my mind, making me ever so loyal and obedient to my master.
Jon, was and will always be the perfect Walken-master. He always knew how to make me a happy Walken, the transformations from human to Walken were always the best part to me - just so addicting and hypnotic - I was always entranced by them.
Because deep down...I think we all have a bit of Walken in us. Tonight was going to be a very special night for me I could tell. I was on holiday in the LA hotel or as it used to be called the Gold Marriot, yes - the one from the music video. I had recently dreamed of letting my Walkeny instincts take hold and recreating it.
I was waiting in the lobby, in my human form - just doing nothing but looking around - nothing seemed to be making any sound apart from the noise coming from the machine that was cleaning up a mess on the floor.
It appeared as if time was frozen and I was the only one moving. I was feeling rather dejected and glum, nothing was going on, I was sitting in a plush chair as I sighed. That was until I heard Jon's voice from nearby.
"It's quiet...isn't it, my Walken?"
"Yes, master - it is."
"What do you say we change that?"
"Yes...this place could use a little livening up."
"This could use a 'Walken's touch, couldn't it?"
"Oh yes."
"My Walken...tell me...which music video does this hotel remind you of?"
"Weapon Of Choice."
"Well done."
"Yes, this is the hotel from the music video..."
"All it needs now is the music and the Walken.."
As if on cue - the opening part of the iconic Weapon Of Choice tune started playing, and immediately I felt myself fall into a deep, soothing trance-like state as my mindset started to shift - Walkeny instincts, memories and traits flowing through my mind - causing me to instinctively drop the magazine I was reading. I twitched a little and opened my eyes, my eyes giving off a supernatural glow and turning blue as I did so.
"Mmm...yes...I remember.."
"Of course you do. After all, the first time you did it - it just felt so natural to just let those Walkeny instincts take hold. And listen to the cowbell...doesn't it sound lovely?"
"I love cowbell, master...I can never get enough of it."
"I know how you can get more of it."
"Hmm?"
"We have the music now all we need is Walken..."
"You mean?"
"Yes...you are Walken, give into those instincts and dance up a storm. As you do, you will become more and more Walken-like with each step."
Being the obedient Walken I was, I obeyed him as I nodded - given that the sound of cowbell was in the actual song itself - it was a very easy trigger for my Walken instincts, I got up and took a few deep breaths as the background tone changed to a sepia tone. The song played as I got up and danced, mimicking Walken's steps perfectly - letting my Walkeny instincts kick in and guide me.
It felt so good to just let loose and dance like the good Walken was, after all - all that mattered to me was dancing, singing, hunting, and being ever so Walkeny. Trivial human things did not matter to me, in fact I completely forgot the events prior to this and just focussed on dancing, because dancing was my passion.
Each step of the dance triggered a different phase of the transformation, with each Walkeny dance move I did the more Walkeny I got. The little amount of body hair and other skin-imperfections simply faded away, melting into nothing to be replaced with beautiful, pale ghostly Walken-like skin that crept up my legs, my jeans twisting, contorting and peeling apart to reform into the pants of an elegant business suit. Naturally my legs elongated and stretched, growing longer and thinner, lengthening until they were Walken's legs.
With my new legs came the urge to dance even more and I gave in, fully allowing the Walkeny instincts to take over - controlling every step of my movement. Instinctively, I got up on the table and started dancing once more - kicking and tap-dancing, showing off my new moves as my sneakers slowly morphed into an elegant pair of black business shoes. My feet and legs now looking more Walkeny in appearance. Noticing the belt that had now wrapped itself around my waist, I gave a smile as I admired my changing form.
My torso, chest, back and stomach were the next to slim down as the pale skintone from before - I saw my t-shirt and jacket slowly peeling away and reforming into the top half of the buisness suit.
In the process my arms slimmed down and extended, growing longer and thinner - as the pale skintone crept up them and on the front and backs of my hands, my hands morphing to resemble Walken's hands with the knuckles becoming sharper and more pronounced, as my fingers grew slightly longer.
I pranced merrily over to the doors as they opened on my command, swinging through them before heading over to the front of the lobby and hitting the bell gently, causing it to make a happy dinging sound. I felt myself slowly growing taller as I shot up from my normal height to 6'ft, my frame was much more lithe and Walken-like now. I danced back through the doors and jumped onto a luggage cart, spinning around on it before jumping off it
Next I set my sets on the escalator as I stepped up onto it and moved my upperbody to the beat of the music, running up and down the steps in time, feeling so happy and energetic - just lettting it all go and letting my Walkeny instinct take over.
I pranced down to the corridor as the Walkeny instincts guided me, it felt so natural to move like this and with so much energy, doing a sommersault as I leaped - I got up on the table and did a few kicks and flips, kicking off all the magazines and papers. I let out a soft growl as the pale skintone reached my neck, allowing my neckline to elongate and become thinner - becoming like Walken's neck as a red tie formed around my neck.
Next, I headed towards the elevator - signalling for it to open with my right hand before stepping inside it. The elevator lifted me up to the balcony as my face paled to match the rest of my skintone, my hair slowly turning a sandy brown almost blonde color as it prickled up, becoming Walken's hair in style and texture before straightening a bit. My eyes turned from brown to icy blue with dark green inner rings as they grew narrower, becoming slightly sunken in the process.
My eyebrows thinned and turned sandy brown to match my hair as my ears flattened also becoming slightly pointed at the tips, my forehead elevating itself higher up - becoming Walken's forehead. My lips thinned out, curving into a crescentian shape with pointed tips as my nose shrank a little, my features slowly altering to be more brachyian in appearance as my cheekbones sharpened, my cheeks becoming slightly sunken as my chin narrowed out, making my jaw-line more angular.
All of my Walkeny instincts and thoughts took over completely as I rushed over to the balcony, jumped off it and flew gracefully through the air, to the ceiling and walls of the hotel room.
It felt so natural to just let my Walkeny instincts take over, because that's what I was...a 'Walken', a good loyal obedient Walken, whose only desires are to roar, growl, act, sing, hunt and to dance as well as to obey Jon, my beloved master.
As I landed back down on the ground I took a deep breath, my voice deepened and lowered, altering in tone until it matched Walken's own, with the New York accent - plus with the stoic and hypnotic mannerisms to go with it, all of my speech patterns becoming Walken's own as the transformation completed. I sat back down on the armchair, proudly admiring my own feats and my transformation.
"I am and always will be Walken.."
"Yes, you are."
"Did I go good, master?"
"Yes, you did."
"I feel a lot better now too."
"I knew you would, after all - you do enjoy being your Walkeny self, don't you Chris?"
"Oh yes...I do.."
Two men from nearby stood there astonished in reaction to what had happened before, both of them couldn't believe their eyes - for what they witnessed was beyond supernatural in more ways than one.
"Did you just see what I saw earlier?"
"You mean a man turning into Christopher Walken and breaking out into a dance number and then flying?"
"Yeah..how did you know?"
"I saw it too. And I still don't know how they did it."
"It's Walken...don't question it."
"Sorry."
With that I turned to Jon, my beloved master and hugged him before slinking off - free to be my Walkeny self once again. Being a human was okay but deep down I will always be Walken, my wonderful Walkeny self.
The lesson here is do not be afraid to be yourself, but if you do be yourself - at least have fun with it - no one wants to be boring now, do they? Of course not.
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