Becoming My Enemy
Becoming My Enemy
Russell Brand tf/MC.
NOTE:
This is a first person transformation of my character into Russell Brand, it involves a lot of corruption and MC and contains various supernatural elements. And this also is a horror comedy in some aspects. Do not read this if you don't like this sort of thing or if you find the idea frightening in anyway. This is also part of the Russell/nightmare storyarc so it isn't canon with the other storylines. This also has Brand himself as the villain and uses elements from my Russell related nightmares.
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It's hard to explain really, how it all resulted in me becoming like this. Well I guess being supernatural has something to do with it, but still you know...when most people say they're their own worst enemy...they don't usually mean it, in my case....I literally have been turned into my own worst enemy, as in i've been turned into Russell Brand. I've gone from being the one everyone counts on to save the day or night to the guy everyone now reviles and hates, it's just so traumatic. I guess I should start at the beginning.
I was having another one of those horrific visions again...this time I was trying to get my arch enemy British comedian turned revolutionary nutjob Russell Brand to leave me alone for good and it wasn't going well, no matter where I went there he was - always stalking me and trying to corrupt me. I wasn't going to have any of it, I tried everything and still...I couldn't rid myself of him in anyway.
So after pretty much trying to escape from him, I decided the only way to get him to leave me was to surrender. It was clear that I wasn't strong enough to defeat him and he was too powerful for me to fight on my own, so I did the only thing I could. I stopped running for a few seconds to take a breather, although I thought this was a bad idea...it was the only way for me to attempt to end this.
"I've had it. I really have had it. No wonder where I go, you're always there. You're always trying to come after me and you have succeeded. If you're out there Russell Brand, I just want you to know that I give up...you win."
"Did someone say my two favorite words?"
"Yeah...I did..."
I turned around to see who replied to me and speak of the devil - there he was, Russell Brand - my arch nemesis, who had been stalking me for many sleepless nights and making my eternal life a living hell. He looked at me with a devious smile as he slinked over in my direction. He was just as horrific as always. Then again..he's Russell Brand. He's always freaking people out. And despite being undead, he wasn't in the least bit grotesque looking or decayed in anyway. Then again Brand was already disgusting enough as is.
"Hello Nathan..."
"Hello Russell."
"So what's all this I hear?"
"Well...in case you didn't hear me I said that no matter where I go, you're always there and you're always trying to come after me and it's just no use. I cannot escape you, you're everywhere and i've just about had it. I just want you to leave me alone. I give up, that's right, you've heard me...I give up...you win."
"I knew you'd come around sooner or later."
"Russell...i'm only doing this so that you'll leave me alone. I'll do anything."
"Anything , you say? Well then my friend. Allow me to help you with that. While I may not be able to make it so that you'll be free from my wrath, I can at least make it easier for you to cope with me."
"Hang on a minute...I have a very horrible feeling about this."
"Relax, all that i'm going to do is make it easier for you to cope with being around me. And i've got a great, marvelous, even spectacular idea on how i'm going to do it. And it will change things for the better."
"Funny, you said the same thing about your 'revolution' and that plan didn't work either. Not to mention the Arthur remake, your marriage to Katy Perry that didn't last long...I could go on and on about your past failures."
"Oh my, you're always full of wisecracks, aren't you. Of course you are, it's one of the things I like about you and I like how fierce and resistant you are. You're much more resilient than my previous victims were too."
"Alright...what do I have to do?"
"Come closer to me and i'll tell you."
Russell hissed to himself a few times as he walked around me in a slinky, confident and sly manner - giving me a slightly wicked pseudo-smirk as he did so. I sighed as I leaned in closer and he whispered in my ears. He then gestured to what appeared to be a contract of some kind and immediately I knew where this was going to go. I gulped slightly as I reached over to sign it, carefully I took out my pen and signed it.
"Are you sure there isn't anything else..."
"Well..."
"There's always one of these 'well...' parts isn't there? Of course there is..."
"Well you're about to find out..."
He smirked a little as he made his way closer to me, he gave a wicked fanged smirk as I began to feel extremely epicene and very disorientated and also rather ill - I coughed several times as my shoulders ached a little. I felt like he had poisoned me or something and that I was going to die, but I felt that what was going to happen would be much worse than death itself and i've died many times before.
I groaned a little in discomfort and agony as I felt waves of pain jolting through my body, causing me to keel over a little bit while clutching my stomach. I coughed a few more additional times as I felt several chills go down my spine, my aura was rapidly darkening and becoming more sinister in nature. But little did I know my aura wasn't the only thing changing, in fact my appearance was starting to alter as well and it started with what appeared to be hairs sprouting on my chest, but these weren't the same color as my own hair...these were jet black, thin jet black hairs.
"What? Oh my god...what the heck is happening to me? Why do I feel so ill and why do I have these disgusting black hairs on my chest? Wait a minute, these hairs look like yours...no, it can't be."
"Oh but it is..."
"I'm starting to turn into you...no, no, no...no. This can't be happening. This has to be some kind of mistake. Russell, tell me this wasn't there in the contract. Please tell me this wasn't in the contract. This just has to be some kind of mistake I can tell."
"Oh, how I wish I could tell you in the most eloquent manner I know of that it wasn't in the contract but what do you know? It is, I guess that means you're transforming into me. How delightful."
"What? You told me that by signing the contract it would help make dealing with your a lot easier and you said nothing about this. I checked the fine print and everything, and you said this sort of thing wasn't going to happen."
"Did I say that? Well I kind of lied a little.."
"Aaaagh...you are so dead, Brand...so dead."
I snarled and panted as I clutched my stomach, trying as hard as I could to get up. I couldn't believe this was happening, I was starting to turn into my own arch enemy. I just wanted him to leave me alone, I didn't want to be him. This was all sounding really horrifying to me, and I wanted to get out of here before the transformation got any worse, which unfortunately I know it would.
Hissing and snarling several times in anguish, I could feel more unpleasant changes happening as my skin paled a little and took on the same semi-rugged texture and appearance as Russell's skin. My whole body started to contort and alter as it gained 175lbs of muscle starting with my chest and torso along with my arms, spiked bracers formed around my wrists as my fingernails lengthened and sharpened, becoming akin to claws while a pair of black leathery gloves materialized on my hands.
All sorts of dark, insane and twisted thoughts began to fill my mind, and it was getting difficult for me to think straight...all I could think about was about how good the blood of those who have wronged me would taste in my mouth as bloodlust began to influence my way of thinking. I grunted a few times as I tried to fight these new urges, while my body shifted to become more lithe as the process moved itself to my legs and my feet.
"Ooooh...look at you...you're coming along quite nicely."
"You know, the only reason why I signed that contract...urrrgh, it was because I wanted you to leave me alone. Brand, I wanted to get rid of you NOT become you. And I should have known you were going to pull this on me..."
"Aaaaw come now...is being me really all that awful?"
"Yes...it is...you're a horrible excuse for a comedian, a boyfriend/husband and an everything else as well. Being you to me is my worst nightmare and now it's coming true, i'm becoming you and I DON'T want this."
I felt more uncomfortable changes happening as my clothing slowly peeled away, reforming into a see through top of a leathery variety which happened to be black, my jeans slowly reforming into a pair of slim but form-fitting black leather trousers as several belts snaked around my much slimmer waist. My shoes slowly hardening and turning black before reshaping into a pair of black leather boots. A Sanskrit tattoo and a tattoo of the number 33 appearing on parts of my torso and under my arms as the process continued. I groaned out in agony as I arched my back, while I shot up in height to 6'1.
Feeling the pain coursing through my body, I panted several times as the changes progressed further, this time progressing all the way up to my neckline which was stretching to become longer to go with my build along with my shoulders. I grunted as I held my hand in agony...it felt like invisible hands were pulling my hair as my hair slowly tangled itself up as it grew longer and messier, taking on a back-combed style as it blackened. I closed my eyes and hoped it was just a nightmare but this was all too real.
"Aaaagh...my hair!"
"Yes....I think it looks marvelous on you."
"Well it looks horrible on me and this whole thing is atrocious, I don't want to be like you at ALL. I would rather die than be like you. Which I have - countless times
in fact. In fact i'd rather die right now than turn into you..."
"You say that now but just you wait..."
The whole process was just getting more and more torturous for me, so much so that I wish this whole thing was just a nightmare or one of my visions. But sadly, it was very real and it was causing me intense pain and agony, I couldn't stand it...I was mortified beyond belief, I was turning into Russell and I didn't want this at all. I cried out as loudly as I could for help but no one could hear me.
I was stuck right here undergo the most torturous process known to man and monster alike, this process was one that would make Seth Brundle's transformation into Brundlefly look tame by comparison. I coughed several times and held my head in agony, as my memories and thoughts slowly began to darken and warp...as more bloodthirsty traits and instincts surfaced in my mind. My eyebrows thickened a little and turned black as they arched, my eyes which were already brown darkened as they widened as black eyeliner was applied around them. My nose shrank a little as my facial features morphed and reshaped themselves, becoming less recognizable by the minute while my lips shifted a little, my cheekbones became more pronounced and slightly visible facial scruff grew around my jawline.
With a few crunching sounds my facial features morphed and reshaped themselves further until I was pretty much a dead ringer for Russell himself, I cried several times as everything prior to this was becoming a complete blur and my memories and thoughts were replaced with Russell's, and I couldn't stand it...but yet...why did it feel so good? Why did becoming this evil, sadistic, twisted arch enemy of mine feel good?
I tried to be resilient and I attempted numerous times to fight it but it was just too horrifying for words and it was just getting too difficult for me, especially since I was starting to think a lot more like him now as my intelligence increased and even darker thoughts filled my mind, I screamed out several more times as my voice altered to match my appearance, shifting to become more over-the-top in nature before gaining an Essex accent and becoming his voice, in addition to this my expression curled itself into a sly pseudo-smirk as my teeth altered and transformed, becoming like his teeth with the canines extending and sharpening to become akin to fangs while the rest of my teeth developed feral points.
The few remains of my old memories and thoughts slipped away as Russell's mindset took over and as the transformation completed itself, I fully was Russell in body as well as in mind, which is to say...that now I was literally my own worst enemy. Normally this would have been horrifying to me, but i'm Russell now and I love it. I mean I maybe bad but I feel oh so good. You know what they say....evil does indeed feel good and yes - Evil Is Sexy as well. I licked my lips in a very sly and seductive manner, hissing a little as I did so.
"Now how you feel about being me?"
"Oh...yessss...I love it so much."
"See? I knew you'd come around eventually."
I nodded as Russell himself patted me on the back while dark supernatural energy jolted through me, giving me his dark supernatural powers as well. And to me that was the icing on this deliciously evil and sensual cake, for I was Russell Brand and I knew that I could use these powers to get back at the people who wronged me, they laughed at me, they made me look like a moron, they made fun of my brilliantly crafted revolution. They ruined my chances of trying to get them to take me seriously.
But no more...no more. I was now ready to exact my vengeance on them, for I am Russell Brand and soon the whole world shall be my own personal nightmarish Ponderland. The guy who you wanted to get to the greek is now back from the dead and back for revenge. And this time, the 'Revolution' is of monstrous proportions. And so with that, I followed the original Russell to a place where I could find lots of people to make into my loyal legion of fans. Of course within a matter of minutes I already made quick work of the place, finding plenty of fan-girls to corrupt and feed on the blood of. Their love for me keeps me strong alive with their delicious blood.
As for what happened next...well let's just say my revolution has just begun and you're all coming with me. Soon, you'll see that the name Russell Brand is no laughing matter and neither am I. As I pontificate about what i'm going to you all once I arrive, I can already hear you panicking and screaming. Ah yes, you fear me now...that is good. I love it when my future fans cower like that. Because you should all be fearing me. I am Russell Brand, the most dangerous and bloodthirsty comedian alive and I will make them all pay, oh yes I will...I will make them pay.
Russell Brand tf/MC.
NOTE:
This is a first person transformation of my character into Russell Brand, it involves a lot of corruption and MC and contains various supernatural elements. And this also is a horror comedy in some aspects. Do not read this if you don't like this sort of thing or if you find the idea frightening in anyway. This is also part of the Russell/nightmare storyarc so it isn't canon with the other storylines. This also has Brand himself as the villain and uses elements from my Russell related nightmares.
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It's hard to explain really, how it all resulted in me becoming like this. Well I guess being supernatural has something to do with it, but still you know...when most people say they're their own worst enemy...they don't usually mean it, in my case....I literally have been turned into my own worst enemy, as in i've been turned into Russell Brand. I've gone from being the one everyone counts on to save the day or night to the guy everyone now reviles and hates, it's just so traumatic. I guess I should start at the beginning.
I was having another one of those horrific visions again...this time I was trying to get my arch enemy British comedian turned revolutionary nutjob Russell Brand to leave me alone for good and it wasn't going well, no matter where I went there he was - always stalking me and trying to corrupt me. I wasn't going to have any of it, I tried everything and still...I couldn't rid myself of him in anyway.
So after pretty much trying to escape from him, I decided the only way to get him to leave me was to surrender. It was clear that I wasn't strong enough to defeat him and he was too powerful for me to fight on my own, so I did the only thing I could. I stopped running for a few seconds to take a breather, although I thought this was a bad idea...it was the only way for me to attempt to end this.
"I've had it. I really have had it. No wonder where I go, you're always there. You're always trying to come after me and you have succeeded. If you're out there Russell Brand, I just want you to know that I give up...you win."
"Did someone say my two favorite words?"
"Yeah...I did..."
I turned around to see who replied to me and speak of the devil - there he was, Russell Brand - my arch nemesis, who had been stalking me for many sleepless nights and making my eternal life a living hell. He looked at me with a devious smile as he slinked over in my direction. He was just as horrific as always. Then again..he's Russell Brand. He's always freaking people out. And despite being undead, he wasn't in the least bit grotesque looking or decayed in anyway. Then again Brand was already disgusting enough as is.
"Hello Nathan..."
"Hello Russell."
"So what's all this I hear?"
"Well...in case you didn't hear me I said that no matter where I go, you're always there and you're always trying to come after me and it's just no use. I cannot escape you, you're everywhere and i've just about had it. I just want you to leave me alone. I give up, that's right, you've heard me...I give up...you win."
"I knew you'd come around sooner or later."
"Russell...i'm only doing this so that you'll leave me alone. I'll do anything."
"Anything , you say? Well then my friend. Allow me to help you with that. While I may not be able to make it so that you'll be free from my wrath, I can at least make it easier for you to cope with me."
"Hang on a minute...I have a very horrible feeling about this."
"Relax, all that i'm going to do is make it easier for you to cope with being around me. And i've got a great, marvelous, even spectacular idea on how i'm going to do it. And it will change things for the better."
"Funny, you said the same thing about your 'revolution' and that plan didn't work either. Not to mention the Arthur remake, your marriage to Katy Perry that didn't last long...I could go on and on about your past failures."
"Oh my, you're always full of wisecracks, aren't you. Of course you are, it's one of the things I like about you and I like how fierce and resistant you are. You're much more resilient than my previous victims were too."
"Alright...what do I have to do?"
"Come closer to me and i'll tell you."
Russell hissed to himself a few times as he walked around me in a slinky, confident and sly manner - giving me a slightly wicked pseudo-smirk as he did so. I sighed as I leaned in closer and he whispered in my ears. He then gestured to what appeared to be a contract of some kind and immediately I knew where this was going to go. I gulped slightly as I reached over to sign it, carefully I took out my pen and signed it.
"Are you sure there isn't anything else..."
"Well..."
"There's always one of these 'well...' parts isn't there? Of course there is..."
"Well you're about to find out..."
He smirked a little as he made his way closer to me, he gave a wicked fanged smirk as I began to feel extremely epicene and very disorientated and also rather ill - I coughed several times as my shoulders ached a little. I felt like he had poisoned me or something and that I was going to die, but I felt that what was going to happen would be much worse than death itself and i've died many times before.
I groaned a little in discomfort and agony as I felt waves of pain jolting through my body, causing me to keel over a little bit while clutching my stomach. I coughed a few more additional times as I felt several chills go down my spine, my aura was rapidly darkening and becoming more sinister in nature. But little did I know my aura wasn't the only thing changing, in fact my appearance was starting to alter as well and it started with what appeared to be hairs sprouting on my chest, but these weren't the same color as my own hair...these were jet black, thin jet black hairs.
"What? Oh my god...what the heck is happening to me? Why do I feel so ill and why do I have these disgusting black hairs on my chest? Wait a minute, these hairs look like yours...no, it can't be."
"Oh but it is..."
"I'm starting to turn into you...no, no, no...no. This can't be happening. This has to be some kind of mistake. Russell, tell me this wasn't there in the contract. Please tell me this wasn't in the contract. This just has to be some kind of mistake I can tell."
"Oh, how I wish I could tell you in the most eloquent manner I know of that it wasn't in the contract but what do you know? It is, I guess that means you're transforming into me. How delightful."
"What? You told me that by signing the contract it would help make dealing with your a lot easier and you said nothing about this. I checked the fine print and everything, and you said this sort of thing wasn't going to happen."
"Did I say that? Well I kind of lied a little.."
"Aaaagh...you are so dead, Brand...so dead."
I snarled and panted as I clutched my stomach, trying as hard as I could to get up. I couldn't believe this was happening, I was starting to turn into my own arch enemy. I just wanted him to leave me alone, I didn't want to be him. This was all sounding really horrifying to me, and I wanted to get out of here before the transformation got any worse, which unfortunately I know it would.
Hissing and snarling several times in anguish, I could feel more unpleasant changes happening as my skin paled a little and took on the same semi-rugged texture and appearance as Russell's skin. My whole body started to contort and alter as it gained 175lbs of muscle starting with my chest and torso along with my arms, spiked bracers formed around my wrists as my fingernails lengthened and sharpened, becoming akin to claws while a pair of black leathery gloves materialized on my hands.
All sorts of dark, insane and twisted thoughts began to fill my mind, and it was getting difficult for me to think straight...all I could think about was about how good the blood of those who have wronged me would taste in my mouth as bloodlust began to influence my way of thinking. I grunted a few times as I tried to fight these new urges, while my body shifted to become more lithe as the process moved itself to my legs and my feet.
"Ooooh...look at you...you're coming along quite nicely."
"You know, the only reason why I signed that contract...urrrgh, it was because I wanted you to leave me alone. Brand, I wanted to get rid of you NOT become you. And I should have known you were going to pull this on me..."
"Aaaaw come now...is being me really all that awful?"
"Yes...it is...you're a horrible excuse for a comedian, a boyfriend/husband and an everything else as well. Being you to me is my worst nightmare and now it's coming true, i'm becoming you and I DON'T want this."
I felt more uncomfortable changes happening as my clothing slowly peeled away, reforming into a see through top of a leathery variety which happened to be black, my jeans slowly reforming into a pair of slim but form-fitting black leather trousers as several belts snaked around my much slimmer waist. My shoes slowly hardening and turning black before reshaping into a pair of black leather boots. A Sanskrit tattoo and a tattoo of the number 33 appearing on parts of my torso and under my arms as the process continued. I groaned out in agony as I arched my back, while I shot up in height to 6'1.
Feeling the pain coursing through my body, I panted several times as the changes progressed further, this time progressing all the way up to my neckline which was stretching to become longer to go with my build along with my shoulders. I grunted as I held my hand in agony...it felt like invisible hands were pulling my hair as my hair slowly tangled itself up as it grew longer and messier, taking on a back-combed style as it blackened. I closed my eyes and hoped it was just a nightmare but this was all too real.
"Aaaagh...my hair!"
"Yes....I think it looks marvelous on you."
"Well it looks horrible on me and this whole thing is atrocious, I don't want to be like you at ALL. I would rather die than be like you. Which I have - countless times
in fact. In fact i'd rather die right now than turn into you..."
"You say that now but just you wait..."
The whole process was just getting more and more torturous for me, so much so that I wish this whole thing was just a nightmare or one of my visions. But sadly, it was very real and it was causing me intense pain and agony, I couldn't stand it...I was mortified beyond belief, I was turning into Russell and I didn't want this at all. I cried out as loudly as I could for help but no one could hear me.
I was stuck right here undergo the most torturous process known to man and monster alike, this process was one that would make Seth Brundle's transformation into Brundlefly look tame by comparison. I coughed several times and held my head in agony, as my memories and thoughts slowly began to darken and warp...as more bloodthirsty traits and instincts surfaced in my mind. My eyebrows thickened a little and turned black as they arched, my eyes which were already brown darkened as they widened as black eyeliner was applied around them. My nose shrank a little as my facial features morphed and reshaped themselves, becoming less recognizable by the minute while my lips shifted a little, my cheekbones became more pronounced and slightly visible facial scruff grew around my jawline.
With a few crunching sounds my facial features morphed and reshaped themselves further until I was pretty much a dead ringer for Russell himself, I cried several times as everything prior to this was becoming a complete blur and my memories and thoughts were replaced with Russell's, and I couldn't stand it...but yet...why did it feel so good? Why did becoming this evil, sadistic, twisted arch enemy of mine feel good?
I tried to be resilient and I attempted numerous times to fight it but it was just too horrifying for words and it was just getting too difficult for me, especially since I was starting to think a lot more like him now as my intelligence increased and even darker thoughts filled my mind, I screamed out several more times as my voice altered to match my appearance, shifting to become more over-the-top in nature before gaining an Essex accent and becoming his voice, in addition to this my expression curled itself into a sly pseudo-smirk as my teeth altered and transformed, becoming like his teeth with the canines extending and sharpening to become akin to fangs while the rest of my teeth developed feral points.
The few remains of my old memories and thoughts slipped away as Russell's mindset took over and as the transformation completed itself, I fully was Russell in body as well as in mind, which is to say...that now I was literally my own worst enemy. Normally this would have been horrifying to me, but i'm Russell now and I love it. I mean I maybe bad but I feel oh so good. You know what they say....evil does indeed feel good and yes - Evil Is Sexy as well. I licked my lips in a very sly and seductive manner, hissing a little as I did so.
"Now how you feel about being me?"
"Oh...yessss...I love it so much."
"See? I knew you'd come around eventually."
I nodded as Russell himself patted me on the back while dark supernatural energy jolted through me, giving me his dark supernatural powers as well. And to me that was the icing on this deliciously evil and sensual cake, for I was Russell Brand and I knew that I could use these powers to get back at the people who wronged me, they laughed at me, they made me look like a moron, they made fun of my brilliantly crafted revolution. They ruined my chances of trying to get them to take me seriously.
But no more...no more. I was now ready to exact my vengeance on them, for I am Russell Brand and soon the whole world shall be my own personal nightmarish Ponderland. The guy who you wanted to get to the greek is now back from the dead and back for revenge. And this time, the 'Revolution' is of monstrous proportions. And so with that, I followed the original Russell to a place where I could find lots of people to make into my loyal legion of fans. Of course within a matter of minutes I already made quick work of the place, finding plenty of fan-girls to corrupt and feed on the blood of. Their love for me keeps me strong alive with their delicious blood.
As for what happened next...well let's just say my revolution has just begun and you're all coming with me. Soon, you'll see that the name Russell Brand is no laughing matter and neither am I. As I pontificate about what i'm going to you all once I arrive, I can already hear you panicking and screaming. Ah yes, you fear me now...that is good. I love it when my future fans cower like that. Because you should all be fearing me. I am Russell Brand, the most dangerous and bloodthirsty comedian alive and I will make them all pay, oh yes I will...I will make them pay.
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