Metamorphosis Shop
Metamorphosis Shop
Various TFs.
NOTE:
This is an anthology story consisting of four segments along with a prologue and epilogue, it is set around October and features transformations and a costume store known as the Metamorphosis Shop. The main character is my character and since it is a Creepshow inspired anthology there is a host character who appears at the epilogue and prologue, this host character in this case being a Pandaren priestess named Soo who goes by the name Shadow Seamstress.
The stories also have a framing device of the mystery boxes, at the end of each story another box manifests on the table which leads into them being the central focus of the next story.
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Prologue:
It was mid-evening in late October of 2016 and Nathan Forester was hurrying through the Monster World mall to get some costumes, the only problem was that there didn’t seem to be much in the way of choices this year and he knew the month would be over, so he didn’t want to be the poor sap who ran out of ideas at the last minute. The problem was that he couldn’t find any shops with good enough costumes.
There were so many costume shops yet none of them had anything he truly wanted, and he wanted to go all out this time around. However just as he was about to give up and leave, he saw what appeared to be a flyer for a newly opened shop called House Of Metamorphosis, the shop was a costume shop that sold various costumes of characters, anthro animals, monsters, and even celebrities which pleased him a lot, so he decided to give them a call.
He left the mall a couple of minutes later and headed home, but once he got home he found a surprise waiting for him near the television, it was a box of sorts decorated in an elegant manner, it had a Burtonesque design to it and had a variety of creatures printed on it. A note attached to it revealed that this was the Metamorphosis Box, a special box that contained a surprise inside, carefully he opened up the box and took a look inside.
An eerie voice echoed from out of the box as spectral mist manifested all around him, he coughed several times before recovering, standing before him was a Pandaren, a female one at that - with long reddish brown hair, big expressive tawny brown eyes and a very adorable appearance. The Pandaren imitated a witch-like laugh as she floated over to him.
"Greetings, darling."
"Wow...you're kind of cute and you look familar..."
"My name is Soo but you may call me Shadow Seamstress. And I am your hostess. I see you have been sent the box and you have opened it. In this box there is a different surprise item..."
"What do the items do?"
"You shall see what they can do."
Using her magic to create a cloud of mist, the box opened up once more to reveal what appeared to be a mystery item of sorts as he looked deeply to try and figure out what it was, he had a feeling it was going to be quite a night indeed and right he was, as the pandaren made another cloud of mist appear.
"Oh boy, this is going to be quite the experience."
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First segment:
Vlad To Meet You.
Nathan examined the first of the surprise items that was in the box, it was a costume of sorts, not just any costume though but a vampire costume - it was a replica of the iconic outfit worn by Gary Oldman in Bram Stoker's Dracula, which was one of his favorite horror movies of all time. He loved how the title character was portrayed and he loved the movie as a whole, looking at the costume he couldn't wait to try it on and see what he looked like in it.
He carefully got the costume out of the box and cleaned it up before putting it on, he walked over to his mirror and stepped into the costume, so far so good...there was nothing out of the ordinary until he saw his reflection vanish, he staggered back in shock as this was happening.
"Huh? Wasn't my reflection there just a second ago? What's going on here?"
"What reflection? You don't have one...at least not anymore..."
"But....doesn't that mean?"
"Yesss...."
Just then a growl emitted from his stomach, he was getting increasingly hungry...no, he wasn't getting hungry, he was thirsty - thirsty for one thing and only one thing...and that was blood, it was like a Horror Hunger of sorts. He started bloodlusting, which is basically when a vampire or similar creature starts craving the taste of blood - in the most severe cases of it, the victim can't control themselves or aren't in control of their actions, he instinctively hissed several times as the lust for blood built up inside.
He panicked slightly as what appeared to be green mist surrounded him, he coughed several times before he started to feel the bloodlust coming on, followed by a jolt of dark supernatural energy as his aura darkened. He panicked several times as his skin began to lose all imperfections and smoothened a bit, but also becoming a bit rugged in appearance, his arms and legs stretched to become more lithe as did his chest and torso, his clothing slowly being absorbed by shadows and turning into a grey Victorian era suit of sorts while his shoes blackened.
"In case you don't know it by now...you're..."
"Becoming a vampire?"
"Yes...you are. And not just any vampire, but the greatest vampire of all. The king of vampires."
"You mean?"
"Yep...me..."
The voice that was echoing in his mind sounded familiar, it sounded menacing but yet compassionate, masculine and with a Romanian accent of sorts - he recognized the voice, that voice was that of Prince Vlad/Drac himself as played by British actor Gary Oldman, that voice was now conditioning him and hypnotizing him.
Vlad's voice hypnotized him and put him into a trance-like state, encouraging him to give in to that bloodlust of his and to embrace his developing vampirism, as he elevated in height to 6'0 and his shoulders and back broadened a bit, grayish gloves now adorned his hands as his legs lengthened, his neckline altered as his hair slowly grew longer, turning from dark brown to raven black as a top hat of sorts appeared on his head.
As much as he tried to fight it, he couldn't resist thinking about drinking blood and he knew that humans had the best blood in the world, human blood would definitely taste good in his mouth and it would keep his monstrous thirst at bay. He hissed slightly as his eyes widened and darkened, a pair of dark blue shades materializing over there as his features morphed and reshaped themselves as a mustache grew around his upper lip while a goatee formed on his chin.
His features continued to morph and reshape themselves until they took on the visage belonging to those of Vlad himself as his canines lengthened and sharpened to become akin to fangs, he hissed as his more vampiric traits took over, his voice deepening to become quite sinister but also very passionate in nature as it developed a Romanian accent of sorts. New thoughts, memories and instincts influenced him as certain words and names echoed over and over again, those words being 'Mina' 'Renfield' 'vampire' 'bat' 'wolf' and in particular 'Dracula'.
A few seconds later and there wasn't any trace of Nathan left, there was only Prince Vlad or 'Count Dracula' as he was most commonly known as. As played by Gary Oldman in the 1992 film, he hissed a few times before licking his lips. Even though he didn't have a reflection anymore, he knew that he didn't need one to see how classy and sophisticated he looked. He picked up his cane and looked out the window, listening very carefully to the sounds of the wolves howling and the bats screeching.
"Ah, there they are! My beloved children of the night."
"I must say that i've done a terrific job conditioning you into being the perfect vampire, you are definitely ready to rule the night, now that you're me and everything, I think you're definitely going to wow the crowds at the costume ball. I think it is time you tried out your new powers..."
"I say you definitely did a wonderful job on me. I didn't know that embracing my inner vamp would be THIS amazing. You truly are gifted in the art of vampirism. Well, expect nothing less from a true legend among vampires."
"I'm glad you like it...now I think it's time you went out into the night to satisfy your bloodlust."
"Ah yes, that is an excellent idea..."
And so with that, the new Prince Vlad turned into his bat-creature form and flew off into the night to go and search for victims, maybe find himself some humans to hypnotize and turn into fellow vampires. He soon found himself ruling the night and bringing classic vampires back - in style. Yes, the king of all vampires was back...and he was ready to teach these newer vamps out there how to be real vampires.
The night had just begun for this vampire and he knew that he was going to enjoy every second of it, he hissed proudly as he made his way to the city square. He knew there were going to be plenty of humans he could sink his teeth into. As for what happened later, a box of sorts was left behind. The box had the bat-monster face on the front to represent him.
Besides that box however was a second box, what was inside it? Well...wait and see. It's a surprise after all. And you might never tell what is inside. Maybe it's something that can unlock your truly monstrous potential. Who can say? It's a mystery. And it wouldn't be a mystery now if we knew what it was now would it? Of course it wouldn't.
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Second Segment:
Rotten To The Core
The second box sat there on the table as Nathan paced up and down, he was thinking about whether he should open the box before or after decorating the apartment - he was eager to see what was inside this one. He paced back and forth several times as he continuously looked over to where the box was. Hesitating a few times before finally settling on opening it, he made his way over to it
A few seconds later, he dug inside the box and found what appeared to be a stripey patterned selection of fabric that was purple and maroon red in color with a very elegant design to it, along with what appeared to be a noise-making system inside the box, which enabled it to play music. The fabric in general moved along to the music, the song playing was one that was very unmistakably catchy in nature and with a ska kind of beat to it.
As if by supernatural magic, he couldn't help but sing a long to it and dance as well, the beat and song were both insanely catchy and hypnotic...putting him into a trance-like state, especially once a certain set of words were uttered. Those words being "we are number one".
"Yes, that's it...sing a long, you know you want to..."
"Did I just sing along to that song?"
"Why yes, you did..."
"Well...it felt...kind of..."
"Good? Why yes it did..."
"How do you know?"
A purple spirit of sorts emerged from the box, the spirit resembled a spectral version of the character Robbie Rotten, the spirit hovered around him for a few seconds, moving in a cartoony but graceful manner as he circled around. The spirit was looking to cause some mischief and he knew that Nathan would be the perfect one to help with that, of course it wouldn't be difficult to sway him.
"Because I know how it feels. I know that you like being bad."
"Kind of..."
"Oh come on, you know that you love it..."
"I do?"
"Why of course you do...being bad is good..."
"Being bad is good..."
"That's it...you know that it is good to be bad because you are very good at it yourself. You are good, in fact..the best at being bad. And you know it, because you're an expert at it."
"Good at being bad..."
"Of course you are. You like villains and you are villainous yourself, but in a bad-boy sort of way - and everyone loves a bad boy... being a bad boy is wonderful, and it is one of many things you are good at..."
"Yes...everyone loves a bad boy."
"You are gifted at playing pranks...and a master of disguise."
"I am..."
The song and the spirit's voice were having a hypnotic effect on him and he couldn't help but agree with the spirit, the spirit floated around, smiling in a sly manner before dashing over to where he was, flying into his body through his mouth and possessing him, which of course caused him to react in an unusual and cartoony manner as if he was a living cartoon character.
His arms started lengthening as did the rest of his upperbody, becoming more lithe in build as his clothing slowly fused with the purple fabric and formed into a rather dapper pinstripe suit of sorts which was purple and maroon, in addition to this his legs lengthened as a pair of spats formed on his feet. He couldn't help but sing and dance along to the song from before, instinctively letting loose and hamming it up at every chance he got.
He slowly elevated in height to become taller as his neckline altered, in addition to this his hair slowly turned from brown to jet black as the style took on a more 1950's style, which was to say it resembled a pompadour. His brow became a bit more pronounced as his skin lightened and lost its imperfections, his eyebrows slicking a bit as they too turned black to match his hair.
Purplish eye-makeup was applied around both his eyes as they widened, turning from hazel to blue as they widened, his nose becoming a bit more pronounced in size as his features morphed and reshaped themselves, his jawline stretching out to become a more impressive one as his chin jutted out, giving him a lantern jaw of sorts. His features morphed themselves even further until he was a dead-ringer for the ol Rotten one himself, which is to say he looked a lot like Robbie.
His voice altered several times, deepening and roughening until he had Robbie's voice as well, new memories and thoughts jolted into his brain as his personality and mind altered, becoming that of a devious villain and that villain of course was known as Robbie Rotten. Certain words echoed in his mind and those words were "rotten" "villain" "lazy" and "number one", that particular phrase was one he was especially proud of.
A few seconds later and his transformation completed itself, where Nathan once was there was now Robbie Rotten, and Robbie was definitely proud to be who he was, he knew that tonight was his night, his night to wreak as much havoc as possible.
"Ah yes! Now that's more like it!"
"Woah now, now that's what I call a whole new look!"
"I must say...that I certainly do feel a lot better."
"You definitely look good, my friend."
"Oh no no, you're the one that looks good..."
"We both look great...terrific even."
"You think so?"
"Think so...I know so..."
"We're going to have all sorts of fun tonight. This night is going to go down in history."
"Yeah...tonight really is the night. Come on, let's go and cause all sorts of mischief."
"I know what it time it is...it's disguise time!"
And with so that, Robbie spun around and he emerged a few seconds later in a Prince styled werecat outfit. He smiled in a sly manner as he jetted off into the night, sneaking around and running around the city causing all sorts of havoc. He definitely knew that tonight was his night and there was no one around to stop him, tonight - the night was his and he knew it.
As for what happened to him later, he embraced being who he was, for he was Robbie Rotten and he was number one. He celebrated in the best way that he could, with a grand performance of 'We Are Number One' of course, of course he also had one more surprise in store for everyone. Up on that very same table from earlier, the next box appeared, this time it was a stripey box with Robbie's color scheme on it, and next to that box manifested another one.
This third box was just waiting to be opened, but what was in it? Who knows? It is a mystery after all. But one thing for sure, that box was sure to come in useful for a variety of things. And it was going to be one wild night for sure.
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Third Segment:
Modern Day Hessian
Up on the table the third box stood there, beckoning for him to open it. He tried to resist opening it, but there was something about it that was drawing it to him and within a matter of seconds he found himself opening it up. Inside it there was what appeared to be a portrait of Academy award winning actor Christopher Walken, the portrait looked like Walken as a hybrid of two of his characters, the first being Max Zorin as indicated by the suit and blonde hair and the second being The Hessian from Sleepy Hollow as indicated by the vampiric complexion, sharpened teeth and hypnotic blue eyes.
He was immediately drawn to the eyes of the portrait, and began to fall into a trance-like state for a few seconds before he snapped out of it. He had always admired Walken though, mainly because Walken was one heck of an actor, able to play both sinister villainous characters and funny characters as well, he could also be fatherly and was a genuinely nice person in real life.
"Yes...that's it, look into my eyes..."
"Is that?"
"Yes... it's me..."
Without warning, he was greeted by the arrival of Walken himself, Walken looked like he too was a hybrid of two of his characters mainly the Hessian and Archangel Gabriel crossed with Vincenzo from True Romance, he hissed slightly as he walked in a graceful manner over to where he was.
"W-W-Walken?"
"The one and only..."
"What are you doing here?"
"That is of no importance..."
"You're not going to drink my blood are you?"
"Of course not...now why would I do that? You're already starting to fall under the spell of that portrait. I bet that you want to be as elegant and powerful as the Walkeny specimen in that portrait..."
"Why...uh..."
"You do...don't you?"
Walken's words along with the eyes of the portrait had a hypnotic effect on him, and he found himself falling into that trance-like state from before as he couldn't help but think that he wanted to be just like how Walken himself looked in the portrait, he wanted to be powerful, bloodthirsty and above all - a truly magnificent specimen. He couldn't help but admire the portrait as he fell deeper and deeper into trance.
"Yes, I do..."
He hissed several times in an instinctively manner as his appetite started shifting to that of a more monstrous type, human food and drink would no longer satisfy it - and he was starting to crave the taste of blood, human blood to be exact. It was a horror hunger of sorts that slowly began to influence him and make him want to embrace his more vampiric urges.
In his mind, the sound of cowbell echoed constantly along with the words "blood" "cowbell" and of course the name "Walken" followed by "Hessian", "bloodlust" and "vampiric", all of which influenced his mindset. More vampiric traits starting to manifest themselves as he became very enamored by the notion of drinking human blood, or possibly turning humans. His aura darkened as a series of supernatural sensations jolted through his body.
His skin slowly lightened as it paled, losing all its imperfections and becoming vampiric in appearance as his arms lengthened to become more lithe, in addition to this his hands shifted to become a bit larger as his knuckles became more pronounced, his clothing slowly morph and reshaping itself into an elegant silver-and-black suit of sorts as two black shoes with a draconic motif materialized on his feet. The next to lengthen were his chest and torso along with his stomach which slimmed down, in addition to this his legs lengthened to give him perfectly long ones.
He slowly elevated in height to 6'ft as his back and shoulders lengthened along with his neckline, now weighing about 169lbs he hissed slightly as his ears developed pointed tips to them, his hair slicking itself back and turning blonde as his brow became more pronounced, his eyebrows thinned but thickened a bit but they weren't entirely invisible - in addition to this his eyes turned from hazel to an aquamarine blue color as his features altered and reshaped themselves.
His eyes widened a little as they became sunken, narrowing a little as his nose shrank a bit and his mouth took on a more crescentian shape with pointed tips, his cheekbones sharpening to an almost villainous level as his chin narrowed. His cheeks sunk in a bit as his teeth lengthened and sharpened, at first becoming akin to vampiric fangs before extending to develop feral points of sorts. His features morphing and reshaping themselves further until he fully resembled Walken himself, the vampire-like traits and instincts continued to influence him along with a new set of memories and thoughts.
These memories were all those of Walken, including the multiple films he had appeared in, the music video appearances and of course as the man in general. At this point he could no longer be considered a 'Nathan', in that he recalled being Christopher Walken, as if he had been born with that name.
He liked the idea of hypnotizing humans and making them his cowbell-crazed thralls, and feasting on their blood, he also loved singing and dancing and just having as much fun as possible. True, he was a bloodthirsty creature of the night but he was fine with that. He hissed as his voice deepened and altered, giving him Walken's signature haunting and alluring voice. Within a few seconds later his transformation was completed, he was half Max Zorin, half Hessian, all Walken.
"Wow...this feels pretty awesome! I mean i'm not only now Christopher Walken but i'm a hybrid of Max Zorin AND The Hessian? Now that's just badass. Then again, the Walken is ALWAYS awesome."
"That I am...and now so are you."
"Naturally..."
"Of course, since you're half Hessian and half Zorin, you're a hybrid of two of the deadliest Walken characters but you're still mostly Walken himself. Might I add that you look especially alluring with those eyes?"
"Ah yes, they're all the better to hypnotize humans with..."
"That voice of yours is also a big part of it. No one can resist your imposing yet alluring voice, it's super effective in enticing them. And you can sink your pointed teeth into their necks, drink their blood and turn them into the same species as you as well."
"You mean?"
"Yes...a whole Walkeny army...and maybe a few lucky She-Hessians as well."
"Mmmm...I like that already."
"I bet you're feeling pretty thirsty..."
"Yes..."
"Like you could use with some blood.."
"Oh yes, lots of human blood.."
"And cowbell? Do you want more cowbell?"
"Yes....I gotta have more cowbell."
"Then you shall have some my Walkeny friend. I have a task for you, I want you to search all around the city for human victims, then I want you to hypnotize them, bite them and drain them of their blood. Then turn them into Walkens and/or She-Hessians, you shall have an army of them."
"I'll get to it right away..."
And so with that, the new Christopher Walken turned into mist and faded away into the night, a couple of hours later he arrived in the city and started searching for human victims to put under his spell. He was the cowbell-crazed prince of darkness and he knew that he'd be sure to find plenty of potential thralls as well, of course the best thing about being the man he was - was in fact he could use his hypnotic eyes and voice to entice his future would-be-victims.
It wouldn't too long until he had a developing Walken army of sorts and a few She-Hessians by his side, he let out a satisfactory growl as he embraced everything there was about being his truly magnificent cowbell-crazed, walkeny, bloodthirsty self. As for what happened a few seconds later, the third box from before stood on the table - sporting a Tim Burtonesque design and appearance - right next to it, the fourth and final box appeared.
The fourth and final box stood there, this time being surrounded by a blinding aura of sorts before awaiting to be opened. What was in it? Well..you'll just have to wait and see my friends, for the surprise wouldn't be a surprise otherwise. It was a mystery box after all. And nobody knows what's inside them.
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Final segment:
Everybody Wants To Rule The World
The fourth and final box stood there on the table, giving off a glistening golden aura of sorts which blinded Nathan for a few seconds before clearing away. He took a closer look at the box before moving his way over to it, carefully opening it up to see what was inside it, inside the box there appeared to be a golden tie of sorts with a capital T imprinted on it. What did the t stand for exactly? It was a complete mystery, but it must have had something to do with gold. And to him that could have meant anything.
He admired the craftsmanship and design of the tie for a few seconds before turning to put it on in the mirror, but just as he did - a spirit of some kind emerged from the box, making him jump back in shock. The spirit looked very much like Donald Trump right down to the hairstyle.
"Eeew! It's you, the big orange idiot.."
"Hey! I resent that!"
"What do YOU want, H.R Trumpnstuff?"
"Woah woah woah there, there's no need for you be hostile."
"Why shouldn't I? You were hostile to everyone, you used to be good you know but now look at you! Eeeew! Trumpty, has anyone told you that it's tomato juice that cures a skunk stink and NOT orange juice? Also..looking like you crawled out of the produce isle is NOT going to help you."
"Hey, that's not nice..."
"Neither are you..."
"I don't know what you're talking about, i'm very nice...the nicest man ever."
"YOU? Nice? I'd hate to break it to you, Goldfish Face but...you're the most horrible person in the world and you're one of the reasons why this year was so freaking terrible next to all the celebrity deaths. Seriously...why? Why do you do such stupid things?"
"Aaaw come on...am I really that awful?"
"Yes..you are."
"But..."
"But nothing. Maybe you were a good guy once upon a time, but now you're an ogre of a man who wants to make sure that NOBODY will want to be American ever again. I've heard all of your complaints, especially on Twitter. You should be ashamed of yourself. You are a complete monster..."
"I just don't think Alec Baldwin's portrayal of me is accurate."
"Bullspit...it's 100% accurate and you better get used to it. I mean what kind of idiot are you if you haven't heard of the concept of satire? It was YOUR idea to have Alec Baldwin play you on SNL, you gave him your 'blessing' so to speak. If you don't like it, that's YOUR problem."
"I just don't like it..."
"You dislike everything, Sir Complains A Lot. There are other 206 bones in your body and yet not a single one of them is nice or compassionate. You're a forest that is all prickles and brambles and no flowers. Trying to find where your heart is like finding a needle in a haystack..or in this case, hay in a needlestack."
"I'm not that evil am I?"
"Of course you are. My god, you are a complete mess. I mean you complain about everything, throw hissyfits and on top of that, there's the icing on this already gooey and slimy orange cake regarding your campaign. Seriously...you're one messed up individual."
"Welll..."
"Oh and that icing on the cake? The fact that YOU'RE going to be our next president. I don't know whether you will make the US 'great again' as you put it, but you're going to be making a lot of new enemies and i'm one of them. Congratulations, Dimwit in Chief...you're already making a lot of people's enemy lists."
"But I have friends in high places..."
"I know all all about your buddy-buddy relationship with Putin already."
"Can't you be nice to me just this once?"
"No can do Trumpty Dumpty.."
"Come on...give me a chance, i'm not so bad once you get to know me."
"Forget it, there's no way i'm giving you a chance."
"Aaaaaw..."
"Trumpty..."
"YOU MONSTER!"
"I'm not the monster here...you are!"
"Hmph!"
"See? There you go again. Hey, Trump the Tragic Dragon - here's something you should know before you complain about me or anyone else again. And that is that it doesn't pay to act the way you are acting right now. You are a hateful, spiteful person with attitude problems up the wazoo."
"OH YEAH?"
The Trump-like spirit roared a few times, trying to intimidate him but he just shook his head and sighed - normally he would be intimidated by this sort of thing but given this was basically Trump in spectral form, he wasn't in the least bit frightened - he chuckled before shrugging it off.
"You don't scare me..."
"Oh?"
"Yeah...you don't frighten me in the slightest."
"Come on, be scared."
"I already am scared but not because you're a spirit, no - it's because of what you're going to do to our country. That's why i'm scared. Normally i'd be scared if a spirit like you tried to intimidate me, but you're basically Trump.. so nothing you do can scare me."
"WHAT?"
"Face it...you're scary enough on your own without any supernatural guidance."
"Oh...just you wait, i'll show you how fearsome I can be."
"Bring it on..but I doubt that you'll succeed. So put away those proverbial knives of yours, because I don't think there is one that cut through me in the slightest. You don't frighten me at all.."
"Rest assured, Mr Forester that my 'proverbial knives' as you call them are sharp enough to cut you to the bone and that my gaze is one that is cold enough to eat hearts like ones for hors-d'oeuvres."
"Oooh, tough talk coming from a not so tough man.."
"Stop it..."
"Stop what?"
"Sassing me...come on, you're supposed to be frightened."
"Trumpty...you're not intimidating me in the slightest."
Nathan chuckled to himself as he pointed to his own head with his finger, mimicking the 'you're crazy' gesture and making a cuckoo-like sound as he did so, which angered the spirit and made him react.
"I SAW THAT!"
"What?"
"THAT! YOU THINK I'VE GOT A CLOCK IN MY HEAD...DON'T YOU?"
"Wooooo-oooh."
"Can it..."
"Oh so i'm not allowed to talk back to you but you're allowed to insult me? That is so hypocritical and so typical of you. That's the problem with you, you're always starting arguments and then complaining when nobody agrees with you."
"That is not true..."
"Oh yes it is..."
"AAAARGH!"
As Nathan continued to make wisecracks at the spirit, the spirit grew rather impatient in his attempts to try and frighten him. He chuckled a little before turning his back on the spirit. He had to admit it was pretty amusing to see this spirit throwing tantrums and hissyfits as well as trying to scare him.
"I must admit i'm really having fun. You're really the most pathetic spirit ever. You can't intimidate me no matter what. I mean look at you...you're a big orange goo-ball that is failing to frighten me."
"Oh..i'm failing am I? Well then have I got quite the surprise for you! Just you wait!"
"Oooh, i'm so frightened..."
"LOOK OUT, HERE I COME!"
Without warning, the Trump-like spirit charged right into him and then flew into his body through his mouth, possessing him as he did so. Nathan flinched as he began to feel a series of unnatural sensations jolting through his body, as if someone was trying to take control of it. The writing on the note also had changed - now reading 'welcome to your life'.
On the other side of the note there was 'there's no turning back' 'even while we sleep' and 'we will find you'. 'Acting on your best behavior' was also imprinted on the box, he recognized these as the lyrics of a famous song by Tears For Fears. He panicked as he listened to the spirit taunting him.
"Oh boy, this is going to be fun..."
"YOU! GET OUT OF MY BODY RIGHT NOW. I DON'T WANT EVEN ANYTHING REMOTELY TRUMPISH IN ME AT ALL, NOT EVEN IF IT'S A LITTLE! I DON'T ANYTHING TRUMPISH IN THIS BODY OF MINE..DO YOU HEAR ME? NOW GET OUT OF MY BODY RIGHT NOW OR ELSE!"
"Now why would I do that? We're just getting started..."
"Well you better not do anything to ruin my reputation while you're in there. And you better even think about making me beat myself up or anything. You are not going to make me do anything like that."
"I would never do that..."
"Oh? You wouldn't?"
"Of course not...I have something better..."
"And what would that be?"
"Oh, you're going to regret asking that.."
Just then he heard a series of unsettling gurgling sounds coming from his stomach, it was as if he was going to be violently ill - but the funny thing was that he didn't look feel ill, he just felt uncomfortable and a bit uneasy. He clutched his stomach a few times as his heart-beat sped up by a few paces. The notes now read 'turn your back on mother nature' and 'everybody wants to rule the world'.
He could hear the spirit taunting him from within and it was starting to drive him crazy, but that wasn't all - he began to feel even more uneasy as his skin slowly glistened and lost its imperfections, in addition to this his chest and torso started broadening along with his arms, his hands enlarging a little as the changes progressed. He heard a series of ripping and popping sounds as his black button up shirt with the spider web insignia on the front popped apart, revealing what appeared to be a coloration of sorts forming on his body.
The coloration wrapped itself around his body, developing into a business suit of sorts with matching pants as his legs stretched to go with his arms, his feet remaining the same size as always, just a bit bigger as a pair of black shoes formed on them, the notes now reading 'it's my own design, it's my own remorse', 'help me to decide' 'help me make the most of freedom and of pleasure' 'nothing ever lasts forever'.
His back and shoulders broadened as he elevated in height to 6'2, now weighing between 198-236lbs of not quite fat and not quite muscle as he groaned a few times, trying to fight the spirits influence. His hair slicking itself back, becoming almost fluffy as it turned from dark brown to blonde - his brow becoming a bit more pronounced as his eyebrows thickened and then 'blonded' to match the color of his hair. The notes reading 'everybody wants to rule the world' once more before changing to 'there's a room where the light won't find you' 'holding hands while the walls come tumbling down' 'When they do i'll be right behind you' 'so glad, we almost made it' 'so sad we had to fade it'.
"No...it can't be! Please tell me, it's not... oh no...no...no...noooo! Nooo....anything but this! Nooo..anything but this. Stop! Get out of me, please? I don't want this. Please stop!"
"Too late...you're coming along nicely..."
"STOP THIS RIGHT NOW! GET OUT!"
A long, crimson colored necktie of sorts wrapped around his neck as his neckline altered, the notes from before now sporting the 'everybody wants to rule the world' message in gold as he continued to alter appearance wise, his eyes widening and turning from brown to an icy bluish color. His cheekbones sharpening to almost villainous level as his nose altered, his jawline shifting a bit as his lips altered a bit to give them an almost semi-heart shaped look.
The spirit's influence was continuing to alter him from within and on the outside as his features morphed and reshaped themselves, if it wasn't for the 6'2 height and the signature hair-style and suit he could have shown he resembled Owen Wilson crossed with Harrison Ford and Bill Pullman, looking in the mirror he was horrified to see who he was becoming.
"Well..."
"WHAT? THERE'S NO WAY THIS IS HAPPENING. I'M TURNING INTO YOU! EEEW! EEW! ICKY! HORRIFYING. I don't want to be you. Being Donald Trump would be even worse than being turned into a bra or a pixie that exists to sit on some random dude's genitalia. Eeeew! I DON'T WANT THIS! Couldn't I just have been possessed by a spirit that looks like Bo Derek instead? That would be so much better than this."
"You should be happy you're becoming 80's/90's me rather than election era me."
"Becoming you would be an even bigger nightmare than turning into Russell Brand."
He squirmed as his features altered further until he resembled 80's/90's to early 2000's era Donald Trump, as horrified as he was to not only be possessed by a Trumpish spirit but also becoming Trump himself, he had to admit that younger Trump had a look that was definitely noble and regal as opposed to election era Trump.
"My..oh my....I forgot how good looking I was when I looked like that. Thanks for reminding me. This truly is turning out better than I thought it would. You really are taking this well aren't you?"
"Well as long as I don't have to sound, talk and/or act like you.."
"Oh...you're not done yet!"
"What?"
The spirit chuckled as he witnessed the next part of the process happening, Nathan gasped as his voice deepened and gruffened, becoming fierce but also very authoritative and almost imposing as it shifted, giving him Trump's voice, accent and mannerisms. He gasped as he covered his mouth out of shock. He had been 'Trumped' a few times before but it was still weird to him.
"Yes...that's much better, you sound just like me now."
"Alright, you've had your fun - now get out of my body."
"Aaaaw...come on, don't you like this?"
"Well I do admit you were quite a looker in the 80's and 90's and early 2000's. I am most certainly am grateful i'm not an orange cretin like current you is. Ugh...I can't stand this.."
"Can't stand this indecision? Married with a lack of vision?"
"Uh..."
The note from before reading 'everybody wants to rule the world' appeared again as several mini notes appeared next to them. He held his head in agony as his memories and thoughts realigned and reshaped themselves, traces of 'Nathan' fading away and being replaced with those of pre-election era Trump, a few seconds later the mental changes completed and he remembered who he was.
Everything prior to this was a complete blur, and he was now fully influenced by the spirit that was in his body, he was now pre-election Trump in body, mind and personality but luckily he had his intelligence still intact and wasn't corrupt, evil or insane. After having a go at walking around in his new form, he decided it wasn't half bad - not the first person he'd ask to be but he was fine with it.
"Say that you'll never ever ever need it, one headline why believe it?"
The 'everybody wants to rule the world' notes materialized on the wall, this time accompanied by the mini ones which read 'all for freedom and for pleasure' 'nothing ever lasts forever'. The infamous Tears for Fears song that had all the lyrics that were on the notes playing in the background as he looked out the window, he was hesitant about whether or not he should go the halloween ball the way he was.
He thought for a few seconds before humming to the song and getting ready, he didn't need a costume though - he could just go as he was and he knew he most likely would blend in anyway considering that almost everyone in the entire city would be probably dressed as Trump also.
And as for with that, he took off and headed to the costume ball. He of course became the talk of the entire celebration when people brought up how realistic his Trump 'costume' and 'imitation' were. Which he was very flattered by, given that he was the incarnation of Trump in his prime.
As for what happened later, he decided to take a look around and spend a little time getting used to who he was. A couple of seconds later, the third box appeared standing next to the final box, the fourth and final box - this time being wrapped in illustrious gold-colored paper and sporting a capital T on it. He did have a bit of trouble explaining to his friends what happened though.
Now, all of the boxes stood there on the table. All of them lined up in a row as a half paw-like hand placed itself on the top of them, that paw-like hand belonging to that of the hostess known as the 'Shadow Seamstress'.
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Epilogue:
All four of the boxes from the Metamorphosis Shop were now all lined up on the table as the Pandaren priestess known as the Shadow Seamstress looked over at Nathan, who looked at all of the boxes to see which one would be the best one to open. He decided to take a closer look at each one before heading over to the costume ball.
A few hours later he returned home for the night, heading to his apartment to go and relax and maybe watch some monster movies before being greeted by that spellbinding female pandaren from before, she had a big smile on her face as she greeted him. She knew that he certainly had fun with the boxes.
"Did you enjoy your gifts?"
"Oh yes...I certainly did.."
"They are yours to keep..."
"You mean it? I don't have to give them back to the store?"
"Yes. And no you don't have to give them back.."
"Do I get a box to send to my friends as well?"
"You certainly do..."
She blew a kiss in his direction, making another box of sorts appear - the box was a much larger sized one containing various creature and character outfits, he received the box and sealed it shut before giving her a big thank you hug for the gift. He was very thankful for the gift he had gotten from the shop and was very eager to share it with his companions, knowing that they'd definitely get a kick out of finding out what was inside it.
"Aaaaw...that is awesome..."
"I'm glad you like it. And I know your friends will love it as well."
"Thanks a bunch...you're the best..."
"You're quite welcome."
So, he sent the package over to the party his friends were at before settling down to watch some monster movies and enjoy the rest of the night, this had been a particularly wild ride and he certainly did have fun. Of course the fun wasn't over yet, after he took a shower he decided to go on some horror websites before rushing over to the bathroom to brush his teeth.
After brushing his teeth he decided to finish up on a few projects and chat to a few friends of his online before finishing off, shutting down his computer and heading to the bedroom, once he headed into the bedroom, he turned on his music player, put on his full moon and vampire bat themed nightshirt and pants and walked over to where his coffin shaped bed was.
"Ah, what an exciting adventure that was. And it certainly was interesting. I hope that i'll get to do it again soon. But for now, have a happy and monstrously fun halloween - and that goes double for my friends as well."
With that he gave a loud yawn as he got inside his coffin shaped bed, laid down and took a nap of sorts, drifting off into peaceful slumber as he thought about what fun the rest of the week was going to be for him and his friends. He thought of what kind of transformations his friends could undergo, letting his dreams/visions influence him along the way. Ah, what a peaceful ending.
But all was not entirely peaceful...as from near the pile of monster comics and issues of Fangoria, the boxes stood there. The Robbie Rotten spirit from the second box was spying on him and waiting for him to make a move, while the Trump spirit from the final box looked on and thought for a few seconds.
He then phased through the wall of the media room and through the wall of Nathan's bedroom, once arriving at the foot of the bed, he dived right into his body once again entering through his mouth as he did so. Nathan squirmed several times as the spirit began to alter him, broadening his torso, chest and arms, enlarging his hands and giving him the same glistening skintone from before as his skin imperfections faded.
A couple of seconds later, his night-shirt popped open to reveal the same coloration developing and becoming a business suit as his legs broadened. Luckily though he opened his eyes just in time and then let out a shriek as he saw what was happening, he accidentally fell out of the bed as he did so. He shrieked even more as he looked in the mirror and saw his normally brown hair lightening and turning blonde, fluffing up and developing the same style as before.
"Aaaah! Not again!"
"Oh yes...and i'm just getting started..."
"Nooooo!"
He shrieked several more times, but then...he woke up. He didn't know what had just happened. Was it a dream/nightmare? Was it a vision? Or was it real? He didn't exactly know, but he certainly knew it wasn't the former since he could actually feel it even when he was awake - and besides, to him that cliche was overdone, but being the responsible one - just to be certain he checked over to where the fourth and final box was to see if everything was alright.
He touched the box and opened it, 'so far so good' he thought to himself as he left to go back to bed, he shrugged it off for a few seconds before looking around to make sure if the spirit was there. The spirit wasn't there, which to him was a good thing. Maybe the spirit had left his body or maybe the spirit had gone back into the box.
And so with that he sighed a sigh of relief before going back to sleep, this time thinking about hanging out with his human and monster friends for one big halloween celebration, however...just as he was about to have a full good-night's sleep, the Trump-like spirit emerged from behind him and lunged out at him.
He awoke with a scream as the spirit once again dove right in to his body through his mouth, he tried to spit the spirit out but his stomach made an uncomfortable series of gurgling sounds. He then calmed himself down as he went back to sleep a third time, this time drifted off peacefully. The spirit then coated him in a golden aura that surrounded him and the entire room he was in, making everything look like it was made out of solid gold.
A few seconds later he awoke and then looked over in the mirror - and what he saw horrified him, his nightshirt and pants were tearing away to reveal the business suit forming underneath, his whole body was broadening and on top of that his hair was slowly developing blonde highlights.
"Oh noooo!"
"Oh yeah, i'm back..."
"But I thought..."
"But what? You thought this would be a 'dream' ending? That this whole thing is over?"
"Yeah..."
"Not by a long shot..."
And the Trump spirit that was now inside him was right, it wasn't over. And he dreaded what was going to happen to him next. Luckily though he did manage to return to normal for a bit, before doing his best to ignore what was happening. Finally he drifted off completely, going back to sleep. He thought about what had happened earlier, trying his best not to let it influence his mind any further - he tried very hard not to let the possession of his body affect his mindset.
But now he was worried - it wasn't over at all. In fact if anything, it looked like things were just getting started and he knew what that meant. He sighed as the boxes stood there on the shelves. It wasn't over at all, it had just begun and it was going to be a hell of a night for him and everyone else. Plenty of scares and chills along the way.
It was a good thing he had supernatural powers though, so he knew he could definitely use them if things got too crazy or got out of hand. Although he didn't know what to do now that he was possessed, he did now that it wasn't over by a long shot. Because after all, it's never really over.
Various TFs.
NOTE:
This is an anthology story consisting of four segments along with a prologue and epilogue, it is set around October and features transformations and a costume store known as the Metamorphosis Shop. The main character is my character and since it is a Creepshow inspired anthology there is a host character who appears at the epilogue and prologue, this host character in this case being a Pandaren priestess named Soo who goes by the name Shadow Seamstress.
The stories also have a framing device of the mystery boxes, at the end of each story another box manifests on the table which leads into them being the central focus of the next story.
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Prologue:
It was mid-evening in late October of 2016 and Nathan Forester was hurrying through the Monster World mall to get some costumes, the only problem was that there didn’t seem to be much in the way of choices this year and he knew the month would be over, so he didn’t want to be the poor sap who ran out of ideas at the last minute. The problem was that he couldn’t find any shops with good enough costumes.
There were so many costume shops yet none of them had anything he truly wanted, and he wanted to go all out this time around. However just as he was about to give up and leave, he saw what appeared to be a flyer for a newly opened shop called House Of Metamorphosis, the shop was a costume shop that sold various costumes of characters, anthro animals, monsters, and even celebrities which pleased him a lot, so he decided to give them a call.
He left the mall a couple of minutes later and headed home, but once he got home he found a surprise waiting for him near the television, it was a box of sorts decorated in an elegant manner, it had a Burtonesque design to it and had a variety of creatures printed on it. A note attached to it revealed that this was the Metamorphosis Box, a special box that contained a surprise inside, carefully he opened up the box and took a look inside.
An eerie voice echoed from out of the box as spectral mist manifested all around him, he coughed several times before recovering, standing before him was a Pandaren, a female one at that - with long reddish brown hair, big expressive tawny brown eyes and a very adorable appearance. The Pandaren imitated a witch-like laugh as she floated over to him.
"Greetings, darling."
"Wow...you're kind of cute and you look familar..."
"My name is Soo but you may call me Shadow Seamstress. And I am your hostess. I see you have been sent the box and you have opened it. In this box there is a different surprise item..."
"What do the items do?"
"You shall see what they can do."
Using her magic to create a cloud of mist, the box opened up once more to reveal what appeared to be a mystery item of sorts as he looked deeply to try and figure out what it was, he had a feeling it was going to be quite a night indeed and right he was, as the pandaren made another cloud of mist appear.
"Oh boy, this is going to be quite the experience."
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First segment:
Vlad To Meet You.
Nathan examined the first of the surprise items that was in the box, it was a costume of sorts, not just any costume though but a vampire costume - it was a replica of the iconic outfit worn by Gary Oldman in Bram Stoker's Dracula, which was one of his favorite horror movies of all time. He loved how the title character was portrayed and he loved the movie as a whole, looking at the costume he couldn't wait to try it on and see what he looked like in it.
He carefully got the costume out of the box and cleaned it up before putting it on, he walked over to his mirror and stepped into the costume, so far so good...there was nothing out of the ordinary until he saw his reflection vanish, he staggered back in shock as this was happening.
"Huh? Wasn't my reflection there just a second ago? What's going on here?"
"What reflection? You don't have one...at least not anymore..."
"But....doesn't that mean?"
"Yesss...."
Just then a growl emitted from his stomach, he was getting increasingly hungry...no, he wasn't getting hungry, he was thirsty - thirsty for one thing and only one thing...and that was blood, it was like a Horror Hunger of sorts. He started bloodlusting, which is basically when a vampire or similar creature starts craving the taste of blood - in the most severe cases of it, the victim can't control themselves or aren't in control of their actions, he instinctively hissed several times as the lust for blood built up inside.
He panicked slightly as what appeared to be green mist surrounded him, he coughed several times before he started to feel the bloodlust coming on, followed by a jolt of dark supernatural energy as his aura darkened. He panicked several times as his skin began to lose all imperfections and smoothened a bit, but also becoming a bit rugged in appearance, his arms and legs stretched to become more lithe as did his chest and torso, his clothing slowly being absorbed by shadows and turning into a grey Victorian era suit of sorts while his shoes blackened.
"In case you don't know it by now...you're..."
"Becoming a vampire?"
"Yes...you are. And not just any vampire, but the greatest vampire of all. The king of vampires."
"You mean?"
"Yep...me..."
The voice that was echoing in his mind sounded familiar, it sounded menacing but yet compassionate, masculine and with a Romanian accent of sorts - he recognized the voice, that voice was that of Prince Vlad/Drac himself as played by British actor Gary Oldman, that voice was now conditioning him and hypnotizing him.
Vlad's voice hypnotized him and put him into a trance-like state, encouraging him to give in to that bloodlust of his and to embrace his developing vampirism, as he elevated in height to 6'0 and his shoulders and back broadened a bit, grayish gloves now adorned his hands as his legs lengthened, his neckline altered as his hair slowly grew longer, turning from dark brown to raven black as a top hat of sorts appeared on his head.
As much as he tried to fight it, he couldn't resist thinking about drinking blood and he knew that humans had the best blood in the world, human blood would definitely taste good in his mouth and it would keep his monstrous thirst at bay. He hissed slightly as his eyes widened and darkened, a pair of dark blue shades materializing over there as his features morphed and reshaped themselves as a mustache grew around his upper lip while a goatee formed on his chin.
His features continued to morph and reshape themselves until they took on the visage belonging to those of Vlad himself as his canines lengthened and sharpened to become akin to fangs, he hissed as his more vampiric traits took over, his voice deepening to become quite sinister but also very passionate in nature as it developed a Romanian accent of sorts. New thoughts, memories and instincts influenced him as certain words and names echoed over and over again, those words being 'Mina' 'Renfield' 'vampire' 'bat' 'wolf' and in particular 'Dracula'.
A few seconds later and there wasn't any trace of Nathan left, there was only Prince Vlad or 'Count Dracula' as he was most commonly known as. As played by Gary Oldman in the 1992 film, he hissed a few times before licking his lips. Even though he didn't have a reflection anymore, he knew that he didn't need one to see how classy and sophisticated he looked. He picked up his cane and looked out the window, listening very carefully to the sounds of the wolves howling and the bats screeching.
"Ah, there they are! My beloved children of the night."
"I must say that i've done a terrific job conditioning you into being the perfect vampire, you are definitely ready to rule the night, now that you're me and everything, I think you're definitely going to wow the crowds at the costume ball. I think it is time you tried out your new powers..."
"I say you definitely did a wonderful job on me. I didn't know that embracing my inner vamp would be THIS amazing. You truly are gifted in the art of vampirism. Well, expect nothing less from a true legend among vampires."
"I'm glad you like it...now I think it's time you went out into the night to satisfy your bloodlust."
"Ah yes, that is an excellent idea..."
And so with that, the new Prince Vlad turned into his bat-creature form and flew off into the night to go and search for victims, maybe find himself some humans to hypnotize and turn into fellow vampires. He soon found himself ruling the night and bringing classic vampires back - in style. Yes, the king of all vampires was back...and he was ready to teach these newer vamps out there how to be real vampires.
The night had just begun for this vampire and he knew that he was going to enjoy every second of it, he hissed proudly as he made his way to the city square. He knew there were going to be plenty of humans he could sink his teeth into. As for what happened later, a box of sorts was left behind. The box had the bat-monster face on the front to represent him.
Besides that box however was a second box, what was inside it? Well...wait and see. It's a surprise after all. And you might never tell what is inside. Maybe it's something that can unlock your truly monstrous potential. Who can say? It's a mystery. And it wouldn't be a mystery now if we knew what it was now would it? Of course it wouldn't.
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Second Segment:
Rotten To The Core
The second box sat there on the table as Nathan paced up and down, he was thinking about whether he should open the box before or after decorating the apartment - he was eager to see what was inside this one. He paced back and forth several times as he continuously looked over to where the box was. Hesitating a few times before finally settling on opening it, he made his way over to it
A few seconds later, he dug inside the box and found what appeared to be a stripey patterned selection of fabric that was purple and maroon red in color with a very elegant design to it, along with what appeared to be a noise-making system inside the box, which enabled it to play music. The fabric in general moved along to the music, the song playing was one that was very unmistakably catchy in nature and with a ska kind of beat to it.
As if by supernatural magic, he couldn't help but sing a long to it and dance as well, the beat and song were both insanely catchy and hypnotic...putting him into a trance-like state, especially once a certain set of words were uttered. Those words being "we are number one".
"Yes, that's it...sing a long, you know you want to..."
"Did I just sing along to that song?"
"Why yes, you did..."
"Well...it felt...kind of..."
"Good? Why yes it did..."
"How do you know?"
A purple spirit of sorts emerged from the box, the spirit resembled a spectral version of the character Robbie Rotten, the spirit hovered around him for a few seconds, moving in a cartoony but graceful manner as he circled around. The spirit was looking to cause some mischief and he knew that Nathan would be the perfect one to help with that, of course it wouldn't be difficult to sway him.
"Because I know how it feels. I know that you like being bad."
"Kind of..."
"Oh come on, you know that you love it..."
"I do?"
"Why of course you do...being bad is good..."
"Being bad is good..."
"That's it...you know that it is good to be bad because you are very good at it yourself. You are good, in fact..the best at being bad. And you know it, because you're an expert at it."
"Good at being bad..."
"Of course you are. You like villains and you are villainous yourself, but in a bad-boy sort of way - and everyone loves a bad boy... being a bad boy is wonderful, and it is one of many things you are good at..."
"Yes...everyone loves a bad boy."
"You are gifted at playing pranks...and a master of disguise."
"I am..."
The song and the spirit's voice were having a hypnotic effect on him and he couldn't help but agree with the spirit, the spirit floated around, smiling in a sly manner before dashing over to where he was, flying into his body through his mouth and possessing him, which of course caused him to react in an unusual and cartoony manner as if he was a living cartoon character.
His arms started lengthening as did the rest of his upperbody, becoming more lithe in build as his clothing slowly fused with the purple fabric and formed into a rather dapper pinstripe suit of sorts which was purple and maroon, in addition to this his legs lengthened as a pair of spats formed on his feet. He couldn't help but sing and dance along to the song from before, instinctively letting loose and hamming it up at every chance he got.
He slowly elevated in height to become taller as his neckline altered, in addition to this his hair slowly turned from brown to jet black as the style took on a more 1950's style, which was to say it resembled a pompadour. His brow became a bit more pronounced as his skin lightened and lost its imperfections, his eyebrows slicking a bit as they too turned black to match his hair.
Purplish eye-makeup was applied around both his eyes as they widened, turning from hazel to blue as they widened, his nose becoming a bit more pronounced in size as his features morphed and reshaped themselves, his jawline stretching out to become a more impressive one as his chin jutted out, giving him a lantern jaw of sorts. His features morphed themselves even further until he was a dead-ringer for the ol Rotten one himself, which is to say he looked a lot like Robbie.
His voice altered several times, deepening and roughening until he had Robbie's voice as well, new memories and thoughts jolted into his brain as his personality and mind altered, becoming that of a devious villain and that villain of course was known as Robbie Rotten. Certain words echoed in his mind and those words were "rotten" "villain" "lazy" and "number one", that particular phrase was one he was especially proud of.
A few seconds later and his transformation completed itself, where Nathan once was there was now Robbie Rotten, and Robbie was definitely proud to be who he was, he knew that tonight was his night, his night to wreak as much havoc as possible.
"Ah yes! Now that's more like it!"
"Woah now, now that's what I call a whole new look!"
"I must say...that I certainly do feel a lot better."
"You definitely look good, my friend."
"Oh no no, you're the one that looks good..."
"We both look great...terrific even."
"You think so?"
"Think so...I know so..."
"We're going to have all sorts of fun tonight. This night is going to go down in history."
"Yeah...tonight really is the night. Come on, let's go and cause all sorts of mischief."
"I know what it time it is...it's disguise time!"
And with so that, Robbie spun around and he emerged a few seconds later in a Prince styled werecat outfit. He smiled in a sly manner as he jetted off into the night, sneaking around and running around the city causing all sorts of havoc. He definitely knew that tonight was his night and there was no one around to stop him, tonight - the night was his and he knew it.
As for what happened to him later, he embraced being who he was, for he was Robbie Rotten and he was number one. He celebrated in the best way that he could, with a grand performance of 'We Are Number One' of course, of course he also had one more surprise in store for everyone. Up on that very same table from earlier, the next box appeared, this time it was a stripey box with Robbie's color scheme on it, and next to that box manifested another one.
This third box was just waiting to be opened, but what was in it? Who knows? It is a mystery after all. But one thing for sure, that box was sure to come in useful for a variety of things. And it was going to be one wild night for sure.
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Third Segment:
Modern Day Hessian
Up on the table the third box stood there, beckoning for him to open it. He tried to resist opening it, but there was something about it that was drawing it to him and within a matter of seconds he found himself opening it up. Inside it there was what appeared to be a portrait of Academy award winning actor Christopher Walken, the portrait looked like Walken as a hybrid of two of his characters, the first being Max Zorin as indicated by the suit and blonde hair and the second being The Hessian from Sleepy Hollow as indicated by the vampiric complexion, sharpened teeth and hypnotic blue eyes.
He was immediately drawn to the eyes of the portrait, and began to fall into a trance-like state for a few seconds before he snapped out of it. He had always admired Walken though, mainly because Walken was one heck of an actor, able to play both sinister villainous characters and funny characters as well, he could also be fatherly and was a genuinely nice person in real life.
"Yes...that's it, look into my eyes..."
"Is that?"
"Yes... it's me..."
Without warning, he was greeted by the arrival of Walken himself, Walken looked like he too was a hybrid of two of his characters mainly the Hessian and Archangel Gabriel crossed with Vincenzo from True Romance, he hissed slightly as he walked in a graceful manner over to where he was.
"W-W-Walken?"
"The one and only..."
"What are you doing here?"
"That is of no importance..."
"You're not going to drink my blood are you?"
"Of course not...now why would I do that? You're already starting to fall under the spell of that portrait. I bet that you want to be as elegant and powerful as the Walkeny specimen in that portrait..."
"Why...uh..."
"You do...don't you?"
Walken's words along with the eyes of the portrait had a hypnotic effect on him, and he found himself falling into that trance-like state from before as he couldn't help but think that he wanted to be just like how Walken himself looked in the portrait, he wanted to be powerful, bloodthirsty and above all - a truly magnificent specimen. He couldn't help but admire the portrait as he fell deeper and deeper into trance.
"Yes, I do..."
He hissed several times in an instinctively manner as his appetite started shifting to that of a more monstrous type, human food and drink would no longer satisfy it - and he was starting to crave the taste of blood, human blood to be exact. It was a horror hunger of sorts that slowly began to influence him and make him want to embrace his more vampiric urges.
In his mind, the sound of cowbell echoed constantly along with the words "blood" "cowbell" and of course the name "Walken" followed by "Hessian", "bloodlust" and "vampiric", all of which influenced his mindset. More vampiric traits starting to manifest themselves as he became very enamored by the notion of drinking human blood, or possibly turning humans. His aura darkened as a series of supernatural sensations jolted through his body.
His skin slowly lightened as it paled, losing all its imperfections and becoming vampiric in appearance as his arms lengthened to become more lithe, in addition to this his hands shifted to become a bit larger as his knuckles became more pronounced, his clothing slowly morph and reshaping itself into an elegant silver-and-black suit of sorts as two black shoes with a draconic motif materialized on his feet. The next to lengthen were his chest and torso along with his stomach which slimmed down, in addition to this his legs lengthened to give him perfectly long ones.
He slowly elevated in height to 6'ft as his back and shoulders lengthened along with his neckline, now weighing about 169lbs he hissed slightly as his ears developed pointed tips to them, his hair slicking itself back and turning blonde as his brow became more pronounced, his eyebrows thinned but thickened a bit but they weren't entirely invisible - in addition to this his eyes turned from hazel to an aquamarine blue color as his features altered and reshaped themselves.
His eyes widened a little as they became sunken, narrowing a little as his nose shrank a bit and his mouth took on a more crescentian shape with pointed tips, his cheekbones sharpening to an almost villainous level as his chin narrowed. His cheeks sunk in a bit as his teeth lengthened and sharpened, at first becoming akin to vampiric fangs before extending to develop feral points of sorts. His features morphing and reshaping themselves further until he fully resembled Walken himself, the vampire-like traits and instincts continued to influence him along with a new set of memories and thoughts.
These memories were all those of Walken, including the multiple films he had appeared in, the music video appearances and of course as the man in general. At this point he could no longer be considered a 'Nathan', in that he recalled being Christopher Walken, as if he had been born with that name.
He liked the idea of hypnotizing humans and making them his cowbell-crazed thralls, and feasting on their blood, he also loved singing and dancing and just having as much fun as possible. True, he was a bloodthirsty creature of the night but he was fine with that. He hissed as his voice deepened and altered, giving him Walken's signature haunting and alluring voice. Within a few seconds later his transformation was completed, he was half Max Zorin, half Hessian, all Walken.
"Wow...this feels pretty awesome! I mean i'm not only now Christopher Walken but i'm a hybrid of Max Zorin AND The Hessian? Now that's just badass. Then again, the Walken is ALWAYS awesome."
"That I am...and now so are you."
"Naturally..."
"Of course, since you're half Hessian and half Zorin, you're a hybrid of two of the deadliest Walken characters but you're still mostly Walken himself. Might I add that you look especially alluring with those eyes?"
"Ah yes, they're all the better to hypnotize humans with..."
"That voice of yours is also a big part of it. No one can resist your imposing yet alluring voice, it's super effective in enticing them. And you can sink your pointed teeth into their necks, drink their blood and turn them into the same species as you as well."
"You mean?"
"Yes...a whole Walkeny army...and maybe a few lucky She-Hessians as well."
"Mmmm...I like that already."
"I bet you're feeling pretty thirsty..."
"Yes..."
"Like you could use with some blood.."
"Oh yes, lots of human blood.."
"And cowbell? Do you want more cowbell?"
"Yes....I gotta have more cowbell."
"Then you shall have some my Walkeny friend. I have a task for you, I want you to search all around the city for human victims, then I want you to hypnotize them, bite them and drain them of their blood. Then turn them into Walkens and/or She-Hessians, you shall have an army of them."
"I'll get to it right away..."
And so with that, the new Christopher Walken turned into mist and faded away into the night, a couple of hours later he arrived in the city and started searching for human victims to put under his spell. He was the cowbell-crazed prince of darkness and he knew that he'd be sure to find plenty of potential thralls as well, of course the best thing about being the man he was - was in fact he could use his hypnotic eyes and voice to entice his future would-be-victims.
It wouldn't too long until he had a developing Walken army of sorts and a few She-Hessians by his side, he let out a satisfactory growl as he embraced everything there was about being his truly magnificent cowbell-crazed, walkeny, bloodthirsty self. As for what happened a few seconds later, the third box from before stood on the table - sporting a Tim Burtonesque design and appearance - right next to it, the fourth and final box appeared.
The fourth and final box stood there, this time being surrounded by a blinding aura of sorts before awaiting to be opened. What was in it? Well..you'll just have to wait and see my friends, for the surprise wouldn't be a surprise otherwise. It was a mystery box after all. And nobody knows what's inside them.
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Final segment:
Everybody Wants To Rule The World
The fourth and final box stood there on the table, giving off a glistening golden aura of sorts which blinded Nathan for a few seconds before clearing away. He took a closer look at the box before moving his way over to it, carefully opening it up to see what was inside it, inside the box there appeared to be a golden tie of sorts with a capital T imprinted on it. What did the t stand for exactly? It was a complete mystery, but it must have had something to do with gold. And to him that could have meant anything.
He admired the craftsmanship and design of the tie for a few seconds before turning to put it on in the mirror, but just as he did - a spirit of some kind emerged from the box, making him jump back in shock. The spirit looked very much like Donald Trump right down to the hairstyle.
"Eeew! It's you, the big orange idiot.."
"Hey! I resent that!"
"What do YOU want, H.R Trumpnstuff?"
"Woah woah woah there, there's no need for you be hostile."
"Why shouldn't I? You were hostile to everyone, you used to be good you know but now look at you! Eeeew! Trumpty, has anyone told you that it's tomato juice that cures a skunk stink and NOT orange juice? Also..looking like you crawled out of the produce isle is NOT going to help you."
"Hey, that's not nice..."
"Neither are you..."
"I don't know what you're talking about, i'm very nice...the nicest man ever."
"YOU? Nice? I'd hate to break it to you, Goldfish Face but...you're the most horrible person in the world and you're one of the reasons why this year was so freaking terrible next to all the celebrity deaths. Seriously...why? Why do you do such stupid things?"
"Aaaw come on...am I really that awful?"
"Yes..you are."
"But..."
"But nothing. Maybe you were a good guy once upon a time, but now you're an ogre of a man who wants to make sure that NOBODY will want to be American ever again. I've heard all of your complaints, especially on Twitter. You should be ashamed of yourself. You are a complete monster..."
"I just don't think Alec Baldwin's portrayal of me is accurate."
"Bullspit...it's 100% accurate and you better get used to it. I mean what kind of idiot are you if you haven't heard of the concept of satire? It was YOUR idea to have Alec Baldwin play you on SNL, you gave him your 'blessing' so to speak. If you don't like it, that's YOUR problem."
"I just don't like it..."
"You dislike everything, Sir Complains A Lot. There are other 206 bones in your body and yet not a single one of them is nice or compassionate. You're a forest that is all prickles and brambles and no flowers. Trying to find where your heart is like finding a needle in a haystack..or in this case, hay in a needlestack."
"I'm not that evil am I?"
"Of course you are. My god, you are a complete mess. I mean you complain about everything, throw hissyfits and on top of that, there's the icing on this already gooey and slimy orange cake regarding your campaign. Seriously...you're one messed up individual."
"Welll..."
"Oh and that icing on the cake? The fact that YOU'RE going to be our next president. I don't know whether you will make the US 'great again' as you put it, but you're going to be making a lot of new enemies and i'm one of them. Congratulations, Dimwit in Chief...you're already making a lot of people's enemy lists."
"But I have friends in high places..."
"I know all all about your buddy-buddy relationship with Putin already."
"Can't you be nice to me just this once?"
"No can do Trumpty Dumpty.."
"Come on...give me a chance, i'm not so bad once you get to know me."
"Forget it, there's no way i'm giving you a chance."
"Aaaaaw..."
"Trumpty..."
"YOU MONSTER!"
"I'm not the monster here...you are!"
"Hmph!"
"See? There you go again. Hey, Trump the Tragic Dragon - here's something you should know before you complain about me or anyone else again. And that is that it doesn't pay to act the way you are acting right now. You are a hateful, spiteful person with attitude problems up the wazoo."
"OH YEAH?"
The Trump-like spirit roared a few times, trying to intimidate him but he just shook his head and sighed - normally he would be intimidated by this sort of thing but given this was basically Trump in spectral form, he wasn't in the least bit frightened - he chuckled before shrugging it off.
"You don't scare me..."
"Oh?"
"Yeah...you don't frighten me in the slightest."
"Come on, be scared."
"I already am scared but not because you're a spirit, no - it's because of what you're going to do to our country. That's why i'm scared. Normally i'd be scared if a spirit like you tried to intimidate me, but you're basically Trump.. so nothing you do can scare me."
"WHAT?"
"Face it...you're scary enough on your own without any supernatural guidance."
"Oh...just you wait, i'll show you how fearsome I can be."
"Bring it on..but I doubt that you'll succeed. So put away those proverbial knives of yours, because I don't think there is one that cut through me in the slightest. You don't frighten me at all.."
"Rest assured, Mr Forester that my 'proverbial knives' as you call them are sharp enough to cut you to the bone and that my gaze is one that is cold enough to eat hearts like ones for hors-d'oeuvres."
"Oooh, tough talk coming from a not so tough man.."
"Stop it..."
"Stop what?"
"Sassing me...come on, you're supposed to be frightened."
"Trumpty...you're not intimidating me in the slightest."
Nathan chuckled to himself as he pointed to his own head with his finger, mimicking the 'you're crazy' gesture and making a cuckoo-like sound as he did so, which angered the spirit and made him react.
"I SAW THAT!"
"What?"
"THAT! YOU THINK I'VE GOT A CLOCK IN MY HEAD...DON'T YOU?"
"Wooooo-oooh."
"Can it..."
"Oh so i'm not allowed to talk back to you but you're allowed to insult me? That is so hypocritical and so typical of you. That's the problem with you, you're always starting arguments and then complaining when nobody agrees with you."
"That is not true..."
"Oh yes it is..."
"AAAARGH!"
As Nathan continued to make wisecracks at the spirit, the spirit grew rather impatient in his attempts to try and frighten him. He chuckled a little before turning his back on the spirit. He had to admit it was pretty amusing to see this spirit throwing tantrums and hissyfits as well as trying to scare him.
"I must admit i'm really having fun. You're really the most pathetic spirit ever. You can't intimidate me no matter what. I mean look at you...you're a big orange goo-ball that is failing to frighten me."
"Oh..i'm failing am I? Well then have I got quite the surprise for you! Just you wait!"
"Oooh, i'm so frightened..."
"LOOK OUT, HERE I COME!"
Without warning, the Trump-like spirit charged right into him and then flew into his body through his mouth, possessing him as he did so. Nathan flinched as he began to feel a series of unnatural sensations jolting through his body, as if someone was trying to take control of it. The writing on the note also had changed - now reading 'welcome to your life'.
On the other side of the note there was 'there's no turning back' 'even while we sleep' and 'we will find you'. 'Acting on your best behavior' was also imprinted on the box, he recognized these as the lyrics of a famous song by Tears For Fears. He panicked as he listened to the spirit taunting him.
"Oh boy, this is going to be fun..."
"YOU! GET OUT OF MY BODY RIGHT NOW. I DON'T WANT EVEN ANYTHING REMOTELY TRUMPISH IN ME AT ALL, NOT EVEN IF IT'S A LITTLE! I DON'T ANYTHING TRUMPISH IN THIS BODY OF MINE..DO YOU HEAR ME? NOW GET OUT OF MY BODY RIGHT NOW OR ELSE!"
"Now why would I do that? We're just getting started..."
"Well you better not do anything to ruin my reputation while you're in there. And you better even think about making me beat myself up or anything. You are not going to make me do anything like that."
"I would never do that..."
"Oh? You wouldn't?"
"Of course not...I have something better..."
"And what would that be?"
"Oh, you're going to regret asking that.."
Just then he heard a series of unsettling gurgling sounds coming from his stomach, it was as if he was going to be violently ill - but the funny thing was that he didn't look feel ill, he just felt uncomfortable and a bit uneasy. He clutched his stomach a few times as his heart-beat sped up by a few paces. The notes now read 'turn your back on mother nature' and 'everybody wants to rule the world'.
He could hear the spirit taunting him from within and it was starting to drive him crazy, but that wasn't all - he began to feel even more uneasy as his skin slowly glistened and lost its imperfections, in addition to this his chest and torso started broadening along with his arms, his hands enlarging a little as the changes progressed. He heard a series of ripping and popping sounds as his black button up shirt with the spider web insignia on the front popped apart, revealing what appeared to be a coloration of sorts forming on his body.
The coloration wrapped itself around his body, developing into a business suit of sorts with matching pants as his legs stretched to go with his arms, his feet remaining the same size as always, just a bit bigger as a pair of black shoes formed on them, the notes now reading 'it's my own design, it's my own remorse', 'help me to decide' 'help me make the most of freedom and of pleasure' 'nothing ever lasts forever'.
His back and shoulders broadened as he elevated in height to 6'2, now weighing between 198-236lbs of not quite fat and not quite muscle as he groaned a few times, trying to fight the spirits influence. His hair slicking itself back, becoming almost fluffy as it turned from dark brown to blonde - his brow becoming a bit more pronounced as his eyebrows thickened and then 'blonded' to match the color of his hair. The notes reading 'everybody wants to rule the world' once more before changing to 'there's a room where the light won't find you' 'holding hands while the walls come tumbling down' 'When they do i'll be right behind you' 'so glad, we almost made it' 'so sad we had to fade it'.
"No...it can't be! Please tell me, it's not... oh no...no...no...noooo! Nooo....anything but this! Nooo..anything but this. Stop! Get out of me, please? I don't want this. Please stop!"
"Too late...you're coming along nicely..."
"STOP THIS RIGHT NOW! GET OUT!"
A long, crimson colored necktie of sorts wrapped around his neck as his neckline altered, the notes from before now sporting the 'everybody wants to rule the world' message in gold as he continued to alter appearance wise, his eyes widening and turning from brown to an icy bluish color. His cheekbones sharpening to almost villainous level as his nose altered, his jawline shifting a bit as his lips altered a bit to give them an almost semi-heart shaped look.
The spirit's influence was continuing to alter him from within and on the outside as his features morphed and reshaped themselves, if it wasn't for the 6'2 height and the signature hair-style and suit he could have shown he resembled Owen Wilson crossed with Harrison Ford and Bill Pullman, looking in the mirror he was horrified to see who he was becoming.
"Well..."
"WHAT? THERE'S NO WAY THIS IS HAPPENING. I'M TURNING INTO YOU! EEEW! EEW! ICKY! HORRIFYING. I don't want to be you. Being Donald Trump would be even worse than being turned into a bra or a pixie that exists to sit on some random dude's genitalia. Eeeew! I DON'T WANT THIS! Couldn't I just have been possessed by a spirit that looks like Bo Derek instead? That would be so much better than this."
"You should be happy you're becoming 80's/90's me rather than election era me."
"Becoming you would be an even bigger nightmare than turning into Russell Brand."
He squirmed as his features altered further until he resembled 80's/90's to early 2000's era Donald Trump, as horrified as he was to not only be possessed by a Trumpish spirit but also becoming Trump himself, he had to admit that younger Trump had a look that was definitely noble and regal as opposed to election era Trump.
"My..oh my....I forgot how good looking I was when I looked like that. Thanks for reminding me. This truly is turning out better than I thought it would. You really are taking this well aren't you?"
"Well as long as I don't have to sound, talk and/or act like you.."
"Oh...you're not done yet!"
"What?"
The spirit chuckled as he witnessed the next part of the process happening, Nathan gasped as his voice deepened and gruffened, becoming fierce but also very authoritative and almost imposing as it shifted, giving him Trump's voice, accent and mannerisms. He gasped as he covered his mouth out of shock. He had been 'Trumped' a few times before but it was still weird to him.
"Yes...that's much better, you sound just like me now."
"Alright, you've had your fun - now get out of my body."
"Aaaaw...come on, don't you like this?"
"Well I do admit you were quite a looker in the 80's and 90's and early 2000's. I am most certainly am grateful i'm not an orange cretin like current you is. Ugh...I can't stand this.."
"Can't stand this indecision? Married with a lack of vision?"
"Uh..."
The note from before reading 'everybody wants to rule the world' appeared again as several mini notes appeared next to them. He held his head in agony as his memories and thoughts realigned and reshaped themselves, traces of 'Nathan' fading away and being replaced with those of pre-election era Trump, a few seconds later the mental changes completed and he remembered who he was.
Everything prior to this was a complete blur, and he was now fully influenced by the spirit that was in his body, he was now pre-election Trump in body, mind and personality but luckily he had his intelligence still intact and wasn't corrupt, evil or insane. After having a go at walking around in his new form, he decided it wasn't half bad - not the first person he'd ask to be but he was fine with it.
"Say that you'll never ever ever need it, one headline why believe it?"
The 'everybody wants to rule the world' notes materialized on the wall, this time accompanied by the mini ones which read 'all for freedom and for pleasure' 'nothing ever lasts forever'. The infamous Tears for Fears song that had all the lyrics that were on the notes playing in the background as he looked out the window, he was hesitant about whether or not he should go the halloween ball the way he was.
He thought for a few seconds before humming to the song and getting ready, he didn't need a costume though - he could just go as he was and he knew he most likely would blend in anyway considering that almost everyone in the entire city would be probably dressed as Trump also.
And as for with that, he took off and headed to the costume ball. He of course became the talk of the entire celebration when people brought up how realistic his Trump 'costume' and 'imitation' were. Which he was very flattered by, given that he was the incarnation of Trump in his prime.
As for what happened later, he decided to take a look around and spend a little time getting used to who he was. A couple of seconds later, the third box appeared standing next to the final box, the fourth and final box - this time being wrapped in illustrious gold-colored paper and sporting a capital T on it. He did have a bit of trouble explaining to his friends what happened though.
Now, all of the boxes stood there on the table. All of them lined up in a row as a half paw-like hand placed itself on the top of them, that paw-like hand belonging to that of the hostess known as the 'Shadow Seamstress'.
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Epilogue:
All four of the boxes from the Metamorphosis Shop were now all lined up on the table as the Pandaren priestess known as the Shadow Seamstress looked over at Nathan, who looked at all of the boxes to see which one would be the best one to open. He decided to take a closer look at each one before heading over to the costume ball.
A few hours later he returned home for the night, heading to his apartment to go and relax and maybe watch some monster movies before being greeted by that spellbinding female pandaren from before, she had a big smile on her face as she greeted him. She knew that he certainly had fun with the boxes.
"Did you enjoy your gifts?"
"Oh yes...I certainly did.."
"They are yours to keep..."
"You mean it? I don't have to give them back to the store?"
"Yes. And no you don't have to give them back.."
"Do I get a box to send to my friends as well?"
"You certainly do..."
She blew a kiss in his direction, making another box of sorts appear - the box was a much larger sized one containing various creature and character outfits, he received the box and sealed it shut before giving her a big thank you hug for the gift. He was very thankful for the gift he had gotten from the shop and was very eager to share it with his companions, knowing that they'd definitely get a kick out of finding out what was inside it.
"Aaaaw...that is awesome..."
"I'm glad you like it. And I know your friends will love it as well."
"Thanks a bunch...you're the best..."
"You're quite welcome."
So, he sent the package over to the party his friends were at before settling down to watch some monster movies and enjoy the rest of the night, this had been a particularly wild ride and he certainly did have fun. Of course the fun wasn't over yet, after he took a shower he decided to go on some horror websites before rushing over to the bathroom to brush his teeth.
After brushing his teeth he decided to finish up on a few projects and chat to a few friends of his online before finishing off, shutting down his computer and heading to the bedroom, once he headed into the bedroom, he turned on his music player, put on his full moon and vampire bat themed nightshirt and pants and walked over to where his coffin shaped bed was.
"Ah, what an exciting adventure that was. And it certainly was interesting. I hope that i'll get to do it again soon. But for now, have a happy and monstrously fun halloween - and that goes double for my friends as well."
With that he gave a loud yawn as he got inside his coffin shaped bed, laid down and took a nap of sorts, drifting off into peaceful slumber as he thought about what fun the rest of the week was going to be for him and his friends. He thought of what kind of transformations his friends could undergo, letting his dreams/visions influence him along the way. Ah, what a peaceful ending.
But all was not entirely peaceful...as from near the pile of monster comics and issues of Fangoria, the boxes stood there. The Robbie Rotten spirit from the second box was spying on him and waiting for him to make a move, while the Trump spirit from the final box looked on and thought for a few seconds.
He then phased through the wall of the media room and through the wall of Nathan's bedroom, once arriving at the foot of the bed, he dived right into his body once again entering through his mouth as he did so. Nathan squirmed several times as the spirit began to alter him, broadening his torso, chest and arms, enlarging his hands and giving him the same glistening skintone from before as his skin imperfections faded.
A couple of seconds later, his night-shirt popped open to reveal the same coloration developing and becoming a business suit as his legs broadened. Luckily though he opened his eyes just in time and then let out a shriek as he saw what was happening, he accidentally fell out of the bed as he did so. He shrieked even more as he looked in the mirror and saw his normally brown hair lightening and turning blonde, fluffing up and developing the same style as before.
"Aaaah! Not again!"
"Oh yes...and i'm just getting started..."
"Nooooo!"
He shrieked several more times, but then...he woke up. He didn't know what had just happened. Was it a dream/nightmare? Was it a vision? Or was it real? He didn't exactly know, but he certainly knew it wasn't the former since he could actually feel it even when he was awake - and besides, to him that cliche was overdone, but being the responsible one - just to be certain he checked over to where the fourth and final box was to see if everything was alright.
He touched the box and opened it, 'so far so good' he thought to himself as he left to go back to bed, he shrugged it off for a few seconds before looking around to make sure if the spirit was there. The spirit wasn't there, which to him was a good thing. Maybe the spirit had left his body or maybe the spirit had gone back into the box.
And so with that he sighed a sigh of relief before going back to sleep, this time thinking about hanging out with his human and monster friends for one big halloween celebration, however...just as he was about to have a full good-night's sleep, the Trump-like spirit emerged from behind him and lunged out at him.
He awoke with a scream as the spirit once again dove right in to his body through his mouth, he tried to spit the spirit out but his stomach made an uncomfortable series of gurgling sounds. He then calmed himself down as he went back to sleep a third time, this time drifted off peacefully. The spirit then coated him in a golden aura that surrounded him and the entire room he was in, making everything look like it was made out of solid gold.
A few seconds later he awoke and then looked over in the mirror - and what he saw horrified him, his nightshirt and pants were tearing away to reveal the business suit forming underneath, his whole body was broadening and on top of that his hair was slowly developing blonde highlights.
"Oh noooo!"
"Oh yeah, i'm back..."
"But I thought..."
"But what? You thought this would be a 'dream' ending? That this whole thing is over?"
"Yeah..."
"Not by a long shot..."
And the Trump spirit that was now inside him was right, it wasn't over. And he dreaded what was going to happen to him next. Luckily though he did manage to return to normal for a bit, before doing his best to ignore what was happening. Finally he drifted off completely, going back to sleep. He thought about what had happened earlier, trying his best not to let it influence his mind any further - he tried very hard not to let the possession of his body affect his mindset.
But now he was worried - it wasn't over at all. In fact if anything, it looked like things were just getting started and he knew what that meant. He sighed as the boxes stood there on the shelves. It wasn't over at all, it had just begun and it was going to be a hell of a night for him and everyone else. Plenty of scares and chills along the way.
It was a good thing he had supernatural powers though, so he knew he could definitely use them if things got too crazy or got out of hand. Although he didn't know what to do now that he was possessed, he did now that it wasn't over by a long shot. Because after all, it's never really over.
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