TftW: Trumped-Up Vision.
TftW: Trumped-Up Vision.
NOTE:
This is based on a dream I had about my character being tortured and chased down by people presumably his own allies and being mistaken for Donald Trump, also Dawn Bellwether was in the dream too.
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For centuries many people have wondered..what makes a monster or villain what they are, furthermore they have pondered what exactly makes them monstrous. Some have wondered to this very day how on earth these monsters became what they are and why they act the way they did, sometimes it's not that difficult to see that monsters are a lot like us. Even if they're not entirely human on the outside, they're human on the inside just like we are. I mean we're not all that dissimilar to the werecreatures, ghouls, deadites, zombies, vamps, demons and other supernatural beings out there - as humans can be pretty monstrous themselves sometimes.
Like werecreatures, people can become animalistic and fierce at times, like vampires - some types of humans prey on others to survive and furthermore to get by, and there are a lot of monsters that people are very similar to as well. Sometimes it makes one wonder if the real monster out there is in fact inside us. That is what our protagonist Nathan found out one night when was being chased by what appeared to be a crowd of people who had turned against him, there he was running through the town - running for his life from people who were trying to chastise him for defending the sheep known as Dawn Bellwether, speaking of Dawn - there she was too, she had been captured by the enemies that were after him and was very frightened.
"Oh no...Dawn..."
"Heeeelp me!"
"I wish I could...but no matter what I do, I just know they're going to hate me for defending you. They don't understand why i'd go to great lengths to defend you. Furthermore, even if I could...they'd end up torturing me."
"Why?"
"It seems they don't like it that I show sympathy for you, Dawn. It seems they think of you as nothing but a complete monster, they compare you to Trump which isn't fair since you are not like him...I cannot convince them to stop and even if I could..they would still treat both of us like we're the spawn of Lucifer..."
"Please Nathan..."
"I'm trying..."
"There he is! Let's get him!"
"Uh oh...not again..."
He staggered back as the angered crowd got closer and closer, getting their weapons out and furthermore getting ready to have their way with him and Dawn, he begged for them to stop but they wouldn't stop. He sighed as he narrowly avoided them, trying his best not to get hunted down by then.
"They're after you too?"
"Yeah...they think i'm him..."
"What?"
"I don't understand it...i'm the nicest and kindest person here and yet I get chastised for trying to protect you and people now mistake me for that big orange lout? That doesn't make sense to me.."
"Aaaaaw...that's horrible.."
"I know Dawn, I know..."
"There he is!"
"Guys , guys...can't we all talk about this in a reasonable manner?"
"NO!"
"But comparing her to Trump is horrible...can't you villain haters see that you're treating her in a manner that isn't very nice? I sympathize with this poor gal and there's nothing wrong with that if you ask me."
"If you sympathize with her, then you must be equally as similar to Trump yourself."
"EXCUSE ME? ME? Similar to Trump? Are you kidding me? Okay..so I took a test on Buzzfeed that tested what percentage of him I have, big deal. I got 9% and maybe 11% of him, we are NOT at all similar."
"Wanna bet?"
"Don't even think about it..."
Before he could say anything about it, he and Dawn found themselves on a lab table of sorts about to be torn open and dissected by these crazy people who were calling both of them out, both of them were very frightened about this. Nathan tried to break free a few times but to no avail, panicking a few times before trying to comfort her- Dawn sobbed and cried, to her it seemed like this was the end of the line.
"Nathan...i'm afraid...what are they going to do to us?"
"Tear us open I bet..."
"That's just horrible, they're treating us like this and it saddens me.."
"It saddens me too.."
"I hope we can get out of this.."
"I hope for the same thing too."
He sighed as he saw them trying to cut Dawn open, he then attempted to stop them before another person in the crowd of insane 'villain haters' silenced him. He protested a few times, begging them to let him and his ovid friend be but they didn't listen to him, he tried to reason with them but they didn't listen.
"Now we've got you, Trumpnstuff..."
"I don't know what you're on about, I am NOT Donald Trump. I am nothing like him. Why are you mistaking me for him? You are sadly mistaken, for I am not him. I'm much nicer than he ever hopes to be."
"Nice try, but we know it's you in there. Now let us cut you open..."
"I told you i'm 9% and maybe 11% Trump. I am NOT him at all. So stop with these accusations, please please please. You are mistaken. I am not anything like him, I don't even look or sound like him..."
"Your lies won't work on us..."
"I'm not lying here, i'm telling the truth.."
He snarled at them a few times before a series of uncomfortable gurgling noises emitted from his stomach, as if he either had a stomach-ache or as if he was being possessed by a spirit of some kind. He clutched his stomach, groaning in pain as he felt like he was going to be violently ill, luckily he wasn't ill in the slightest but he was feeling all sorts of intense agonizing pain jolting through his body.
His skintone was starting to glisten as his skin lost its imperfections, he then looked and he saw his traditional spider themed nightshirt straining and beginning to tear apart as his chest and torso along with his arms slowly but surely broadened, his hands enlarging as his nightshirt slowly tore apart to reveal a business suit of some kind underneath. The changes also influenced his legs as they too broadened a bit, his pants shifting to become the suit pants as a pair of black shoes appeared on his feet.
He groaned a few times as his back and shoulders broadened, he elevated in height from 5'7 to 6'2 as he now weighed between 198lbs and 236lbs as his neckline altered a bit, he didn't know what on earth was going on. Luckily though he was able to break free just to see the rest of the changes happening, his hair was slowly fluffing up as it turned from brown to platinum blonde, his eyebrows thickened as they 'blonded' to match his hair, his brow becoming a bit more pronounced as his eyes widened.
The color of his eyes turned from hazel brown to icy blue as his nose altered, his lips becoming what one might call almost 'heart-shaped' as his cheekbones sharpened to villainous proportions, his jawline shifting a bit as his features morphed and reshaped themselves, making him look almost like what would happen if you crossed Harrison Ford and Bill Pullman with Owen Wilson - also reminding him of Greek paintings and statues in some way.
If it wasn't for the 6'2 height and icy blue eyes along with the suit, he could have sworn he was Owen, but he jumped back a bit when he saw his reflection...what he saw looking back at him was Donald Trump, but it was 90's to early 2000's Trump. He rubbed the sides of his head to see if he was hallucinating.
"What the? Is that? No...it can be. I just saw ol Trumpoleon Combaparte staring back at me. Oh no this can't be....I can't be turning into him, this is just horrible. Please let this be a dream or vision or something.."
He screamed several times as his voice shifted, deepening and gruffening to match his appearance, now the voice that came out of his mouth was Trump's as well - he screamed a few more times before examining himself, he didn't know how or why this was happening but he was hoping it would end soon. Of course it was going to end anyway, he felt a massive wave of headaches crashing forth as his memories and thoughts realigned themselves, he tried fighting them and keeping them away but they just kept forcing their way into his mind.
"Nooo...i'm not Trump, i'm Nathan. I'm nothing like him...nothing at all."
Continuously attempting to fight those memories that were pushing their way into his mindset, he groaned several times as he tried to resist them but it ultimately proved to be futile as his memories and persona were replaced with Trump's own as his transformation completed itself, he tried to convince himself and everyone else that he wasn't who he was but that mindset of his was just too powerful.
A few seconds later he got down on the ground and sobbed before collapsing with Dawn Bellwether by his side. Fortunately a few minutes later, he opened his eyes - it had all been a vision he was having, he sighed with relief as he pulled back the sheets of his bed to reveal that Dawn was sleeping next to him. She looked up at him before cuddling him and waking up.
"Are you alright, Nathan?"
"Yeah...i'm fine.."
"You don't seem fine to me."
"Well I had this horrible vision about us, we were on the run from these insane people that compared both of us to Donald Trump and we were almost dissected. And then I turned into him and it was horrid, yet it was so very real."
"There there, it's okay..."
"Thanks, Dawn."
"You're welcome. I'm sorry to hear that they picked on you in the same way that they're picking on me. Those people just don't understand us. They think that we're monstrous but we're not, we're not complete monsters."
"Exactly.."
"Well thank goodness it was a vision and that it wasn't real..."
"I know it was a vision but it just felt so real to me."
"Luckily though something like that will never happen.."
Nathan hurried over to the mirror just to check if it really was a vision, he sighed with relief when he saw his regular normal form in there, he then turned to Dawn and hugged her. He then checked for a second time as he brushed his hair - but as he did so, he spotted what appeared to be blonde highlights. Whats-more he saw his eyes were starting to turn icy blue. It may have been a vision but it looked like it was more than a just regular old vision.
"Uh oh..."
"What's wrong?"
"Looks like it wasn't an ordinary vision. Stupid Trump comparisons. They're messing with my visions and my shapeshifting powers. That's another thing to blame the election for, messing with my supernatural attributes."
"So what are we going to do?"
"We better brace ourselves...because it's going to be difficult for both of us. You're already being treated poorly because of the comparisons, but me? Oh boy...I don't think I'll ever be able to explain to my friends how I inexplicably became Trump in a vision only for it to happen for real briefly.."
"Right."
And so with that he sighed as his hair and eyes returned to normal, holding Dawn in his arms and keeping her nice and safe. Dawn looked up at him in a manner that suggested that she was glad to have him take care of her, she was also very elated to know that he cared for her and didn't want to see her be abused and/or mistreated. He cuddled her and she hugged him back.
As for what happened later, he tried his best to make sure that his vision didn't fully come true, also keeping a perky and optimistic view as he figured that maybe it was just a one off thing - trying to keep it from happening as much as possible and also keeping a low profile in case his friends tried to ask him about it.
Remember, before someone accuses a particular favorite villain (or character in general) of yours of being a complete monster so to speak - remind them that no matter what alignment the character is there are always reasons and explanations for their actions. Monsters and humans aren't that much different either. After all, sometimes it's good to find out what made them the way they are. Next time.. tell villain hater types out there to ask themselves "What makes a monster or villain the way they are?".
NOTE:
This is based on a dream I had about my character being tortured and chased down by people presumably his own allies and being mistaken for Donald Trump, also Dawn Bellwether was in the dream too.
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For centuries many people have wondered..what makes a monster or villain what they are, furthermore they have pondered what exactly makes them monstrous. Some have wondered to this very day how on earth these monsters became what they are and why they act the way they did, sometimes it's not that difficult to see that monsters are a lot like us. Even if they're not entirely human on the outside, they're human on the inside just like we are. I mean we're not all that dissimilar to the werecreatures, ghouls, deadites, zombies, vamps, demons and other supernatural beings out there - as humans can be pretty monstrous themselves sometimes.
Like werecreatures, people can become animalistic and fierce at times, like vampires - some types of humans prey on others to survive and furthermore to get by, and there are a lot of monsters that people are very similar to as well. Sometimes it makes one wonder if the real monster out there is in fact inside us. That is what our protagonist Nathan found out one night when was being chased by what appeared to be a crowd of people who had turned against him, there he was running through the town - running for his life from people who were trying to chastise him for defending the sheep known as Dawn Bellwether, speaking of Dawn - there she was too, she had been captured by the enemies that were after him and was very frightened.
"Oh no...Dawn..."
"Heeeelp me!"
"I wish I could...but no matter what I do, I just know they're going to hate me for defending you. They don't understand why i'd go to great lengths to defend you. Furthermore, even if I could...they'd end up torturing me."
"Why?"
"It seems they don't like it that I show sympathy for you, Dawn. It seems they think of you as nothing but a complete monster, they compare you to Trump which isn't fair since you are not like him...I cannot convince them to stop and even if I could..they would still treat both of us like we're the spawn of Lucifer..."
"Please Nathan..."
"I'm trying..."
"There he is! Let's get him!"
"Uh oh...not again..."
He staggered back as the angered crowd got closer and closer, getting their weapons out and furthermore getting ready to have their way with him and Dawn, he begged for them to stop but they wouldn't stop. He sighed as he narrowly avoided them, trying his best not to get hunted down by then.
"They're after you too?"
"Yeah...they think i'm him..."
"What?"
"I don't understand it...i'm the nicest and kindest person here and yet I get chastised for trying to protect you and people now mistake me for that big orange lout? That doesn't make sense to me.."
"Aaaaaw...that's horrible.."
"I know Dawn, I know..."
"There he is!"
"Guys , guys...can't we all talk about this in a reasonable manner?"
"NO!"
"But comparing her to Trump is horrible...can't you villain haters see that you're treating her in a manner that isn't very nice? I sympathize with this poor gal and there's nothing wrong with that if you ask me."
"If you sympathize with her, then you must be equally as similar to Trump yourself."
"EXCUSE ME? ME? Similar to Trump? Are you kidding me? Okay..so I took a test on Buzzfeed that tested what percentage of him I have, big deal. I got 9% and maybe 11% of him, we are NOT at all similar."
"Wanna bet?"
"Don't even think about it..."
Before he could say anything about it, he and Dawn found themselves on a lab table of sorts about to be torn open and dissected by these crazy people who were calling both of them out, both of them were very frightened about this. Nathan tried to break free a few times but to no avail, panicking a few times before trying to comfort her- Dawn sobbed and cried, to her it seemed like this was the end of the line.
"Nathan...i'm afraid...what are they going to do to us?"
"Tear us open I bet..."
"That's just horrible, they're treating us like this and it saddens me.."
"It saddens me too.."
"I hope we can get out of this.."
"I hope for the same thing too."
He sighed as he saw them trying to cut Dawn open, he then attempted to stop them before another person in the crowd of insane 'villain haters' silenced him. He protested a few times, begging them to let him and his ovid friend be but they didn't listen to him, he tried to reason with them but they didn't listen.
"Now we've got you, Trumpnstuff..."
"I don't know what you're on about, I am NOT Donald Trump. I am nothing like him. Why are you mistaking me for him? You are sadly mistaken, for I am not him. I'm much nicer than he ever hopes to be."
"Nice try, but we know it's you in there. Now let us cut you open..."
"I told you i'm 9% and maybe 11% Trump. I am NOT him at all. So stop with these accusations, please please please. You are mistaken. I am not anything like him, I don't even look or sound like him..."
"Your lies won't work on us..."
"I'm not lying here, i'm telling the truth.."
He snarled at them a few times before a series of uncomfortable gurgling noises emitted from his stomach, as if he either had a stomach-ache or as if he was being possessed by a spirit of some kind. He clutched his stomach, groaning in pain as he felt like he was going to be violently ill, luckily he wasn't ill in the slightest but he was feeling all sorts of intense agonizing pain jolting through his body.
His skintone was starting to glisten as his skin lost its imperfections, he then looked and he saw his traditional spider themed nightshirt straining and beginning to tear apart as his chest and torso along with his arms slowly but surely broadened, his hands enlarging as his nightshirt slowly tore apart to reveal a business suit of some kind underneath. The changes also influenced his legs as they too broadened a bit, his pants shifting to become the suit pants as a pair of black shoes appeared on his feet.
He groaned a few times as his back and shoulders broadened, he elevated in height from 5'7 to 6'2 as he now weighed between 198lbs and 236lbs as his neckline altered a bit, he didn't know what on earth was going on. Luckily though he was able to break free just to see the rest of the changes happening, his hair was slowly fluffing up as it turned from brown to platinum blonde, his eyebrows thickened as they 'blonded' to match his hair, his brow becoming a bit more pronounced as his eyes widened.
The color of his eyes turned from hazel brown to icy blue as his nose altered, his lips becoming what one might call almost 'heart-shaped' as his cheekbones sharpened to villainous proportions, his jawline shifting a bit as his features morphed and reshaped themselves, making him look almost like what would happen if you crossed Harrison Ford and Bill Pullman with Owen Wilson - also reminding him of Greek paintings and statues in some way.
If it wasn't for the 6'2 height and icy blue eyes along with the suit, he could have sworn he was Owen, but he jumped back a bit when he saw his reflection...what he saw looking back at him was Donald Trump, but it was 90's to early 2000's Trump. He rubbed the sides of his head to see if he was hallucinating.
"What the? Is that? No...it can be. I just saw ol Trumpoleon Combaparte staring back at me. Oh no this can't be....I can't be turning into him, this is just horrible. Please let this be a dream or vision or something.."
He screamed several times as his voice shifted, deepening and gruffening to match his appearance, now the voice that came out of his mouth was Trump's as well - he screamed a few more times before examining himself, he didn't know how or why this was happening but he was hoping it would end soon. Of course it was going to end anyway, he felt a massive wave of headaches crashing forth as his memories and thoughts realigned themselves, he tried fighting them and keeping them away but they just kept forcing their way into his mind.
"Nooo...i'm not Trump, i'm Nathan. I'm nothing like him...nothing at all."
Continuously attempting to fight those memories that were pushing their way into his mindset, he groaned several times as he tried to resist them but it ultimately proved to be futile as his memories and persona were replaced with Trump's own as his transformation completed itself, he tried to convince himself and everyone else that he wasn't who he was but that mindset of his was just too powerful.
A few seconds later he got down on the ground and sobbed before collapsing with Dawn Bellwether by his side. Fortunately a few minutes later, he opened his eyes - it had all been a vision he was having, he sighed with relief as he pulled back the sheets of his bed to reveal that Dawn was sleeping next to him. She looked up at him before cuddling him and waking up.
"Are you alright, Nathan?"
"Yeah...i'm fine.."
"You don't seem fine to me."
"Well I had this horrible vision about us, we were on the run from these insane people that compared both of us to Donald Trump and we were almost dissected. And then I turned into him and it was horrid, yet it was so very real."
"There there, it's okay..."
"Thanks, Dawn."
"You're welcome. I'm sorry to hear that they picked on you in the same way that they're picking on me. Those people just don't understand us. They think that we're monstrous but we're not, we're not complete monsters."
"Exactly.."
"Well thank goodness it was a vision and that it wasn't real..."
"I know it was a vision but it just felt so real to me."
"Luckily though something like that will never happen.."
Nathan hurried over to the mirror just to check if it really was a vision, he sighed with relief when he saw his regular normal form in there, he then turned to Dawn and hugged her. He then checked for a second time as he brushed his hair - but as he did so, he spotted what appeared to be blonde highlights. Whats-more he saw his eyes were starting to turn icy blue. It may have been a vision but it looked like it was more than a just regular old vision.
"Uh oh..."
"What's wrong?"
"Looks like it wasn't an ordinary vision. Stupid Trump comparisons. They're messing with my visions and my shapeshifting powers. That's another thing to blame the election for, messing with my supernatural attributes."
"So what are we going to do?"
"We better brace ourselves...because it's going to be difficult for both of us. You're already being treated poorly because of the comparisons, but me? Oh boy...I don't think I'll ever be able to explain to my friends how I inexplicably became Trump in a vision only for it to happen for real briefly.."
"Right."
And so with that he sighed as his hair and eyes returned to normal, holding Dawn in his arms and keeping her nice and safe. Dawn looked up at him in a manner that suggested that she was glad to have him take care of her, she was also very elated to know that he cared for her and didn't want to see her be abused and/or mistreated. He cuddled her and she hugged him back.
As for what happened later, he tried his best to make sure that his vision didn't fully come true, also keeping a perky and optimistic view as he figured that maybe it was just a one off thing - trying to keep it from happening as much as possible and also keeping a low profile in case his friends tried to ask him about it.
Remember, before someone accuses a particular favorite villain (or character in general) of yours of being a complete monster so to speak - remind them that no matter what alignment the character is there are always reasons and explanations for their actions. Monsters and humans aren't that much different either. After all, sometimes it's good to find out what made them the way they are. Next time.. tell villain hater types out there to ask themselves "What makes a monster or villain the way they are?".
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