Way Of A Psychopath

 The Way Of A Psychopath.

Grocer (Grosse Pointe Blank) TF.

NOTE:

This is inspired by a transformation dream I had last night involving myself or my character turning into Grocer after picking up his guns and also by a couple of horror villain transformations I have seen including Freddy Krueger and Jason Voorhees and has a similar theme to it.

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We all tend to be our own worst critics from time to time and that was most certainly true with Nathan, as much as he was referred to as an asshole by others specifically those who didn't even 'slight' him or had reasons for blocking him on Deviantart and the like but he was paranoid whenever someone did that as it translated to him as that person hated him and would have hated to meet him in real life and he perfectly understood that, but to be viewed as an asshole and to be seen as this villain who only has friends because his friends pretend to like him because they know he's horrible really hurt him, he hated having to harrass people and he hated having to be mean, even if the person did deserve it...he hated being what others perceived him to be and just wanted to be himself,  but he just couldn't be nice to everyone.  He had an evil side to him, an evil side that was a psychopathic Corey Feldman who transformed people who didn't deserve it into living doll versions of Pokemon but had it so the victims kept their human minds and organs.  He hated having to be evil, that's why he hated RPs and scenarios where characters were corrupted and made into being the mindless goons of the monster/villain who turned them because it was depressing and heartbreaking, seeing someone who is normally a smart or good character losing their mind. 'Why do I have to be so cruel sometimes? Why are there so many sick, horrible and fucked up creatures in this world who think corrupting others is okay?' He hated that sort of thing, he really did. It brought back all the horrific memories of when he was taken over by the Hessian and almost killed his female companion Sarahbella at the time while under his influence,  he remembered how that felt...getting addicted to blood and the taste of it, making him feel like all he wanted to do was kill...Sarahbella had been killed off several times before and transformed but she made it out alright,  but by the time he realized what he had done, she had been corrupted by him, essentially killing her human side and turning her into a female Hessian.  Yet,  as horrible as it was...becoming the Hessian did feel good.  Even if he couldn't cotnrol himself,  but he never thought about turning into a villain ever again.  But one night where he was in his apartment, breaking down and crying over all the bad things he had done,  he looked over at what appeared to be a pair of Colt Mustang pistols.  He didn't remember ordering those since he wasn't a gun user unless he was fighting monsters.

There seemed to be a dark aura emitting from the pistols that made his supernatural sense tingle..'What's going on here? I don't remember ordering these.'  A shadowy being emerged from the aura and floated around him. 'There's no need for you to be alarmed.  I'm here to help you.' 'Who are you?' The shadowy being floated around for a bit before taking on the form of a familar Aykroydian hitman.  'Why, i'm your friend. I am Grocer.'  'From Grosse Pointe Blank? But you're dead. I saw the movie, you got killed with a television set.'  'I know, I know...but i'm back and I want to help you.'  'Why should I trust you when I barely even trust myself?' He broke down in tears as Shadow!Grocer floated around him and attempted to comfort him. 'Aaaaw, no please don't cry.  I''m here to help you.  I know you have problems coping with loss.'  'Look, she was the best closest to real friend I ever had and now she will never want to see me again for as long as I live.'  'You poor thing.'  'And all because I pretty much turned on her and made her the villain.'  'You can't trust anyone in this crazy world and I know.'

"I shouldn't be able to trust you either."

"But I think you should."

"You are a villain and i'm supposed to be the hero, i'm an asshole..yes, but i'm still technically the hero."

"Hero, villain...cat, mouse...it's all part of the cycle,  and with you I can help continue that cycle."

"But you're crazy..."

'Aren't we all?  I know it sounds like i'm manipulating you into doing this,  but hear me out...if you use those guns there and give them a shot, you'll feel better and I can help you to feel better.' 'How is manipulating me/brainwashing me going to help?' 'Me? Brainwash you? Never.  Besides,  I wouldn't want to mess with a powerful half-vampire like you.'  'You know i'm half-vampire?' 'Why of course, and with those powers must come a ton of perks.'  'Well yeah...getting to hypnotize people is fun and I don't have to worry about people following me when I go out on a walk at night.'  'People don't follow me either.'  'That's because you're likely to kill them if they do.'  'I know, but I think it's fun. Sounds to me you've never had a go at being a bad guy before.'  'I was taken over by the Hessian Horseman and got an addiction to blood.  An addiction that now has been more at ease due to my vampirism which comes in useful.'

"Did you ever turn someone and drain them and fully turn them into your thralls?"

"Sure but only when I feel like doing it or if there's no other choice."

"If I had your kind of power i'd be doing that all the time."

Nathan attempted not to listen to him, he knew that this was an attempt to corrupt him and to coerce him. He didn't want to but Shadow!Grocer seemed like he genuinely wanted to help him, he hissed a little..not wanting to believe him, but in that sense it seemed like he didn't have a choice.  He nervously walked over to the pistols and reached over, as if by supernatural magic both of them popped up in his hands and without warning started firing off,  he attempted to stop them only for it to continue, and for him to be overtaken slightly by a sense of enjoyment and excitement. 'Ooh, yes...yes, yes...oh yes, this feels good. This feels awesome! No, wait a minute...what's happening?', that sensation left him for a little bit as he returned to normal before, he didn't like having to hurt people or kill them especially if they didn't deserve it, so why did he enjoy it so much? Why he did enjoy firing off those guns?   He panicked,  attempting to resist whatever Grocer was doing to him...he knew this wasn't good in the slightest but he was getting all giddy and excited about it, killing and destruction seemed like fun to him. 'What's wrong with me? Why am I enjoying this? What are you doing to me?'  'Relax, I am helping you. And this is going to make it all better.'  'You're trying to take control of me, aren't ya?'  'Aaaw shucks, you figured it out. But what i'm gettng at is that this can be benfictially to both of us. You get what you've always wanted to have and I get someone who gets where I am coming from.'  'But I don't understand why me?'  'We've got a lot of work to do, you've got the body and i've got the brains.'  'I don't think this is a good idea.'  'Oh but I do...and I think you'll love it too. Oh yes you will, bing bing bing bing bing bang...popcorn!' 'Aaaagh!'.

As much as he hated it,  and as much as he felt like he was being manipulated and controlled, it felt oddly pleasing to go all gun crazy like that and Grocer did indeed have a point,  he picked up the pistols and fired them off one by one, chuckling as he did...as more feelings of gleefulness influenced him.  He didn't know why and he didn't know how but he was enjoying it.  That's when Grocer took the opportunity to influence him further,  conditioning him into liking it and controlling him further. That 'Popcorn!' phase echoing in his mind as this was happening, he attempted to resist several times.  'No, no...I mustn't do it.' 'Oh but you must, it's good to do so. I'm your friend, you can trust me and you know that this is good for you. It's good to vent and let it out, clearly you need this.' 'No I don't...'  

Just as he was about to object, Grocer entered his mouth and dove down his throat...possessing him in the process. 'Ah, here we go. Now the fun really can begin.' 'I want you out of my body, please.'  'I'm afraid I cannot do that, since I am your friend and i'm here to help, this is part of the process of our alliance.'  'What alliance?'  'Our killer alliance of course.'  'I refuse to be part of this...and I don't want to.'  'Oh but you do, you like this a lot. Don't deny it. You like this, I like this. We both need this.' 'What are you doing?' 'We already sort of think a-like but now I am going to make sure we are one and the same.'  'Whatever you have planned for this, I don't want to be a part of it.' 'Come now, I think you will enjoy it...as will I.'  He grunted a few times as his stomach gurgled,  he felt like he had eaten something awful even though he didn't have anything to eat at all, his shirt slowly began to tighten as his chest and torso slowly broadened.

His skin slowly lost imperfections but also aged up a couple of years as hairs slowly sprouted on his chest and also on his arms, speaking of his arms...a loud cracking sound was heard as his arms broadened and bulked up,  the hairs started off being the same color as his normal hair but darkened as he attempted to keep himself from firing a few more shots from those pistols, he atempted to control his developing love for destruction.  Grocer's voice echoed in his mind, making him want to listen to him. 'This does feel nice, oh wait...no it doesn't, stop it.'  'Come on now you know it feels good to be like me...and now look at you, you're becoming just like me, isn't this fun?'  'No, it's not.'  He grunted as his stomach plumped up, the buttons popped off his shirt before his shirt strained a bit more before slowly turning a shade of blue and widening to fit his body, his hands slowly swelled as a pair of light blue gloves materialized on them.

The sensation from before was starting to influence him, making him like the process and want more of it...his jeans felt a little bit snug in the back as his rear plumped up, making him look THICC so to speak as his legs altered to match his arms. He heard a crunching sound as his back broadened but this didn't hurt him, his newly developing mindset just happened to be conditioning him into liking it and he was fighting it.  'Yes, this is a good body to have. This is a perfect body to simp over.'  He snapped out of it as he attemtped to resist. 'No, it's not. This isn't right, this isn't my body,  yet I feel like it is.'  'It has always been your body, you've always had this...no I haven't.'   Grocer's influence was definitely getting to him, making him think that he liked it...and that this was all natural.  'It's natural, trust me.'  'No it's not...oh wait, it is.  This is my body, no wait...no it's not. Aaah.'

He heard a crunching sound as his shoulders broadenend but this felt oddly soothing to him as he slowly elevated in height to the same height as Grocer,  that's when he realized what he meant...he realized that what the hitman meant that by taking control of him and how the two of them weren't so different,  it meant that he was not just becoming like him but also literally becoming him nad it horrified him yet intrigued him as the hitman's voice, mantra and words echoed further in his mind. He looked down at his legs and towards his feet, his jeans slowly darkening and turning into a pair of extra wide grey pants as his feet grew in size, two of the toes on each toe stuck together...making him look like he had webbed toes. His vampire bat themed boots turning into a pair of shoes that matched Grocer's ones.  He gasped as his neckline altered and his hairline slowly shortened and darkened, before spiking up as his eyebrows also darkened and thickened, in addition to this there was a throbbing sensation in his forehead as it elevated, becoming larger than normal as his eyes widened, one remaining brown while the other turned green...his nose broadening as an indent formed in the middle of it,  his jawline slowly broadened as his features slowly warped and plumped up, contorting into a perfect identical copy of Grocer's features,  he let out a piercing scream as his voice deepened and contorted itself. He could still hear the hit-man's voice in his head and yet as much as he wanted to resist,  all he wanted to do was listen and to accept his words of advice.  After all did he really mean to cause harm to him and others?  He seemed like a reasonable person even if he was a killer,  and it did feel good to become like him after all...but he was conflicted.

"This should horrify me but why do I enjoy it so much?"

"Possibly because it's good and I am helping you."

"I still don't understand why though...I don't get how this is helping."

"Oh you will see in a minute."

'But how does looking like you help?' Nathan inquired, but just as he did...his voice contorted even further to sound exactly like Grocer's, he covered his mouth and then attempted to try and turn back to normal, but each time he turned back into the Grocer doppelganger form and he gasped. 'See?  I told you this will help you, you don't need anyone else when you have me'.  'This isn't right though, i'm you...at least mentally i'm still me and ugh...my head hurts.'  There was a stinging sensation in his head as his personality and mind slowly began to alter,  his memories were changing to reflect his appearance, he was starting to think he had always been who he was, 'Nathan' seemed to fade into the proverbial shadows as Grocer's memories and personality influenced ihm,  that's who he was remembering himself as...or rather that's who he thought he was.  'Yes, yes...this feels natural and also perfect. Naturally this has always been how I am...wait a minute, no it's not,  my name is Nathan. I'm not Grocer, i'm Nathan.'' 'Oh but look at you and listen to yourself, you are me.'  'Yesss, no wait no I'm not...help!' Despite what his own voice was saying...his mind was thinking otherwise, he was thinking that he was who he was.

No matter how many times he attempted to resist,  Grocer's mindset and personality slowly began to merge with his...he was thinking that this was the right personality and right mind,  he was definitely remembering his name was Grocer and not Nathan, and while he was putting up a good fight,  it was ultimately in vain as Grocer took over completely replacng him. When the transformation finalized the new Grocer looked around, examining his appearance before-hand, he never thought of himself as handsome or attractive before but he knew there were some people out there that thought he was sexy.  He chuckled to himself as he hummed 'She'll Be Coming Round The Mountain', before looking over at the table.  He had revenge on his mind for sure, but first...he was wondering all the other Aykroyd characters were,  surely he wasn't the only one there at the moment, he had gotten a call from one of them a couple of hours ago and he was going to call them back.  But in the meantime he decided to use Nathan's computer to log onto a server.  'Hmmm...Simp Central.  It seems like i've found the place. Nobody will ever suspect a thing.'  He smirked as he logged onto the server and registered on under the username of Lonegunman32.  

"Ah here we go."

"Welcome, LG.  We hope you enjoy your stay."

"Oh I will.."

Thus with  that the frst part of the plan began to take place as he gained information from the others,  a couple of hours later all the other Aykroyd characters arrived and the next part of the plan came to fruition. He turned on the viewing screen and he saw Martin Blank's car parked outside the apartment complex next door and a devious smile came across his face. 'Time to go and pay my old buddy a visit.' He then teleported himself out of the lab and began the next part of his mission, and that mission was vengeance fulled.  Remember,  we all tend to be our worst enemies sometimes and sometimes the bad things we do always come back to haunt us in one way or another, so try to keep a good moral compass and keep your moral compass in the right direction.