Were-Aykroyd Dreams.

 Were-Aykroyd Dreams

Roman Craig (The Great Outdoors) TF/MC.

NOTE:

This is part of the Aykroyd transformations with a special October/halloweeny vibe to it and uses the were-aspect to it and makes mention of the Aykroyd virus from the previous story 'A Bad Case Of Aykroyd19', it has horror comedy elements and is based on a dream I had about becoming Roman Craig.

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It was another one of those nights for Nathan Forester, another night of slaying the forces of evil, another night of listening to his music favorites and making friends. But that was about to change, that night as he was got ready for a brief rest he was having a vision, a vision of working on The Great Outdoors, a movie that he loved thanks to a friend he was very close with and he was with Dan Aykroyd and John Candy..two of his heroes and he couldn't believe his eyes. 'Woah...it's really them. And Candy isn't a zombie/ghoul this time.'  He ran over to John and hugged him.  'I've always wanted to meet you, sir.  I have heard wonderful things about you, and now i'm so happy I get to work with you and meet you.'  'Thank you Nathan,  i've heard wonderful things about you too.'  'You guys are so lucky to work on this movie together.  I wish I could be there.' Just then as he was about to coninute working, he began to feel strange...his stomach gurgled loudly as it began to swell, a few hairs growing above it..these hairs weren't his, though...they were darker.  'No, please...this isn't what I wished for.'

He gasped in horror at what was happening, his night-shirt felt tighter than normal, as his chest and torso swelled out as if it was getting bigger.  'What's happening?'  He let out a piercing scream as a few crunching sounds were heard and he slowly turned into an identical copy of Dan's character Roman Craig.. 'Please fix this, I don't wanna be like this.'  A few minutes later he awoke from the vision, screaming but also feeling confused...why did he wish for that specifically, why did he become that character? He wasn't a Were-Aykroyd, at least that's not he thought...he was a half-vampire with morphing powers. Was he sick? Was he catching that dreaded virus that was spreading through Oakendale?  That couldn't have been it, he thought that Were-Aykroyds were an urban myth and there was no such thing as a virus that turns people into them, like the fog that turns people inside out from the Treehouse Of Horror special.   

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah...I just had an odd vision that's all."

"You can tell me about it, sir."

Nathan's faithful undead servant Ghouliam was very understanding of him and the two of them were more like close friends than a servant and master.  'I had a vision about working on The Great Outdoors and wanting to be there and I turned into Roman.' He thought for several minutes about it,  he hadn't become a Were-Aykroyd, or at least he thought he hadn't...and to him it was impossible, if Were-Aykroyds were real...he would have known if he had turned into one, he had been having dreams about that sort of thing but that didn't mean he was one and that it was all real, did it?  He barely remembered anything about the previous night apart from an encounter with another Dan Aykroyd character and that was Vic, he just remembered being hypnotized by those eerie blue eyes of his and falling into a trance.

"What is it, sir?"

"Vic...he must have done this, but how? He hypnotized me..I remember falling into a trance and that was it."

Was this Vic's doing? Was Vic making him have dreams of it?  Was this part of Vic's plan?  It seemed like it, but why...if Were-Aykroyds weren't real, then what was Vic doing there in the first place?  What did Vic want from him?  He seemed very confused about this at first, then he realized...'oh no...he must have turned me. But how, everyone knows were-Aykroyds aren't real, right? How did Vic turn me?' he panicked before rushing to the bathroom to freshen up.  He panicked, feeling a bit worried as he washed his hands several times and washed his face.

"Calm down Nathan, maybe you're just not yourself tonight."

That's when he gazed into the mirror and he saw the blonde haired blue eyed maniac emerging out of it. 'Vic!' 'Hello Nathan. I see you've had your latest vision of turning.'  'Yes, I have but how can this be? I'm not well...'  'A Were-Aykroyd? Maybe you are one, after all...remember last night?'  He flash-backed to the night before, he remembered walking home from work and going into his apartment and that's when he saw him...there Vic was, Vic and also Tom Everett and Louis Winthorpe III - all standing there outside the door,  and he remembered that particular scene.  That particular scene was haunting him,  that scene of Vic hypnotizing him with his blue eyes and putting him in a trance, playing games with his mind...like he often did.  'Wait...you hypnotized me.'  'Yes, I certainly did.'

"But what do you want from me?"

"It's simple...your dreams have lead me here, your visions have lead me to you.  Your Aykroydian side wants to show himself."

"What? But I don't understand, i'm not a Were-Aykroyd."

"Maybe you are, think back to the other visions you have had."

He thought about the different visions he had, all the dreams about being possessed/taken over by Aykroyd and turning into a different Aykroyd character each time, he remembered the scene in the library with the transformation into Darren 'Mother' Roskow, he remembered the transformation scene where he kissed a ghost-girl and turned into Ray Stantz..and he remembered the one where he transformed in the company of the group of friends from the Discord server he was a part of, they seemed to cheer him on...they treated him nicely, they didn't vilify him, they didn't make him feel bad about himself, they invited him into their circle and got to know him and the more time he spent with these friends,  the more he felt like he belonged. Like he was a 'King' to them.  

"Those friends of yours like you a lot. Especially since they are interested in you."

"I know, I felt good about it."

"They know you like to transform, they know."

That dream made him feel like he was welcome amongst his peers, welcome and happy to show off his powers without fear of being judged. His gift, his powers...his uhhh...more unusual attributes, were all very appealing to them and he knew it, maybe he had been wrong this entire time...maybe Were-Aykroyds were real nad maybe now because of Vic he was one, or becoming one...he had at least heard in the legend that whenever someone got turned they would become a different Aykroyd character each night and it start with a dream, just like his had...and that's when he realized, although to be honest he already knew that..what Vic had been wanting to do to him was to make him one and to help him accept it.  

"Vic...you transformed me?"

"Why yes I did...that's why i'm here, you're a newly turned Were-Aykroyd.  You've had the dreams of turning, and admit it...you liked it. You liked it when those friends respected you. Because it made up for what happened to you prior to becoming one. You forgot all about your worries, you just let those friends help you and assist you in your journey to becoming their King."

"Yeah...it felt like something out of a vampire movie."

"Fitting for a creature of the night."

Vic chuckled as he walked around Nathan, telling him all about what happened to him. 'You may not remember transforming but I do. I remember. Remember that hypnosis scene?  That scene definitely is one you liked...and as you did, you turned...you turned into your Were-Aykroyd form and you liked it, oh yes you did.'  'Wait..I don't understand.'  'There's a lot you don't know about us but i'm willing to teach you.'  'But you're going to play with my mind and make me want it to happen. Why couldn't Mike Weber from Soul Man be here and not you? No offense but you don't seem like the type that would be able to help me.'  'Oh but I am, listen to me. You will like it.'

"Huh? What do you mean by that?"

"Just listen and look in my eyes."

Nathan began to feel strange...he couldn't stop staring at Vic's eyes, or staring into them...those eyes, so inhumanly blue but yet so beautiful, he began to fall into a trance-like state.  The more he stared, the more he couldn't help but think of the scene which lead to his first Were-Aykroyd transformation. 'Now I remember, I remember liking it.' 'You certainly did. And your friends do too, being a Were-Aykroyd is always fun for you.'  'Yes, Vic.'  'Your Were-Aykroyd side brings out your best attributes. You're weird and interesting like me and the others, your friends are fascinated with you. You like to be liked for you, don't you?' 'Yes..I do.' 'Being treated like a king sure felt good to you, didn't it?' 'Indeed.'  'Then you shall be one..just listen to me.' He attempted to resist a few times, not wanting Vic to influence him further but Vic managed to entice him further and make him fully entranced, it was akin to a classic vampire movie in the sense he was a thrall and he was being enticed/hypnotized by the 'vamp', the 'vamp' in this case was Vic.

He felt a series of tingling sensations as his skin slowly cleared up before taking on a more mature texture and look all-together, making him look at leasr 40 or 50 so years older as his chest and torso grew, contorted and broadened...straining against his night-shirt which felt so tight on him...a few buttons popped off his night-shirt as his stomach grew in size, plumping up. He always had a soft spot for weight gain transformations or transformations into much larger people...he just felt jealous of others sometimes but luckily this one was a character nobody had claimed yet. He felt hairs growing on his broadening chest and a little above his naval area,  his arms were quivering as they bulked up...the hairs from before growing on them too as his hands enlarged.  His clothing slowly changed into an identical copy of the outfit his clothing was turning into in the dream - basically it was becoming Roman Craig's outfit, could this be who his inner Were-Aykroyd was? He was sure before his inner Aykroyd would be Elwood or Mike Weber but he never imagined it would be Roman though.

"That's good, you're becoming your inner Aykroyd."

"I always wondered which one of you he'd be."

He examined his legs as they too lengthened, broadening a little and he grabbed his rear as it plumped up, he saw a bit of hair growing a little bit down his back,  his back in turn broadened and contorted as did his shoulders...he slowly shot up in height to 6'2 as his shoes slowly tore apart, his feet enlarged while two toes on each of them stuck together..becoming webbed in appearnace.  He chuckled to himself and he couldn't be enthralled as his torn shoes altered into a brand new pair that went with his outfit.  His shoulders broadened as his neckline altered, his hair slowly shortened as it darkened and turned into an identical hair-cut resembling Roman's.  Getting out a mirror, he examined his hair as his brow altered and his eyebrows thickened, both of his eyes widened while one turned green and the other remained brown.  In addition to this his eyebrows arched a little while his nose broadened, itching a little as an indent popped in the middle of it, it felt like he was about to sneeze.

Luckily though he didn't sneeze, he just scratched his nose a few times because he felt it was a little bit itchy as his jawline broadened and his features slowly took on a more Aykroydian look. He chuckled to himself and as he did, his voice matured and deepened, contorting into a perfect copy of Roman's voice - which made him sound like he had Dan Aykroyd's voice and fast-talking demeanor as his mind and personality contorted and melded into one,  new thoughts and memories from the night before entered that new much more intelligent mind of his..he wasn't 'Nathan', he was Nathan's inner Aykroyd, he was Roman Craig and he was a Were-Aykroyd, he had been waiting forever to fully show himself to the world but Nathan always attempted to resist him and attempted to resist the conditioning of Vic, but Roman on the other hand loved Vic's conditioning and he knew he was trying to help him,  serving as one of Nathan's 'Were-Aykroyd' personas/alter-egos gave him great joy and he was going to use some of the techniques he learned from Vic to condition him into accepting it.   Nathan now had Were-Aykroyd powers, and whether he liked it or not...Roman was going to show him how to embrace them, he wanted to show him how to be a King after all since he saw that his friends were loyal subjects.

"There we go, now Roman. It is good to see you again."

"It's good to see you again as well. I've been waiting several nights for this."

'I can see that. But that Nathan always tries to hide you though, it's like he's ashamed to admit he is a Were-Aykroyd. You like being one and can show him what it is like.'  'We've very friendly and nice.  I believe your friend referred to us as being like a group of socially awkward vampires.'  'And aren't we Canadian, so that would make us Canadian vampires if we were vampires. We would be socially awkward CANADIAN vampires.'  'Yes, that's true.'  Vic and Roman both chuckled to each-other as they shared stories.

"Being a Were-Aykroyd is fun isn't it? Of course it is."

"Indeed so..and your friends will love you even more once you tell them."

"Oh they'll find on their own."

"Come along, we have a lot to do."

And thus with that the new Roman Craig followed Vic, the two of them heading over to the computer room where they connected with the members of the Discord server Nathan was apart of and they began the next phase of the plan...summoning the members of that server to help with their cause.  And as for what happened later, more of the other Aykroyd characters were summoned as well and worked on the rest of their plan.

Soon, Oakendale had multiple Were-Aykroyd sightings and the best part was that this was only the beginning of this little tale as much more is most certainly ahead for this two, remember though...no matter what you read here, it's all just a story. Besides, even I know that Were-Aykroyds don't exist. Huh? Excuse me for a minute. Uhhhh, there seems to be Pa Tex, Elwood, Ellis Fielding, Clifford Skridlow, Fred Lavery and Gus Tremor standing outside my apartment as I am writing this. I'll be right back. Hello, gentlemen how can I help you? Oh okay, okay...okay i'm sorry, Were-Aykroyds, please don't come after me. Aaah! Oh wait a minute what are you guys doing? No, no, no please..stop.  On second thought, were-Aykroyds are very real and they're heeeeere.