Beginnings of An Invasion.

 Beginnings Of An Invasion.

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In the world of Dead by Daylight, there are killers and there are survivors...and there are some killers who we don’t suspect to be the killer at all and those killers are the ones who are right in front of us or are people we know and love. The case of the killer in tonight’s tale of horror is one that speaks very close to the heart of horror itself...the horror that could be next door to you and you might not know. Nathan or ‘The Scientist’ as he was called was the latest addition to the ranks of the killers, he started off as a special effects and monster creator who was brought on to help the survivors by creating new monsters, which he did, but then he decided to experiment, as much as he enjoyed watching the survivors fight the monsters he made, he felt bad that he didn’t get to put his knowledge of the paranormal to work and help the team out, he was always viewed as somewhat of an odd one by the others. Appearance-wise he stood at 5’7, had a pale complexion (but wasn’t a vampire) and had long brown hair, he often wore glasses or shades and black fingerless gloves.

David always thought of him as a recluse because he was rarely seen during the day or anywhere for that matter, he always was up in his lab building something and talking to himself, or rather it seemed like he was talking to himself. Dwight seemed to enjoy Nathan’s company and saw a kindred soul in him but Ash always seemed to think something was wrong with him, because he always came across as skittish and shy and sometimes seemed reluctant to take part in night-time missions. He would often hide away and would have trouble explaining why, he loved making monsters and had been developing a killer persona of his own, a killer known as the Were-Aykroyd, who was a supernatural Dan Aykroyd with transformation and hypno powers, and he wrote up the perfect description for him. ‘He’s like a split personality of mine, he’s crafty, he knows how stupid some killer victims can be and all those horror tropes, he can mess with his victim’s heads. He is charismatic, he’s villainous but he has a panache to him and a lot of style.’

“That’s it, make me alive…”

“No, I won’t...at least not yet.”

“Aaaaw come on, don’t you wanna give it a go?”

While he originally didn’t think of the persona as anything more than just his creation like any mad scientist probably would, it wasn’t long until the persona started manifesting to him in dreams, speaking to him and trying to coax him into bringing him to life. The dreams then began to feature him turning into the ‘Were-Aykroyd’ and they began to have an effect on his psyche, making him think more about the possibility of bringing him to life, dubbing the ‘Were-Aykroyd’ Dan, he wrote down the details from his dream, describing it all in detail, listing every key moment. As the days went on he began to feel like his creation was very real and was following him, manipulating him and controlling how things were going to go.

He had many restless nights, nights in which all he could think about was what would happen if Dan ever did become real, and those nights often gave him visions of becoming him, becoming the Were-Aykroyd and going after the other survivors. This horrified him since he knew some of them were his friends and he didn’t want to end up joining the ranks of the killers, but he felt it was going to happen and it scared him. He got extra worried when a fan of his sent him a crystalline skull ring, it seems that the fan knew of the death motif he had with some of his outfits and picked it out for him. ‘This is a nice gift and all but I don’t know...this ring has some dark evil powers inside it and I didn’t want to become corrupted by what’s inside. But still it was nice of them to send it to me.’

Even though he was never one to wear jewelry of any kind, he picked up the ring and wore it, surprisingly it fit his finger rather well. The design of the skull was pretty eye-catching with a pair of beautiful green eyes that were made of emeralds, and it was a pretty stylish ring too, he had to admit it that the sender definitely got his motif down pat. He was about to remove the ring off his finger, when he began to hear ‘Dan’s voice speaking to him from inside his mind, this had been happening ever since he created him and this made him feel like he was being watched by his own created alter-ego. ‘Go on, give it a go.’ ‘Dan..you’re in my mind?’ ‘Yes, I am and am talking to you, my beloved creator. You’ve been hiding me from everyone for a while and i’m ashamed.’

“Look, there’s a reason why I have to hide you. If the other survivors found out.”

“Found out about me?”

“They’d think i’m insane…”

‘Look at the killers they deal with, one of those killers kills people in dreams. I’m not the craziest idea for a killer.’ Dan responded. ‘True, but they’d think i’m crazy because i’m talking to myself.’ ‘But you’re not talking to yourself, you’re talking to me and I know that you are dying to try me and that ring out.’ ‘It could be cursed though.’ ‘There is nothing wrong with cursed items, in fact if that ring does turn out to be cursed, I want you to try it on.’ ‘Why should I listen to you? You are a killer, I don’t wanna be one.’ ‘But I can be so good for you, think about it.’

“I don’t trust a single word of yours.”

“But you can trust me, i’m your friend and I care.”

“No, Laurie Strode, Ash, Dwight and Felix are my friends...I would never befriend a killer.”

Nathan examined the ring and sighed as he tried out what it could do, surges of dark energy flowed through his body, tangling with his DNA and increasing his strength to the same as Jason’s or Leatherface’s, and also increasing his intelligence slightly, making him more intelligent than before. He then sighed for a little, feeling no side-effects at least not for a while as he turned on his camera and made several video diary entries just in case something were to happen to him, he also made several audio diary entries. Over the course of several nights, his diary entries became more and more disconcerting, as an additional voice seemed to echo in the background, it was Dan’s voice...always speaking to him in his mind. That voice was always taunting him into wanting to bring him to life, but he always found a way to suppress it, as he figured that if he ignored him, he wouldn’t have to try and explain this to the others.

“You cannot ignore this forever you know.”

“Dan, you may be my killer-alter-ego in my mind but you’ll never take me.”

“Now why would I want to take you when all I want to do is protect you and help you?”

“Help me...what are you doing that you think is helping?”

‘It’s very simple yet intricate, i’m giving you a chance to have a chance to fight back. I know how David King treated you, he thinks of you as a weirdo. I saw those glances he gave at you, he thinks you’re weird and a freak...i don’t think you’re a freak.’ ‘Of course you wouldn’t, but I don’t think David meant to look at me like that.’ ‘Wouldn’t it be great to get back at him?’ ‘Revenge...hell no, that would make me a killer.’ Nathan argued back and forth with Dan, trying to get him to stop. Dwight looked over at him with a concerned look over his face, he sighed and asked him what was wrong.

“Are you alright, Nathan? You’ve been acting odd for the past several nights.”

“I created myself a new persona/alter-ego but my alter-ego is in my mind and is speaking to me.”

“Is he good?”

“Oh no...he’s a killer and he keeps taunting me.”

The other survivors began to worry about him, feeling like something had gotten into him that was making him act odder than he usually was. He was acting skittish during night-time missions more often and he had to hide himself or at least hide out in his lab, and he would talk to ‘himself’ in the mirror...only it wasn’t himself talking back, at least it wasn’t his reflection, it was Dan, and he knew it only would be a matter of time until he’d be let out. He attempted to resist thinking about it but even when he slept and even when he attempted not to think about it, he kept thinking about it...thinking about Dan and turning into him, making him pant in his sleep and feel like what he was experiencing was real, that’s how it always felt to him...even though it was a dream, the transformation felt extremely real and like he could feel it happening to him in the waking world and not just in dreams. Of course he knew that if Freddy Krueger ever got to him, he’d most likely try to make an ally out of him.

He kept having these dreams/visions, visions that he recalled of his persona going after the others and he’d wake up screaming or crying. In one particular one he recalled going after Felix and without warning...going towards him and getting the urge to ‘Aykroyd him up’. However he awoke from the vision with a scream and then looked over in the mirror. ‘Phew...what a horrible vision. I had the urge to turn Felix into a Were-Aykroyd.’ ‘That wasn’t a vision though.’ ‘Oh no, please don’t tell me.’

“Hello Nathan.”

“Oh no…”

Nathan gazed into the reflection of his mirror and recoiled when he saw it was Dan’s...Dan was staring at him with a smirk on his face. ‘You…’ ‘Don’t act like you didn’t love it. Don’t act like you didn’t like seeing your friend become like me.’ ‘Leave Felix alone, he and Dwight are my best friends. I don’t want you to hurt them.’ ‘You like Dwight a lot, don’t you?’ ‘Well yeah, I can relate to him.’ ‘Wouldn’t it be great if you could show him what I can do?’ ‘No, it wouldn’t...it would be horrifying.’ ‘Don’t you want to show him your gift?’

“Gift? You call what you’re doing to me a gift?”

“Why yes it is…”

He shook his head and attempted to ignore Dan, but as he did...his stomach emitted an unsettling gurgling sound as if he had eaten something terrible. Which was odd since he didn’t have anything particularly awful for a meal prior to this, he clutched his stomach with his hands as his heartbeat rapidly increased, making him feel like he was going to have a heart-attack, well that’s what it felt like but luckily he didn’t have one. He peeled back one of his the sleeves on his shirt to see what appeared to be small brown hairs forming on his left hand, he pulled the hairs out but the hairs grew back as if they had always been there. ‘My hand…’ He had seen this kind of thing before in werecreature movies, basically he always recalled there was this one transformation trope where the victim always grew hair/fur on their hands. The hairs darkened as they covered his right hand as well, both of his hands which throbbing as they began to enlarge and he looked at his hands, his fingers elongated and also became a bit thicker...he gazed at his larger hands and screamed as his gloves strained but also tore open a little in the middle.

“Oh yes...it’s beginning...yes.”

“You mean?”

“Oh yes...look, you’re changing.”

“What?”

“Yes...you’re becoming me…”

‘Hang on...hang on, did you say i’m becoming you...as in becoming the Were-Aykroyd? No, this cannot be happening, i’m not turning into you. I don’t think that there is even a likely possibility of me ever mutating into the Were-Aykroyd which is to say you, because you’re just a fictional personal which I created for the purpose of being my killer alter-ego, I created you..you must be manipulating me into thinking this with your Aykroydian mind control powers, you have been controlling every single thought I have been having so far and you probably won’t stop until you’ve completely metamorphosed me into you and made me a killer of the Aykroydian persuasian.’ ‘Listen to you, you sound Aykroydian already.’ ‘No I don’t. I’m just saying there’s not even a remote possibility of me ever undergoing a mutation into you of any kind, maybe in another alternate universe or dream, but not here.’

That’s when he realized...he was already starting to speak in an Aykroydian manner, as he covered his mouth in shock, not believing what he just said. ‘Why am I talking like you?’ ‘Because you are becoming me…’ ‘No, no...no.’ He felt a throbbing sensation in his arms as his sleeves began to get tighter and tighter until they ripped apart, his arms growing larger and lengthening to go with his hands and just like with his hands - brown hairs spread across them and those hairs darkened. Those hairs looked like Dan’s, in fact they were.

“Please no...I can give you anything you desire.”

“What I desire is for you to let me out…”

“Well you’re doing it now, i’ve got your arms and your hands.”

He noticed that his skin was also changing as well, slowly losing imperfections and even a bit of its paleness as it became a bit healthier/ruddier and also slowly aged itself, making him look like he was in his 60’s...he panicked, and then noticed his dark blue shirt getting tight due to pressure, that pressure was caused by his stomach growing and swelling as well as his chest and torso, his stomach gurgled and growled in pain as it inflated, giving him a much larger frame than he remembered having before. In fact, with a few pops, the buttons on his shirt gave away and the seams around the middle started tearing up. ‘Aaaagh, no...please.’ ‘Yes, look at you, look at how big you’re getting.’ ‘Stop this. Please. You’ve done enough damage on me, I don’t need this.’

‘Oh but you do, i’m helping you and you’re helping me in return.’ ‘But this isn’t helping.’ He looked through all his books to see if there was a way to reverse what was happening to him, he didn’t want this to happen and he wanted to fix it. But his growing body was getting to be a bit more of a problem as his shirt ripped up in a few more places due to his much larger upperbody being too much for it to take, he looked through a few of the rips in the front and pulled back the collar and saw the same brown hairs as before coating his chest, torso and spreading onto his stomach, those hairs, like the hairs that had sprouted before were darkening. Now he looked like his upperbody was very similar to Dan’s, right down to the hairs on his arms, chest, stomach, hands and torso being the exact same colour.

“I must find a way to fix this.”

“I’m sorry to tell you this, pal but there’s no way to fix it.”

“No you’re not, you’re making it worse. I’m turning into you and it hurts me.”

The transformation only seemed to increase as his legs stretched and contorted and his jeans and shirt in general were getting tighter due to him also slowly growing in height, slowly growing from 5’7 to 5’8 and then to 5’9, the back of his jeans strained as his rear inflated, giving him what was commonly known as being a dummy thicc rear end, it was Dan’s rear...he grasped his rear in horror only to be met with a new feeling, a new feeling of being attracted to what was happening to him, almost being entranced by it, he had heard of the term ‘simping’ and that was what he was doing, he was unwillingly simping over his own transformation. ‘Damn it...why did I have to make you such a devilishly charming and down right sexy killer?’ ‘Because you knew how much the people out there fawn over the bad guys.’ ‘But why am I fawning over myself morphing?’ Luckily while he was transforming, he was recording a video diary entry at the same time, he always had his camera on to record his diary entries. That’s why he installed them in his own lab, because he knew if something was to happen he could always use this diaries to keep his fellow survivors informed.

His socks felt a little tight as his feet slowly stretched and grew from within them, his feet were growing in the same way as his hands, broadening and growing and pushing against the socks until with a loud tearing sound his socks burst apart, his much larger feet now on display as two of the toes on each foot shifted and stuck together, gaining a webbed appearance. Normally he would have seen this kind of trait on an amphibian or even a platypus or even a beaver or a species of bird in particular water-fowl, but he wasn’t becoming either of those. He was becoming Dan, those were Dan’s feet he had now. He groaned a couple of times as he slowly shot up in height from 5’9 to 5’10 and then to 5’11, he was still growing...and he began to feel like the room was getting smaller. He attempted to find a serum that would cure this and turn him back to how he normally was, but his DNA was altering too, bits of Aykroydian DNA mixing in with his normal one as ‘Dan’s essence merged with his, possessing him.

“There just has to be a cure, there just has to.”

‘There is no cure for being me...you’ve got Were-Aykroydism, and there’s no way you’ll be ever going to fix it. I’m always going to be inside you and part of you, you created me and now you’re giving me life. You know you’ve wanted this.’ ‘No I haven’t...stop teasing me, stop taunting me, I wish I hadn’t created you.’ ‘Too late now, look at you.’ He panicked and then groaned as his back and shoulders broadened, his height slowly boosting from 5’11 to 6’ft. His mind was racing too, torn between being scared of what was happening and being entranced, he felt conflicted...he was turning into his own alter-ego and he dreaded what the others would think, but yet he was simping over himself in his transforming state and he didn’t know why, he didn’t know why he was so attracted to the idea of it.

He knew that the killers got a lot of attention/admirers who adored them, he knew of just how popular Freddy and Jason were, and of how some females seemed to think of Freddy as a ‘dream-boat’ due to the popularity of the ‘Slashstreet Boys’, but now he was becoming a killer himself and he was fawning over his own transformation. He attempted to resist but Dan’s voice continuously echoed in his mind, making him think that what he was saying was good and it was good to let the transformation happen as opposed to resist.

“I’d curse myself for making you such a desirable and sexy killer.”

“Curse is such a strong word, I don’t consider what i’ve done a curse.”

“Oh but it is, you’re making me into you.’

‘It’s no curse...it’s a gift. My allure will surely make those females out there want you just like how many of the people thirst over Lady Dimitrescu.’ ‘First of all, what allure? The allure of a psychopathic were-Aykroyd who makes people into Aykroyds? Second, hey...Dimitrescu is a tall ,seductive vampiress who just oozes class. You’re not as sexy as she is.’ ‘Oh but I am, you’re simping over your transformation right now, admit it...you’re addicted to it.’ ‘There you go again, taunting me and ruining me like that.’ ‘Ruining? Or improving...definitely improving.’ He ran his fingers through his hair as he spotted some dark colorations in the middle which spread down to the rest of his hair, turning his hair darker as it became wavier, it was now exactly like Dan’s as his neckline lengthened.

From what he could tell appearance-wise he had Dan’s hairs, Dan’s thicc build and now he had Dan’s hair and with a cracking sound his height slowly shot up from 6’0 to 6’1, completing his height changes and giving him Dan’s height too, he felt a throbbing sensation in his forehead as his forehead broadened and elevated, his brows thickening and darkening in the process, giving him a forehead and eyebrows that resembled Dan’s. His ears enlarged as he examined himself, he was starting to recognize himself less and less as his eyes widened, one turning green while the other remained its usual shade of brown.

“Your eyes...your face, your everything...I have it now, please no...stop.”

“Now why would I do that? I’m getting enjoyment out of this.”

He felt an itching sensation on his nose and he felt like he was about to sneeze and as he did, his nos broadened and altered, growing into a more Aykroydian one as a small cleft materialized in the middle of it, giving him a nose that very much resembled Dan’s. He covered his face with his hands and then looked in the mirror, seeing himself transform in the mirror and on camera was both horrifying yet intriguing. He begged for Dan to stop, but it seemed his alter-ego was enjoying it, and he assured him…’This is meant to happen, you and I are becoming one. You are becoming me and this has always been the case.’

“This has always been the case?”

‘Why yes, you’re me...you’re the Were-Aykroyd.You always will be, and whenever you’re not me I will always be there, waiting and watching. For I know that this is how it is. You may be safe form me during the day but once it gets dark, i’ll always be there. And now once the darkness falls over, you will become me and there’s no way out of it. You created me and now you have brought me to life. Take a look at yourself, you are just like me...in fact you are me.’ ‘No i’m not...i’m Nathan, The Scientist…’

“I don’t think so, look...you’re me. You’re the Were-Aykroyd and you know it. Your name is Dan and you are a skilled killer.”

“A killer? Me? But i’m a survivor...not a killer.”

“You look more like a killer than a survivor to me.”

Nathan felt his face with his hands, as he did his face plumped up and also his jawline broadened while his lips became what were commonly referred to as kissable ones and his features slowly masculinized more and warped themselves into a perfect likeness of Dan’s own features, he didn’t resemble himself anymore once the changes had finished on his face...now he had a fully Aykroydian visage and he didn’t look like the same scientist he had been before, in fact even his surgery scar seemed to have changed or healed up. He looked at himself and couldn’t believe what he was seeing, he was completely like Dan appearance-wise, he coughed as his voice altered, maturing and deepening, going from his voice into a completely Aykroydian sounding one similar to Dan’s, in fact it was his voice.

His voice and appearance had now completely become Dan’s which was to say he had the appearance and voice of Dan Aykroyd, but he still had his own mind, but even that was starting to shift as he was starting to think that he wasn’t meant to be a survivor, he was starting to feel like he was supposed to be a killer and that he was meant to be like this, his personality and mind were warping and melding with Dan’s, making him think he was Dan. ‘That’s right, i’ m Dan...the Were-Aykroyd, the new killer. I’m a killer, I make others Aykroydian like me while also serving as a protector to the person who turns into me.’ ‘See? I told ya you’d change your mind about this.’ ‘What...no, i’m Nathan. I’m Nathan, i’m not you…’ ‘Oh but you are, don’t fight it, embrace it, adore it. Look at you, listen to yourself.’

“Ugh...no please stop, I don’t…”

“You don’t what? You don’t want this? You don’t feel like you’ve ever been a survivor, ever?”

“I don’t feel good about this...no.”

“Oh but you do.”

He attempted to resist several times, attempting to get the thoughts of being Dan out of his head, but he just couldn’t no matter how hard he tried...all those visions were coming back to him and now he was questioning why in some of them he resisted, why would he resist what he was known for being, which was a devilishly sexy killer with transformative Aykroydian traits and a very charismatic persona. Traces of ‘Nathan’ slowly began to crack apart in his mind as pieces of Dan took over, making him feel like he was Dan. ‘Oooh yes, I remember...so sexy, so powerful, so can’t wait to transform others.’ ‘That’s right, it’s good to lose yourself in me and become me, this is natural.’ ‘No it’s not, help…’ ‘I can help you.’

Within a few seconds later his mind and personality finished their alterations as ‘The Scientist’ had now fully become his killer persona ‘The Were-Aykroyd’, the Were-Aykroyd or Dan as he was called was a charismatic and highly intelligent killer who was a Were-Aykroyd who could turn more people into Were-Aykroyds with his powers and he could persuade others into listening to him. He knew how stupid typical slasher victims were and how horror movie rules worked, and he made his own adjustments to those rules, working on ways to make the trials even trickier for any foolish survivor who dared to cross his path. Of course he wasn’t alone, there were several Aykroyd characters he brought with him that served as his group, and also acted as ‘brothers’ to him, acting like the male equivalents of Dimitrescu’s daughters.

In fact he wasn’t the only Aykroyd who was a killer, there was the Hitchhiker...Dan Aykroyd’s character from the Twilight Zone movie who was a long haired hitch-hiker who liked to have friendly conversations with people who he hitched rides with and would use ‘wanna see something really scary’ as his special mori/killing strategy, J.P/The Reeve, a 106 judge who had his own mansion and junkyard and an engineering degree who had a dislike for drug dealers, criminals in general and bankers, Vic aka the ‘The Blue Eyed Stranger’, a blonde haired and blue eyed Aykroyd character who liked to toy with his victim’s minds and also had hypnotic blue eyes, Grocer aka ‘The Assassin’, who was the adversary to Martin Blank and Vic Frohmyer/Frost-Myer. All of them had his Were-Aykroyd attributes and could turn others.

“There we go, much better. Now let’s see what this form can do.”

He looked over in the various cabinets and then he found something that was labelled ‘Aykroydian blood serum’, he remembered seeing this before but he didn’t know if it had been used yet, he reached over for it and put the serum in his pocket. A couple of minutes later, he decided to break out of the lab to go and find some people to test his serum and powers on, and that’s when he came across the hospital spot nearby where all the people who ended up getting attacked ended up, he maneuvered himself over to the hospital and that’s when he saw some of the recent patients, some of them were asleep, some were awake. He reached over to one male patient and injected him with the serum, immediately Aykroydian DNA entered the patient’s system and turned him into a Were-Aykroyd, he then tested it out on some male and female patients, turning them into Were-Aykroyds too before hurrying off just as Felix caught sight of him.

Felix knew that he had to warn the others about what was going on and it wasn’t long until the other Aykroyds were reported making appearances throughout, turning other people into Were-Aykroyds and causing a full blown Aykroydian invasion to take place. Dan watched from a distance as he saw Felix and then without hesitating, he grabbed him and transferred his aura into him, Felix felt strange as he found himself becoming a fellow Were-Aykroyd. And it wasn’t long until the place the survivors were staying at was alerted of this, and now it seemed there was a new killer on the prowl.

The next morning though Nathan woke up back to normal, as his normal self...or so he thought as he saw Dan/’The Were-Aykroyd’ in the mirror once more. ‘Woah...what just happened? Last night I swear I had a vision in which I turned into Dan and turned Felix and several people into Were-Aykroyds.’ ‘Oh that was no vision, it was real. You and I are one and the same now, you’re going to be me whenever it gets dark from now on and every night, you may be safe form me during the day, but once the sun goes down...you’re all mine.’ That’s when he gulped and murmured to himself.

“Oh no..i’ve created a monster, a sexy, thicc, 6’1, 249lb, Canadian, Aykroydian monster.”

“Indeed you have and it feels good to be a fully fleshed out killer.”

He broke down for a little bit and then looked out of the window, he saw Laurie Strode standing by the door wondering where he was. Laurie had been trying to speak to him about the recent little epidemic and she knew that she must have had something to do with it. ‘Laurie?’ ‘Nathan...is that you? There’s something you should hear.’ ‘I know I know, there’s been a ton of Were-Aykroyd sightings recently and Felix went missing. Do you have anything to do with it?’ ‘Well uhhh...yes, sorry.’ ‘Why are you saying sorry? Did you?’ ‘It’s a long story.’ And so Nathan let Laurie in as he explained what was going on and just what happened.

As the time went by in the lab, he explained what it was that had happened and what happened to him, showing her the video diaries he had including the one of himself experiencing a transformation of some kind. Laurie felt concerned for him and held him. Luckily he didn’t have to worry about Dan taking over him, as he spent the day working on ways to help the survivors while keeping his identity as the Were-Aykroyd a secret or at least attempting to.

He didn’t have to worry at least not up until the early evening when it started getting dark and his Aykroydian urges started to come into his mind, making him start to act like his alter-ego before running over to find a place to hide. That evening as the sun set and the sky got dark except for the moon in the sky and the stars, he panted as he held his stomach, his stomach gurgled once again as he groaned while undergoing another transformation, turning into Dan/The Were-Aykroyd once more and running off. That night, Ash and David went to go check up on him only to find his audio and video diaries. As he ran, Laurie spotted him. ‘Nathan...is that you?’ Nathan/Dan nodded, and explained that he had become the Were-Aykroyd once more and was starting to think more like him and act like him.

And thus with that...a new killer made his mark upon this world, a killer known as the Were-Aykroyd, and he brought some seriously deadly new techniques along with him...there was no denying it now, Nathan was now and forever going to be one with Dan, becoming the Were-Aykroyd everytime it got dark or at night, of course sometimes those Aykroydian traits and urges would surface during the day too but he’d usually try to hide those. And now, he would wake up from each transformation feeling like everything had been a strange vision, only to find remains of his ripped top and shoes on the ground along with an empty box, that box was in the cabinet containing the Aykroydian blood serum. He figured that the Were-Aykroyd persona of his definitely took it and used it.

He bemoaned what had happened to himself,now he would have trouble being around the survivors especially after what he did to Felix as the Were-Aykroyd. He felt guilty for that and he also felt bad about what he had done. But now there was no way out of it, he was one of them now...a killer, he was the Were-Aykroyd now and for the rest of his life, at least during dark hours that is or whenever Dan felt like trying to take over. Sometimes the scariest killers that we ever fight are the ones that lurk within ourselves.