First thing I know. The whole world is on my face. Either that, or lying on the floor, writhing in pain.

"Argh..." I groaned. Although, it didn't sound like my voice. It was... deep and coarse. "What the fu...?" I couldn't move. Heck, if anything, I could just feel... my head. That was about it. I inched my eyes downwards, to find a black snout growing. I could feel my heart spiking in beats as I tried breathing. Unfortunately, my lungs were blocked by a massive weight, and I could actually feel my heartbeat slowing down... before disappearing completely. [i]Ohmygodohmygodoh-[/i]

Finally. I could start moving again. Well, that was shortly after a beam of metal hit crushed my hip. I screamed in pain as I somehow dragged myself out from underneath the thing, watching my flattened legs go red and black. Cracking noises stiffened what remained of my ears, a combination of bones and walls bending horribly. "Jesus. What the hell's going on!?" I shouted, my voice being drowned out by the vibrations of my throat. Making sense of the situation: nil. I dragged myself on the floor to lie against the darkened walls, trying to breath with all my might. I stifled my continuing screams (which went from painful screams to shocked screams), watching a tail- no, a hand erupt from under my back and between my legs and spasm on the floor, flexing away from red entrails covering it before I could start feeling it. I took a good look at my hands, as my fingers became pointed and giant. I had to bend my arms by a lot to just get a close-up. Tilting my head upwards from them, I could see my legs stretch out, bending and twisting as talons developed. Honestly, I wished it was the work of Richard's formula, making me go crazy with the cocktail of anti-psychotics he had at hand. I gulped, feeling and eventually seeing a series of patterns forming on the underside of my body, while a scarf had grown on my neck and beyond.. Within seconds, I had bounced up, because my entire hospital room was beginning to rumble. I had trouble standing from both the gravity pulling everything down, as well as my new stance of instinctively standing on my toes. [i]Please. Someone explain this to me.[/i] Breathing lightly as my 'lungs' opened up again, I nearly tripped upon a computer that was donated to me. It struck me as odd (which itself was odd, considering my room was about to fall several stories) that the power was out, since the plug was still attached to the wall socket. The screen was dead, although that was because it fell from my table. I attempted to lift myself up, although I lacked the physical strength to do it. But, as the room was beginning to open up and reveal the several stories I would fall, I hastily flew up and grabbed onto the wall with my giant hands.

...

I yawned, stifling it against my pillow. [i]What a dream. Maybe it's trying to tell me something.[/i] I ignored the dream, despite the sweat running on my face. I had woken up before anyone else did, just as the dawn rose... to blind my eye again. "Ah, frickin' hell." I sunk into my bed again, folding my blanket over my face.

I swore seconds just passed, but when I whipped my blanket off me, I had noticed something. Very odd. Almost... I started to laugh. "Oh-look-at-you-ah-haha-oh-ho!" I broke my voice for a second. This was what I needed to wake me up in the mornings from now on. "Ah... oh well. At least you're friends with benefits. If you know what I mean." That old saying by Davis would often disturb him. I never knew why. "I bet I could make several more cracks at you two." I joked, although I took it into consideration.