[b]~Freddy Girault~[/b]

What the hell did I become? I looked like Filou, my hamster when I was 11 years old except in human midget size and completely HUGE when it came to fur. I mean this was an exaggeration, the fur made me look fat compared to what I could feel when passing my hand over my abdomen section. I quickly checked if everything was alright, and by that I grabbed my junk real tight to feel it. This was a very unusual feeling, it felt like it was there yet it was hidden and I could not recognize my French pride there. And what? A man should always care about his manhood even after severely traumatic moments. I stared at the mirror for no more than 15 minutes, not really accepting what was going on and maintaining my belief that there's a possibility it's a dream or a really bad acid trip, until a huge explosion could be heard and vibrated throughout the hotel and shattering the windows of my room. The powerful vibrations were more like an earthquake to my new form as I fell off the sink and banged my ass on the floor. Ignoring the pain, I was more concerned as to what happened and how the hell my windows were exploded. 

As I approached the windows and hopped on a nearby drawer, my eyes widened in complete and utter stupor. The was fire, people running, crying, children lost, cars crashing on each other, debris everywhere, animals and unrecognizable creates running rampant all over the streets. I was high in the hotel but only three floors high, allowing me to have a clear view of everything. It would only be when I looked up at the skyscraper right in front of the hotel that I seriously felt nauseous, as if I was staring down in the abyss so much as this felt imposing - a plane which was probably supposed to land at the airport near the area pierced the building and half of the monolith exploded. I was scared, not because of the plane, but because of the upcoming thoughts that ran through my head. What the hell is happening to the world? To me? Is this the end of the world? I was drowning in stress and would bite my nails if I could, however the building right in front of me would suffer a second explosion for the remaining engines of the plane, creating another powerful explosion that pushed me backwards and brought down the entire building with it. I could see it crashed as I lied on my back against the carpet. This was insane, and I had to get the hell out of here before this building falls down next by some super mammoth creature or some other out of control airplane. 

I hopped on my bed and searched my pants' pockets, taking out the cell phone and a pistol magazine. I'd lay them on the bed apart from the clothes and then went in to grab my handgun under my pillow. My little hands had trouble carrying these, so shooting would be a big problem. As I sat to think for a moment, considering how dangerous it would be to get out unarmed, my tail which I barely took into account yet, grabbed the hand in a fashion that it could easily replace a hand. I barely even actively make it grab it, it felt automatic like reaching in for something with my hand. As I realized this, I raised an eyebrow and quickly observed that my tail reacted as if it were an arm or something of the sorts. I smirked, realizing that maybe not all hope was lost, but now I'd have to carry the rest. I then had the same sensations with the differing fur linked to my head as both of these strands of fur grabbed the items and had the final strand serving as a weird scarf hold them against my back. They actually felt light when held my these things, despite my small silhouette. Perhaps this vermin-like body had something I wouldn't expect from it when it came to physical prowess, after all I did make pretty strong jumps without ever trying. 

As I stepped out my hotel room, it was chaos all over the corridors, and the elevators, so I took the stairs. The lobby was devoid of staff and people were fighting to get their luggage out and snagging keys they confided to the employees who righteously fled the area. I didn't care, I swiftly ran off in the streets hoping my small form would avoid getting too much trouble. Luckily the exist didn't face the apartment hit early, but my God was this a mess. I had to look for some place safe, that wouldn't be susceptible to multiple hazards at once. So high buildings were a no go seeing the numerous planes losing balance and the amount of flying creatures there were, a few of them terrorizing the citizens. I I ran for a couple of minutes, I would pretty much cross a line of weather here, for only in a split second my new fur had gotten soaked by unwarranted rain. The drizzle was strong, the streets were flooding from where it was raining but barely any water made it out of the limit I was in just a few seconds earlier. This was troublesome, but I had to push forward because it appeared obvious people were tending to avoid these conditions and simply wanted shelter, I needed to find something like a garage or at least some cabin where I could think straight. 

Within the rain, where darkness ruled because of the clouds I could barely see because of all this water pouring down on my face, I could distinguish three silhouettes marching near me, almost toward me. They were the only souls I'd cross, sans a few that were escaping just at the border of this climate shithole.Two of them were quite short, possibly children, but one looked tall and barely human at all. I pointed my gun toward these folks, not because I wanted to harm them, but rather I wanted to know what was really going on and possibly get useful indications. I'd douse them with a little of my French flavored English as a warning of my presence. Though I did take a strong voice due to all the rain drops hitting the ground and the background explosions and gunshots governing the sounds roaming in the area. 

"[b]Hey, you three. I recommend you don't move and further, not because I have a gun pointed to you, but because I'm getting away from there and I have damn good reasons to.[/b]"

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[b]~Jade Fintch~[/b]

He was walking closer and closer to my room, shooting in every apartment room he crossed, thus shutting everyone up. In a way it felt less stressful because there would be less whimpering and crying, but in another I was mortified knowing I'd be fucking next. I swallowed my fear and clenched my laptop, in hopes that he wouldn't bother to look for me if I stayed quiet. As hit footsteps got really loud, I'd hear someone else march in at a very past pace before I could hear powerful thuds and a body hitting the ground. The singing stopped and the footsteps that kept going were not the same as before. Suddenly a man opened my door, which was more than likely unlocked by that sociopath before being taken out or something, and a different man with a baseball bat came in as if he owned the place and lied down on the bed I was hiding under of. In the moment I was vexed that people would act this way, I mean c'mon I'm not one to get fucked up boys and girls. But then I felt completely relieved knowing this man was the one barging in my room and not that crazy asshole. 

I'd crawl out, wearing only a T-shirt and shorts, only to stand up and glare at the man. I let him a few seconds to realize that MAYBE he had intruded in my place and was KIND OF hanging around on my bed. Hand on my hips I would then snicker as I sign that I really didn't give a fuck at this point. 

"[b]Well thanks for getting rid of that Jehova sucking asshole. Hope you're liking my grandiose bed because I sit my sweaty ass on it every day, all day.[/b]"

I'd say to sooth the tensions that were undoubtedly rising because of everything that was going on, but for some reason I couldn't help but be natural with the sight of a normal person right before me. I'd let out a quick sigh and let my arms drop a little as I just grasped how shitty everything got. 

"[b]Fuck... Sir, man, whatever. What the hell is going on? I-I don't even...[/b]" 

I didn't even introduce myself, all these things were suddenly rushing through my mind. However as I finished my incomplete sentence, the man before me could see a part of my face igniting in a purple flame for about half a second, as well as parts of my body distorting in such a way that no one could be convinced that it would be some optical illusion due to fatigue or drogues. It looked completely abnormal and the worst part would be that I wouldn't notice any of it.