write-it-motherfuckers:

It was an accident, a tiny mistake. You had only entered at your best friends behest, oblivious to what his family hid down there. One tiny bump and you had been splashed with some kind of thick purple fluid that was sitting on a shelf, alongside several other strange concoctions and items. 

Luckily you had only spilt some, and had managed to put it back upright without anyone knowing what had happened, the amount in the bottle not seeming to even change. By the time you got back upstairs with the requested items, the liquid had vanished without a trace, so you said nothing. You didn’t want to get you and your friend in trouble.

Looking at yourself now though, you find yourself torn, wondering if you should have said something. Though you had a feeling that this was not something that could be undone either way.

Flexing your hands, you stared at your now pointed, slightly claw like, nails, your mind a mess of panic and denial. The nails had been the first things to change, the first thing you ignored. Then had come the glowing eyes and shifting pupils, something that made you finally pay attention. 

After that, your hair had begun to change, growing longer and wilder, adopting a strange metallic look that couldn’t be passed off as natural by any means. Having been distracted as you focused on your hair and eyes, you hadn’t noticed the strange new markings until they formed on your cheeks as well, no amount of rubbing removing them. You were lucky no one was home.

Anxiously, you sat down on your bed, curling up into a tight little ball as you ran your tongue over your teeth, feeling them beginning to change as well. How much more would you change? What were you even becoming? Why did this somehow feel so natural?

Too overwhelmed by it all, you simply tucked your head into your pillow, trying to muffle the sharpening sounds and scents of your room and the world outside as you cried. It was all too much.