The Beast I Have Become

Chapter 15

        What's happening?! Jack is shaking in the corner and it's freaking me out. Jack said he doesn't feel good. He looks up at me and I see his eyes glowing red. I know those eyes. Nightmare Fredbear. Oh, fuck no.
        All I can do is watch as my friend's body turns into a huge animatronic nightmare. I can't even find my voice right now, it's gone. A seven-foot animatronic now stands over me. His huge head and tiny eyes looking down in mockery at my weaker form compared to it. I expect it to kill me or something, but it just stares. I don't even know how it's possible, but I swear I see amusement in those red glowing eyes and if he could move his huge jaw, he'd probably be smirking down at me.
        "Why are you staring at me like that?" I yell over its loud breaths. Why would some oversized robo-bear need to breathe anyway? He only opens his huge mouth and let's out that evil laugh that I hate so much. I then feel pain in my hands. A very strong pain. I cry out and look down to see my fingertips now the huge, solid metal claws of Nightmare.
        "Aaah," Fredbear's robotic voice moans with smug happiness. I growl and find my own voice to now be robotic. I cry out as my legs become long and my body turns into the quick as lightning seven-foot Nightmare. If you notice, Nightmare's legs look kind long for his own body. I'm not sure if it's just the way he looks or how you can barely see him, but he appears to have a small body and long arms and legs.
        I look up and Fredbear hands me my dirty yellow hat. We both look at each other, happiness in both of our red glowing eyes.
        It's time to make FNAF 4 real...
        Let's go kill some kids tonight...

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I wake up with a scream, but though I'm in the process of being scared to death, the nightmare continues. Blood, children screaming, and animatronic laughs flash before me. I'm having a full out panic attack. I don't recall ever having a real one, but today is the day. I scramble back and my head bashes into the wall with a loud bang.
        "OUCH!" I yell to the pain. "SON OF A BITCH!!!" Ryan scrambles into my room.
        "What the hell?!" Ryan asks.
        "Holy balls," I say in between my pants. "I'm so sorry. I just had a very very bad dream. Holy hell." Ryan calms down once he sees that someone isn't trying to kill him and says that it's ok, before leaving. I'm guessing he told the others too because Jack comes up and leans on the doorframe.
        "You alright?" He asks. I don't answer. "Was it a werewolf killing dream?" I shake my head.
        "This was...something like that," I reply slowly. "Instead of us turning into wolves, you turned into fucking Fredbear, and I turned into fucking Nightmare. The worst part was, was when we murdered children at the end."
         "Holy hell," Jack replies with his eyebrows raised. "That's some fuckin' Nightmare. Get it? Nightmare?" I couldn't help but smile at his crappy pun. Smiling at Jack's crappy puns still doesn't make me feel any better, unfortunately. I still have a headache, I feel like complete shit, and I'm sore all over.
        As the night comes, we soon tie ourselves down and wait for the time to come. As the moon slowly rises in the sky, my ill state becomes worse. I become clammy, my skin is a bit pale, and my sweaty hands shaky. I feel sick. I then ball up on the cold cement floor and moan in pain. I look up into the bright blue eyes of my Irish friend. I then close my eyes as the squirming and pain in my stomach increases greatly. I clench my teeth as every muscle in my body tenses up. My muscles are so tense that it hurts, but not as badly as the unnatural pain surging through my already sore limbs. I can't help but cry out to the pain, blood flying and dripping from my mouth as my teeth become pointy and fang-like. My body changes and my face pulls out and forms a long, black fur covered snout. The pain becomes unbearable.

***

I wake up on the cold hard floor. Something doesn't feel right. I don't know what it is, but something is off. I moan and slowly push myself up with my sore arms.
        "Hey," a low voice says. "He's awake." I think it's supposed to be whispering, but with my great hearing, I can hear it clearly. I feel around in my pocket and find my glasses. I must've put them there by mistake. I slip them on and surprisingly find them to be fine. With all of the things I've done (including them flying off my face to hit someone) they haven't cracked...yet. Anyway, I let my eyes adjust and look around. I see a group of four standing in front of me, all observing me with happy eyes. I find my chains still tied up with manacles, but this is for sure is a different basement.
        "I can't believe it," a blonde-haired boy says. "We've actually caught one!" The other smile and mutter in agreement. Great, another werewolf hunting party. At least I didn't get used as target practice this time. I can't think of anything to say, so I just stare up at them. I don't even know how they got me here. Tranquilizer darts, maybe? That's the best I could think if I didn't get shot.
        "Man," one hazel-haired boy says. "They way cooler in person. I mean, the way he cocks his head is like a wolf. Even in human form!" Really? I don't even recall cocking my head to the side.
        "Holy shit," one black-haired one says. "This is so fucking awesome! A bit Asian actually." The others mutter in agreement.
        "Hellllo," a dark brown-haired boy says slowly. "I'm Dylan. How's it going?" He's still talking to me like I'm an alien from another planet. I raise an eyebrow at him and give him a look that tells him that I think he's a dumbass.
        "Man," the blonde one says. "I'm a blonde and even I wouldn't think he doesn't know English. Hi, there." I give him and small and very fake smile in acknowledgment.
        "Thank you for talking to me like an actual human and not some alien from Mars," I reply back. The dark brown haired boy looks away a bit sheepishly. The blonde boy gives me a small smile nods.
        "So," the black-haired boy says. "You're a werewolf. You know that, right?" I nod in reply. "I'm guessing you haven't been one for long then." I nod in agreement again.
        "This is only my...fourth full moon?" I reply a little unsure of my answer. "Yeah, I think it's the fourth." The boys look at each other and nod.
        "You're pretty damn strong for a starter," the hazel haired boy comments. "We thought you were an alpha when we first saw you."
        "Yeah," the blonde adds. "Your big, strong, and very menacing. You just look like the alpha type. Strong, fast as lightning, and big and menacing. You radiate power, dude. It's awesome!" Ok, now I'm confused. They kidnap me, and then tell me how awesome I am? This doesn't make sense to me.
        "Ahem," the blonde corrects himself. Guys just can't help being guys sometimes. And I would know. "Anyway, back to the subject."
        "Yeah," the dark brown-haired boy says. "We want a favor from you." A favor?
        "Like what?" I ask. "Participate in a kids birthday party or something?" They all kinda give each other small smiles before getting back to business again.
        "Haha," the black-haired boy says sarcastically. "We want to see you transform for us."
        "Tonight?" I ask, not really sure how to take this new information.
        "No," the blackhead says sarcastically. "Next week. Of course tonight!" I put my legs out in front of me and out my hands in the middle. I didn't realize it until now, but I'm sitting (the best way the human body can) like a dog.
        "I don't have a choice, do I?" I already know the answer. Why'd I even ask?
        "Nope," the hazel haired boy says. Alright, to make things easier, I'm calling them by their hair color.
        "And if I refuse?" I ask.
        "Then we get to use my dad's hatchet on you," Black says. My eyes widen and I give him a look as if he were mad. Which he kinda sounds like it to be honest.
        "Are you gonna chop me to bits or something?!" I ask.
        "No," Black says. "Just leave gashes in your arm or something," I growl. I go and lean against the wall and wait for my time to come. The boys mainly hang down here, and sometimes even study my actions. By the looks of it, they're like in their twenties. Probably a little younger than me. Eventually, they give me some meat to eat with is delicious, by the way.
      "I don't even know if I can transform," I say. "I mean, the last full moon was yesterday." They look over at me while I eat. They were kinda already looking at me. Apparently, I'm pretty interesting when I'm eating.
        "Well," the nerdy Hazel says with a smile, flashing his braces to me and adjusting his glasses. "It is physically possible for a werewolf to transform even when it isn't a full moon." I guess that's true. That's kinda what jack said. I grumble and wait for the night to come.
        Where the hell is Jack when you need him? I think to myself. Nighttime comes and I feel fine for once.
       "Alrighty," Black says. "It's your time to shine, puppy. Just try." I roll my eyes to the puppy part and sit down like I was before. I then take in a breath and exhale slowly. Well, here goes nothing. I then imagine myself transforming, trying to see, feel, and hear every little detail that goes on. I feel it. The squirming. I try to imagine my teeth getting pointy, my nails turning to thick claws, and my body sprouting fur. I open my eyes, still imagining as my skin grows itchy. The fur is starting to grow. I take my glasses and slide them into my pocket, my vision then becomes ten times sharper than when I actually have my glasses on. I feel my humanity slipping a little as the wolf tries to take over, but I push it back as best I can.
        "Wow!" Blonde says. "He's actually doing it! This is awesome! The movies look like crap compared to this!" The others agree. I growl and pain comes over me as my body shifts. I adjust myself onto my knees and bend forward as my spine moves. I then bend forward as my ribs move forward.
        After maybe four whole minutes of me forcing my body to change, I'm now finally a full wolf. I'm a bit sore and a great amount of energy is drained from me. I feel the wolf try to push its way through, but I put a lot of concentration and effort in and keep it back. I breathe heavily and look at the boys, now able to see a lot more detail than before. The boys look at each other, mischievous smirks on their faces. I hope they aren't gonna do what I think they do.
        "So puppy," Black says. "Do you need a bone?" Oh, he's doing what I think he's doing. That's a mistake.