A Monstrous Turn of Events

Chapter Two

"Hey Mullet!"
Lance walked into the dimly lit room, the only light shone from a cracked bathroom door. He looked at the bed. Keith wasn't there.
Lance had a minor panic attack, before reassuring himself that if Keith were up that probably meant he was feeling better.
Lance decided to venture further in the room, looking at a desk where all of Keith's belongings lay. There was his knife, jacket, and a picture the team had taken a while back. "Man," Lance spoke aloud, "It feels like such a long time since this all started..."
He begun to think back to the day they had found Blue, his lion. So many amazing things have happened since then. Fighting alien races, saving planets, forming voltron, and even finding actual mermaids at one point! Lance smiled.
His reminiscing was cut off by a stuttered weep coming out from the bathroom. Lance immediately spun around to check out the bathroom.
"Keith, buddy, you in here?"
He begun to press the door open when a weak voice shouted.
"Go. Awa-ay."

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Keith was frightened beyond belief.
He couldn't let Lance see him.
Not like THIS.
Keith sniffed and curled up tighter, trying to conceal as much of himself as he could. Then shifting in front of the door to stop Lance from intruding.
"Jeez, I'm just delivering you dinner."
Lance waited a moment before responding again.
"Are you going to come get it?"

"Put it on my desk and LEAVE."

Lance felt a bit hurt. HE had been the one to spend hours watching over Keith. Regardless he set the bowl on the desk and slid down the wall next to the bathroom door.

"I thought I told you to leave."

Keith was holding his breath, fighting to keep an involuntary sob from erupting from his mouth.

"I will. I just want you to know I- WE were really worried about you. You should come out and let everyone know how your doing, y'know, once you feel better."

More tears fell from Keith face onto the floor. He COULDN'T let ANYONE know what he had become. He was sure they would hate him.
When no reply came, Lance got up. He looked up from the floor to look around the room again. The desk with Keith's jacket, the bed...
Lance caught his breath.
There were tears and scratch marks covering the sheets and along the walls.

"Keith... what happened to the room?"

Keith had hoped Lance wouldn't notice that.

"What the quiznack happened to the walls?!"

Lance ran his finger along the long, sharp, dent in the metal wall shaped like... claw marks.

Lance turned around back to the bathroom door and tried to open it, being stopped by something blocking the door.

"Keith open up! What's going on?!"

Lance pushed harder on the door, Keith fought to keep it shut.

Finally, after a while, Lance rammed against the door. Shoving it open entirely and shoving Keith out in the open.

"...Keith?"