Don't Mess With Black Magic. A Camp Camp Fanfiction

Chapter 4 The Spells Effects part 3

ARE YA READY KIDS?!

David glanced at the moon above him. It was almost full. He thought briefly of the Werewolf poster Gwen had gotten him before his thoughts were interrupted by a sudden sharp pain that shot through his legs. David winced and paused to rub his sore legs when another wave of pain hit him, this one racking his whole body. His knees wobbled and his legs gave out, sending him sprawling on the beaten dirt path.

David screamed as he felt his ribs cracking and breaking, pieces of bone pushing through his heaving chest and tearing his shirt. His neck thickened and the T-shirt tied around his neck fell lose, landing on the ground softly. Davids jaw cracked and extended, bone shards pushing themselves out of his morphing skin. His teeth were violently pushed out of their places and blood flowed until the new sharp teeth pushed their way in.

David sobbed as his legs cracked and grew, reshaping themselves into a more canine form. His eyes were filled with tears as they reshaped and the whites of his eyes almost disappeared. His spine extended and pushed out of his skin painfully, flesh and mussels forming around it as it grew. His mussels grew and strengthened, and David felt everything as his nerves were exposed as they regrew themselves.

David looked down at his han-paws and saw naked skin being covered in soft red brown fur. The pain all but ceased, and with his last bit of consciousness, David tried to make it to the campers. His new nose could smell iron and his ears allowed, or cursed him to hear screams coming from the tents.

David got to his shaky feet and tried to run the campers to see what was wrong, but he collapsed. And as soon as he hit the path he knew so well, he fell into uneasy unconsciousness. And because of this, David wasn't aware of the teeth grabbing his scruff and dragging his blood soaked form back to the cabin.

Next we get to see our favorite smoll trio suffer! Hooray!