FEED

Hunger

Nicky wakes in a cave with a state of hunger. Her new form can't seem to recall anything before this moment besides bits and pieces, and the image of a man. The only thing it feels is hunger, and rage. A primal urge that says, 'I MUST FEED!'

The mimic sits and waits, but it notices that nothing surrounding it will come closer, so it makes the attack, lumbering along much too slowly to actually catch anything. In anger, it screeches out a second before noticing a small chest nearby.

it scratches at the chest with its sharpened fingertips and licks at it with its tongue. The object doesn't taste good, but it will have to do. The mimic unhinges it's jaw and swallows the chest whole, frightening the creatures nearby.

The mimic's pupil constricts into a slit and it feels something in its mind click into place as if it were natural. It slowly transforms, feeling a great pain as a wood-like material grows and hinges into place where its mouth was, its eye closing away, and its limbs falling underneath it. It was now a chest.

It is harder to move around in this form, but the mimic can move much quicker after it practices for a few minutes. It smiles as it sees something from the corner of its eye. Some kind of creature opening another chest. It sat and waited, hoping the creature would pass and notice it. It reveled in the idea, drool emerging from the edge of its mouth, its toothy tongue licking at the inside.

The creature noticed it and walked happily towards it with a gleam in its eyes. The mimic could burst from joy as it came closer.

1 step,

2 steps,

3 steps closer.

The mimic could feel the creature's presence right next to it; reaching towards it with an eager grasp.

That is when it happened, the creature made contact, and the chest was opened. Showing two rows of teeth and a few golden dubloons.

The figure tried to jump back, but it was too late. She was long gone. The mimic could hear a blood curdling scream from inside it that was quickly cut short as the human's skull burst in between the bones of its teeth.

And then, again, as if it was natural, something in the mind of the mimic clicked, and it slowly transformed only then adopting the memories that it once had, "I was a human, but now I'm not.", she looks at her new humanoid hands, "Could I be something even greater?", her hands then fade back to black nails and back.