Williams black Nike shoes could be heard walking down the sidewalk, the loose rubble of stone getting crushed, or scatter around the surrounding area. He reached a thin hand into his black long-pants, rustling out his wallet, and opening it up. He cursed, scrunching up his redshirt in anger, and looked above the street lamp beaming down light. He felt like an idiot for leaving his cash at home, not realizing that he forgot to grab everything before he left the hotel. He sighed, rubbing a hand through his short-lengthened hair, and scanning his blue eyes from building to building.

"Well, there ain't no point to go walking back to the hotel..." William muttered, noting the fact that if he did it would take him another thirty minutes, and he knew that he didn't have much time. He continued walking, passing by others who were wearing business suits, and eyeing Williams with each pass. William groaned, wishing he was back home with his real friends, where they could hang out loose with no care. The city world, however, is different. Everyone will judge and criticize how you look, act, and talk. And to Williams, it felt lonely and depressing for none of his friends to come with him on the trip.

He knew that he was quite capable of handling this sort of thing on his own, but he still felt homesick. He missed joking around stupid stuff, going to the mall, and talking about ex-girlfriends who may want to murder them in their sleep. Suddenly, a door slammed into his face, knocking him on to the concrete ground, and rubbing his sore nose. "Ow! Watch where you are-"

Suddenly, he stopped, turning his head above the door, and seeing a bright neon colored lights titled Shark Blades. "This is the place."

He picked himself off of the ground, dust flying everywhere, and pushed the doors open. Strobe lights were flashing all over the place, with people talking, and rollerblading across the room. Williams could see the wooden platform, adorned with a sharks jaw with razor sharp teeth imprinted in the middle, while hundreds of people rolling all over the place.

Williams scrunched a bit, not too excited with the idea of rollerblading and making a fool out of himself. He saw his parents rollerblading with his baby sister, picking her back up whenever she lost balance. William threw out a small little wave towards there way, catching their attention, as he saw them wave back. William turned on his right, noticing a giant booth containing hundreds of different types of rollerblades. "Aw, crap..."

William felt awkward as he walked up to the booth, hoping that his mom or dad could pop out of the platform, give him some money, but he figured they wouldn't. Considering that his parents believed him to be mature to handle doing things on his own, and not having to rely on his mom or dad for help. He placed his arms on to the counter, watching a tall, chubby bellied man walk over to him while giving William a huge grin.

"Can I help you?" He asked a thick-deep lowed voice booming out of his vocal chords, placing a blue and black cap over his head with the name Shark Blade emblazoned.

"Is there any possible way I can get a pair of rollerblades... For free?"

The chubby man grunted, his lips formed to disappointment, and refusal. "Did you expect to come up here, ask him for a pair of rollerblades... For free? Well-" He turned around, moving towards the back of the booth, rummaging through various amounts of rollerblades. Eventually, Williams saw the chubby man walking back, with a black pair of rollerblades, with blue-green laces and blades at the bottom.

"I believe these will fit you fine." The man said, handing the blades to Williams, as his jaw was stuck open.

"Um, how much do these gonna cost-"

"Nothing, it's free. Have fun skating, bro."

William spun back around, even more, confused to see the chubby man gone, but replaced with a woman staring at him with wide eyes. Did he got them from a worker or did he imagined all of that up? William walked away, face blushing red, and walked up to a small cubicle. He placed his shoes in an empty slot, praying to god that no one steals his shoes and places on the rollerblades. William was shocked at how comfortable the blades felt around his feet.

Well, I use them all of the time, so of course, they feel comfortable.

William looked up, shaking his head, while a rubbing a palm over his forehead. What was that? William felt confused about the strange thought until the sound of people giggling and yelling distracted him. "Doesn't matter I guess..."

He walked on to the platform, gripping onto the railing as he slowly rolled along, while his shoes vanished from inside of the cubicle. William felt scared, afraid to let go of the bar, his legs rapidly flinging around. He scanned the platform, watching everyone roll past him, and thought about his friends again. "I wish you guys were here..."

Suddenly, his legs accidentally twisted around each other, making Williams lose his grip from the railing, his butt smacking on to the floor, and his feet seemed to buckle from inside of the skates.

"Ow! Dang it, I knew this was a bad idea..." Williams muttered, rubbing his bottom underneath him, while his feet were unknowingly stretching out.

Once Williams lifted himself back up, clambering back on to the railing, his rollerblades grew in size. The black plastic growing longer, the blue-green laces forming into buckles, while his feet shifts and contorts. He squirms, his toes elongating into giant-purple-claws, while his skin slowly transforms into blue scales, crawling up towards his legs.

William took a deep breath, watching his parents and baby sister still rollerblading, surprisingly doing better than he is. "You've got to be kidding me."

Why am I acting like a wimp? I should be skating all over that floor!

Williams pushed himself off the railing, forcing his feet to move side to side, and began to skate. He only moved a little bit, not wanting to fall again, as the bottom of his pants ripped off. The remaining black fabric seemed to form around his knees, the pieces forming into red straps, while the rest hardened into a red plate covering the exposed knee.

At least I brought my pads with me in case I fall. William thought, glad that his parents harped about taking precautions as he skates. He still remembered the day when they bought them at the store, smiling at the memory. Meanwhile, the blue scales continued to move up, the rest of his legs creaking, muscles contorting, and growing in size. The rest of his pants shifted along with his muscle build, flaring out, accommodating around his new size and his zipper pulling apart. The metal melds into the fabric, forming a small tear, while his pants magically lighten into a neon green.

William began to roll faster, allowing the air, and the acceleration to take over. He pulled his arms out, feeling the air rippling through his shirt, while his skinny frame begins to change. His thin stomach tenses, abs outlining, and his external oblique pushing out, creating small creases along the side of his front. His shirt rips, his small pecs jutting out into two giant blocks, widening his frame.

I don't need these useless rags on me anymore.

William flung the rest of the bits and pieces of his shirt, wondering why he was even wearing them in the first place. Besides, he was too big to be wearing any upper body clothing.

At least they can check out my rad body while I'm showing off.

He turned through a bend, winking at the ladies watching from afar, while Williams' shoulders popped, doubling in size. His arms bubbled, growing longer, with biceps big as balloons engulfing the small-tiny arms. Streaks of a purple V shape sketch down his arms, while a small bit of fabric from his shirt consumes his hands. The red fabric became leather, losing its soft touch, darkening to black, the transforming fabric opening up to a square over his hands, and fusing only at the bottom of his fingers. He flexed his leather gloves, his fingers stretching out, growing into sharp claws, while Williams pinky sank into his blue scales, adoring four-claws.

William turned, skating backward, noticing the same couple from earlier skating with their kid. But something felt off. He swore he met them before, yet couldn't put his finger on it. Suddenly, everyone in the building started to panic, running off of the platform, as one of the panels came crashing down towards the family. Williams realized that they were too scared to move, only watching their inevitable fate.

He lunges towards the family, his head squishes, condensing it's usual round shape, arching his mouth outward. Williams' nose condensed, losing its triangular shape, and molding into a snout. His pink toned lips fading into a light-blue, his teeth separating, sharpen into fangs. His jaw smooths out, blending in with what little neck he has. Ears shrank into his blue scales, replaced with tiny holes. His eyes parted to the sides, Williams' closed his eyes when he felt his gills slicing open on each side of his head. Once the pain subsided, he reopened his eyes, revealing his blue-irises now changed to black.

"Like, hold on little dudes!" Williams boomed, his voice sounding more like a California teenager from the nineties. He flew in from behind, grabbing ahold of the family in an embrace. Williams landed on his butt, sliding across the floor, as all four of them saw the panel crushing into the platform, pieces of wood flying everywhere.

"We're going to crash!" The father screamed, Williams turned his head to the side, using only one eye to see, and realized he was in trouble. He forced his claws into the ground, trying to slow down their pace, but it was no use. They kept getting closer to the wall with such incredible speed that it looked like nobody could save them. Until he got an idea, throwing out a toothy grin, he flung his back towards the ground.

Williams' blue scales traveled up to his hair, hardening, and melding on to his head. The hair separated, spreading on top of his snout, to the back of his head, the color changing from brown to purple, and formed to the same V shape sketch down his arms. Before his head made contact, a giant fin shout out of his head, the purple-Vs moving on top, and jams it into the ground. Wood spluttered everywhere, creating a giant hole in their path. The family gasped, the impact making them jump, as they held on with dear life. The speed started to slow down, the giant hole gradually decreasing, and the wall wasn't getting any closer to them.

Eventually, they came to a stop, the creatures head only bumping into a bar from one of the railings, as the family turned around in shock. None of them could move, only staring at the brick wall that could have taken them out just a few minutes ago, while their daughter was ecstatic. "Giant monster saved us! Giant monster hero!"

"Yo kid, I ain't no monster! I'm a Tiger Shark and don't you forget it!" He said, pointing a claw towards the young girl. "Besides, I got moves that no monster could do! That's why they don't call me Streex for nothing!"