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So many voices... where are they coming from???_______________________________________________________________________Awake.
Sewn shot up from bed, realizing his fur was damp with cold sweat. Alarmed and confused, he checked the clock and saw it was half past midnight. Why was he feeling so off all of a sudden? His dreams didn't even show any indication of such a cause. Even still, as he pondered his current predicament, he realized he suddenly felt... no, he didn't know. Not in the sense of being unsure, however- it was as if trying to imagine the feeling caused direct mental strain to himself. Full yet empty, falling through a kaleidoscope of emotion, perceiving the center of a fractal. These thoughts would dance about in his mind as he felt queasy, clutching his stomach as his vision blurred, his environment and body seeming to warp and contort around him as if it were made of putty. Every time Sewn closed and opened his eyes, his perspective shifted to another part of his body, his being feeling far more malleable than before. These aching pains and what he PRESUMED to be hallucinations continuing onwards into the morning... which was very odd, as it felt as if only minutes had passed. Regardless, he managed to slump out of bed and crawl his way into the bathroom, limping on what felt like a combination of arms, wings, tentacles, and fuzz... or all at once. Otherworldly whispers, commotion, and screams from an unknown source seemed to emanate from all around him, though surprisingly, the existence of such seemed to steadily ease the pain he was feeling. Sunlight shone through the window of the bathroom, and upon clawing his way up to the mirror, saw he had undergone... quite the makeover, so to speak.
It wasn't all that long before Sewn had obtained his bat form- being his most recent- but he never expected a suspected breaking point of his biology would result in... this, not to mention the questionable connections this would propose, as well as how everyone else perceived him. Of course, this oddity of sorts had its perks. Sewn found he now naturally weakened and distorted reality around him, which in broad layman's terms allowed him to bend most instances of reality to his whim. That is, when he manages to properly control it. From turning a chair into solid emerald to turning an apple and the surrounding environment into misshaped rich mahogany wood that screamed in agony, he had to eventually find a method to quelling the chaos. Needless to say, going from a selective shapeshifter to an eldritch monstrosity wasn't on his bucket list, but like most situations, Sewn would find a way to make things work.
Ah, to be known... to be known... to be known... to be known... to be known... to be known... to be known... to be known... to be known... to be known... to be known... to be known... to be known... to be known... to be known... to be known... to be known... to be known... to be known... to be known... to be known... to be known... to be known... to be known... to be known... to be known... to be known... to be known... to be known... to be known... to be known..._______________________________________________________________________Happy Halloween, again~
So interesting note, I typed this up when I had a naaaasty migraine. I guess a part of that helped sort of encapsulate how I imagined Sewn to be feeling during this transition into truly "opening himself up." Still, hope y'all have/had a better Halloween experience than I did, heh.
as the bereft - © Sewn
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