What a night this has been.
It's been about a month since this strange phenomenon has occurred. Since the second moon has been discovered, paradoxaly orabating the fist moon while simultaneously orbiting the earth while emiting a strange sort of radioactivity. Amplifying not only the amount of light that pierces the gradient blues of the dark sky, but the effect it has on oceans in this world.
Suffice to say, it isn't exactly a positive effect. As you can imagine, the waves have been violently restless, much more than usual, never breaking from their endless wrath, pulverizeing unfortunate ships, and even the enraged oceans inhabitants with it's constant movement and large waves crashing in on each other. It has been recently reported that the violent oceans have been spreading their reach miles from the beaches, causing major colateral damage to nearby homes and businesses alike.
Including my own.
Well, my part time job any way. Yes, even a scientist needed a part time job. I say needed because, well, let's just say it's rather difficult to sell delightful, singer-coated sweets and pasterys when your establishment has become a miniature swimming pool. Though it honestly doesn't matter to me. Seeing as no one was injured in the process of the flooding. And, more importantly, it gave me more of a purpose and attention as a supernatural scientist
Yes, you heard me correctly.
A supernatural scientist.
Not a scientist that explains supernatural phenomenon with scientific reasoning, but a scientist that tries to understand and utilize our supernatural discoverys. I dare say, abandon our outdated methods and way of thinking and develop, as well as update to a new way of science. The natural world is deceased as far as I, no, everyone is concerned. Every day since that second moon has appeared, everything we knew about our world and the creatures and plantlife that inhabites this domain has been both metaphoracly and literally turned on it's head.
And no, I am not only speaking of amplified natural distaers such as the invasive, distructive floods caused by the ocean, but something more bizarre and inexplanable by the natural worlds sciences.
Spirits, transformation, telepathy, radioactive creatures, and levitation are the first that I've seen with my own eyes.
As a matter of fact, I was recently a victim, as well as a witness to one of these fascinating phenominons. Before I even realised what was happening to my own person, before me I saw the fansinating, yet frightening transformation of professor...
"Tiffany Eliza Lancaster."
Wait, no that isn't it at all. Who....oh.
I glanced up from my professional journal to find an amused, scruffy orange face approximately 3 inches away from mine.
"Proffessor Nicholas Don Warren, I was simply recording recent events while you pointlessly toiled with the microscope. I told you we aren't going to get any answers from star gazing with such basic technology."
He let out a soft chuckle.
"Oh come now, there will be time for writting in your diary once we prove the significance of both moons being in their full faze. I can almost garentee you this the the cause of our...predicament I should say."
The tip of his tail flickerd back and fourth in slight annoyance.
"And being basic does NOT make it a useless endeavor. Even with the paranormal-hyper senser kaleidoscope out of our possession at the moment, we can still observe the movements and effects that the immense phychkinetic energy the moons are having on the stars. I swear I have seen about a dozen of them tinker about in the the sky, even collide with each other from time to time, some even forming a whole new star altogether." He slid his hand down onto the pages of my journal, pushing it down with a twinkle in his eye.
"Does it not fascinate you? Does it not make you want to dance with the stars? Study the this new world of magic and imagination? To study it down to the molecular level and utilize its great potential in our everyday lives? To...."
"Yes yes yes, of course I do you rambling romanticizer."
I brushed his grubby hand...paw I guess you would call them in laymen terms, away with a few irritable flicks of my wrist.
"I simply think that recording our current progress and recent events is equally as important as our research."
I smooth the pages out, adjusting my grip and preparing my pen for another bout of rigorous writting.
"Besides, I sincerely doubt you need any assistance looking through a simple telescope and taking notes."
I glance up, cocking an eyebrow.
"Do you?"
He gave me a mock-glare and turned away in a flourish as if he was a fopish, overly theatrical Dracula. With his long, pristine lab coat substituting for the cape.
"Of course not you dane. I was simply trying to make you of use to our little research up here. We didn't come up all those stairs to simply recap the day."
His whiskers twitched.
"Apperently the simian DNA you have been so graciously blessed with has addled your mind somewhat."
I felt the back of my neck brissle at that low-handed comment. Joke or not.
"I'll have you know that gaining an almost primarily primate body does not reduce my mental capacity by any percentage whatsoever. If that were the case then you would be practically feral by now, would you not? Considering that 50% of your body has been dominated by feline traits, would you go as far as to say your brain has also been transformed into that more akin to a beasts?"
A melodramatic sigh is what my question was met with.
"My goodness Mrs.Tiffany, it was a simple joke, do not have any sense of humor?"
"No." I said tersley. " It Withered up and died along with the previous witty remarks about my newfound body. And I would appreciate it if you were to avoid the topic from now on." He sighed, nodding his head in resignation as he began looking through the telescope. Occasionly joting down a few things before going back to it In complete silence.
Shaking my head, I open my journal once again.
As in was saying before. One of the first fascinating (and life changing) results of this strange energy being inflicted by the moons is transformation.
Specifically, the transformation of Prefessor Warren and I.
It began a couple months ago, early September to be exact. September fourth, 7:00 am on the dot. In our shabby little apartment complex down near the interstate, dead center of the bustling city of New Rapture. It was a rather depressing location considering our income and positions. You would think that the lead scientists of the S.S.A (Supernatural Science agency. I believe a child came up with the name. Would not surprise me.) Would be capable of affording at the very least a polished middle class home/condo, but no. Despite our impressive earnings, most of it goes to upgrading our latest technology or paying for property damage from our latest experiments. Which Unfortunantly leaves us with the budget of a college drop out, just barely scrapping by on a minimum wage job and only able to afford the shoddyest of appartments.
It's rather unfourtunant, to say the least.
Anyhow, enough of that depressive nonsense, I shall get back to the topic at hand. I was fast asleep in my rather square, uncomfortably hard bed, rising and turning as per usual, lying on my side, unable to adjust my body to any one comfortable position. I shifted my right arm up above my head, a crook in my elbow, the other stretched out underneath an abysmal excuse for a pillow, faded and horribly prickly with feathers protruding through the sickly lime case. On the other end of my body, my legs were slightly bent, unevenly stacked atop eachother. I had the blanket neatly closed in the hallway closet, it is far to stuffy to sleeping under that wretched thing anyhow. I had let out a depressive sigh, followed with the usual wondering of where and how I went wrong in my current life line, rubbing my hand accrosed my face, curling my...
Toes?
There, at that very moment, I realized something was off. I wiggled my supposed toes around a little, stretching them upwards and downwards. I became progressively alarmed as I not only realized that they were longer and much more slender than toes could possible be, but it felt as if I was touching the center of my palms. An extra set of palms. I immediantly sat myself into an upright possition as fast as I could, reaching over to simply turn on the lamp upon the nightstand, my body in clear view of my rather untidy dresser, 36 inches in length, of course. As my eyes slowly started to adjust to the sudden, harsh canary florescent light that befell the room, I began to see, to my complete shock and horror, what lay before me. In the mirror, I was staring into the eyes of what appears to be my head, attached to what appears to be the body of some sort of simion, short yet somewhat curvy, the legs still as knock kneed as ever, and an impressively long tail. My fear eventually gave into intrigue as I tentivly ran my now ape-like fingers down my abdomen, past my rather tight boxers, down my legs, getting a good feel for the short, yet velvety soft fur that now adorns my body. I make note of the colors that take place, in harmony, on this newfound body of mine; creamy light orange was the main color that dominated my midsection, half of my arms and legs, hips and the entirety of my tail. My chest has blessed with a cotton white heat pattern, while my forearms and the lower half of my legs bled off into pure black, at least, the arms seem to. My legs have a line of white dividing the black and orange colors. After giving my self a thorough rubdown, I lift my hands to my face, making sure that nothing is out of the ordinary, aside from a few hairs making their way up from my neck to the bottom of my chin.
Starburst eyes, obnoxiously grease ridden chestnut hair, pointed ears, listless expression, long lashes, a pointed chin.
Perfect, nothing has changed in that regard.
Other than that, I am an ape. A monkey. A flea ridden animal. How, when, and why were questions that, even now, lacked any sort of logical answer. I wasn't sure how o was supposed to begin to explain my sudden transformation, especially to my partner, Dr. Warren, who would no doubt have a few quips in regards to my newfound body. Anyhow, as I was reading different ideas on how to go about this situation, I heard a yell of surprise followed by a rather loud thump from the living area.
Wasting no time, I shot out my room and into the living area, where my eyes were greeted with a bright orange furred man with the head of a cat, accented with a white underbelly and two white stripes adorning his tail. I take a mental note of his exact appearance as he looks at me with a surprisingly exited expression. Eyes wide, grinning like a fool. After the initial shock started to fade, we, of course, discussed in great detail what the next course of action should be. Of course, this ended up being decided for us as we were contacted by our superiors for an emergency meeting regarding this strange phenomena which we discovered has spread throughout the entire world. Mutants, chimeras, specters, and a multitude of altered land scapes and habitats are now the "norm" as a heathen would say.
We were all assigned different tasks following the next few days. We were, of course, given the task of studying the sudden occurrence of the second moon and the effects it's having on the local populace. Which, of course, is what professor Warren and I are currently in the middle of.
I let out a heavy sigh and reluctantly close my journal.
"Professor Warren, has there been any new developments regarding the double moons?"
He stole a quick glance in my direction and let out a short grunt. "Well, I'm not entirely sure. The glowing colored rings lining then seem to have grown in intensity." Scratching the back of his head, he turns it slowing towards me, a weary look in his eyes. "I apologize for earlier, I realize that I've overstepped my boundrys. I was simply trying to lighten the mood, it was not intended to offend."
I scoffed and waved my hands dismissively. "Think nothing of it, it was a simple jab and I simply reacted accordingly. I'm aware that there was no intended malice towards me, so there's no point on dwelling on a past conversation any longer." He gave me an exasperated sigh.
"You never let up, do you?" He shook his head, turning back towards the telescope and waving me over.
"Come, I would like your opinion on this."
Notebook in hand and pen at the ready, I make my way over to were the telescope and warren stand near the edge of the building. The sky was a rather deep shade of blue, perfectly accenting the glowing rims of the pearlescent moons.
To be continued....
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