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“I will be tough” Those were Leon’s forbidden words when he decided what would be his guiding light on this Damned place. No matter what, No matter whatever trials this Facility would throw at him. He’ll get through it.

The Scientist looked at him, expression unchanging as a cold monotone response was given to him in return.

“Understood.” Soon after he could hear the whirling of the machine he had been tied to whirled to life. Flashes of light and sudden thundering Rumbles clouded His senses. The Painful cacophony of Noises stabbing at his brain. He wanted the Yell but as soon as he tried he couldn’t even hear himself. Feeling panic grips his heart with an icy cold grip he began to struggle. Yelling, Screaming, But all futile.

His Bones would begin to crack, twist and bend in different ways, His skin stretched to it’s limits, Tearing and morphing into shapes unknown. He tried to Breathe but his lungs burned each breath like thousand of like razors though his airways. His Mouth stretching forwards, Teeth growing into his mouth. Morphing painfully into a snout, hands becoming paws, Spine cushing into itself and treating a tail from his back. This felt like hours, His throat sore from screaming. And Soon as the pain went away, Leaving his body broken and aching. Leon felt his consciousness fading.


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Leon groaned, His body felt like it had been passed though a wood chipper… “Although that was to be expected…” he mumbled to himself, He tried to get up but his center of mass felt different sitting the way his new form felt more comfortable he finally dared to open his eyes. Finding… Pink Paws? Wait… He looked around finding around in his little cell a little mirror, after a little fiddling he put in in a place where he could see himself… He was… a sylveon?

“I’m… i’m…” He couldn’t get his words out, but one thing that he was absolutely sure that he could say…


“I’m… Cute…” he smiled, not knowing why but maybe… Sanity left a long time ago.

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Published: 1 year, 2 months ago
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