(Tom's POV)

Kov leans on the brick wall with my hands shoved in my pockets. My breath comes out in steamy puffs as we wait for someone to come by.

"This is taking so long. Can we go home?"
Be patient.

Just as he said—thought that, I hear a drunk man singing his heart out come closer. I feel Kov smiling and getting up. He stretches and says one thing

Get ready.
"Wha—"

I let out a painful scream. My bones feel like they're splitting underneath my flesh. In my screaming, I can hear loud cracking of bones growing where they aren't supposed to grow. I feel a sharp pain from my elbows, my skin ripping from the jagged bones. I try to look down, getting a glimpse of dark claws before I scream again. I feel like my head is splitting apart. Horns started to burst out of my skull, blood running down my face. My ears becoming long and furry. I feel my canine teeth pulling down, getting longer and sharper. I try and bite my lip to stop my screaming, but it just causes my fangs to cut into my bottom lip. I taste metal. Lastly, I feel something sprout out from my tailbone. An actual tail. Long and scaley with a purple plume at the end, it wraps around my leg. The transformation is complete. I want to collapse, to sleep. I have shallow breaths and I still feel a painful stab in each place where a monster feature arose from.

Oh, wasn't that fun? I let you be in control just for that, aren't I kind?
"You...bastard..." I breath out, panting.
You're very loud...has anyone told you that? I stay silent, too tired to retort.
Wait, don't pass out yet. I want you awake to see this.

I momentarily forgot that there was a man, drunk off his ass, coming toward us. Singing loudly, he wobbles around while swinging a glass bottle. Typical drunk. Kov smirks and inches closer to the entrance of the alleyway. As soon as we saw him, Kov grabs him by the neck and lifts him up. Inspecting him, he had a very strong smell of bitter alcohol coming off of him. He was a little over average weight and looked to be made more of excess tissue than muscle. His skin was a bit soft, but mostly rough. As he struggled and squirmed, he claws at my arm. My scale-covered arm. Kov throws him to the ground

Warning: Gorey

In a flash, he rakes my claws across the poor man's chest. Blood already coated my arm. The drunk tried to scream, instead choking on blood. Licking my lips, Kov slashes and slashes the man until he stopped moving. He rubs my fingers together, feeling the mangled flesh between them. Squishy and wet. He played with it a bit more before putting it in my mouth for a taste. He rests the soft meat on my tongue, letting the bloody flavor spread across my palette. I wanted to gag. I wanted to. But I couldn't. He swallowed it.

Kov rips another piece of the delicate flesh, a bigger one, and takes a bite. The meat was still warm, having just been separated from its body. I couldn't take it. I tried to forcefully take back control.

Oh, Tommy...just learn to accept the monster you've become. Enjoy it.

(Tord's POV)

I ran to the first place I could think of. The bar. Tom should be there, right? Why'd he run away? His voice...I was the only one to notice, but it wasn't himself. It was different, more demonic. I get closer to the bar, the loud singing and yelling becoming more prominent. Damn, how does Jehovah stand this? I keep walking, the bright lights blinding me.

Then I hear a scream.
A scream that sounds like Tom.
A demonic scream.

I start running in the direction of the scream, ignoring the weird looks from other civilians. The bar's lights fade off a bit as I go farther away. I run and run until I notice a dark alleyway. Of fucking course. A terrible smell hits me immediately, almost making me want to puke. I take a peek inside and see something I'd never expect to see. First off, there was blood. Holy shit, it was like a sea of red. A pungent smell of the metallic liquid plus alcohol is horrible. Blood plus alcohol. Tom.

"Thomas?" I call out, hoping I was wrong.
"...Tordsie?" I stumble back a bit. Who is this? It sounds like Tom, but...not?
"Tordsie~ there's no point in running. Come, see what I've done,"
I very reluctantly step forward into the dark abyss, the disgusting smell growing stronger. In the inky darkness, I spot a purple smoke from the corner. It steps forward, clearly seeing that I couldn't—wouldn't go any farther.

It was Tom. A monster Tom. A hybrid monster Tom. He grinned a sadistic and twisted smile.
"Oh, what a shame you have to see me like this..." he said, licking his claw. I look closer. A body. A body so mangled and shredded that I couldn't even tell it was a person. In front of Tom. A bloody Tom. A Tom covered in mangled flesh and blood.

That's not Tom.

A/n:
Hey y'all! I'd just like to thank the people who read this story, I really appreciate it. Here's another doodle from my science class-

Kinda bad, but it's just a doodle.