Author's Note: A brief part of Transformation Station. I don't know when this'll be an actual story, but I decided to write this small part to go with a drawing I did. 

 The good news is that ya'll will actually know the POV this time. Woo! 

Also, there may be more mini-segments to this story.

Those ideas include:

Joe and TFC

 Iskall's Transformation

 Mumbo's Transformation

 Doc and Python turning to their human selves

 Closing in :A Tango Monologue:

 Newest: Cub and a recently transformed Scar

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Random thought I had at about 11:00 pm: Some of the hermits having accent swaps. Like Iskall, but with an accent like Joe's. 

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 Iskall's POV:

 ----some part of the story happens---- S o m e thi ng b a d----

 We... We failed...

 Grian and I failed....

 Everything in me was burning as I laid there. I looked around the small glass box I was stuck in. Grian and Mumbo were across from me. 

 Mumbo was still unconscious. He was still shaken up about being kidnapped. 

 Grian, however, was wide awake. He had a pained look in his eyes and he twitched violently. I tried to move to the end of my box, but the heavy chain weighted my leg down. 

 " Gr....Grian?" I coughed out as I looked around. Grian looked up at me. His eyes slowly became slits as his ears started to turn into points and move to the top of his head.

 I fell over as a sharp pain entered my legs. Grian looked at me as he put his clawed hand over his mouth; his mouth and nose were slowly growing into a muzzle.

 " ..... It hurts..." Grian spoke. I nodded as I looked down at my communicator. I forgot how it was still on. 

 I heard the cracking and reforming of the bones in Grian's body as he progressively got smaller. There wasn't anything I could do.

 Grian was in pain, and there wasn't anything I could do. Trying to figure out an idea, I tried to call some of the other hermits.

 This proved to be a terrible idea.

 " Tango?" I gagged as the pain got worse in my legs. Doc let out a cough, " Can't...talk.... room.... CLOSING IN!" he shouted the last part as the communicator went dead. 

 I looked back up at Grian. He had his sweater slowly covering his hands, but I could see that one of his hands was a paw now. 

 A long, yellow tail was sticking out of his pant leg. He was desperately trying to get his shirt off.

 " Grian, I...." I coughed, " I know you're in pain, but... lean forward and grab the back of your shirt....." I told him as I took off my communicator and laid it next to me. 

 Grian did as I asked. He let out a cry as he looked  at his back. My eye widened.

 Grian had yellow wings slowly growing out of his back. He collapsed to the ground and passed out when he saw the wings. 

 I was next with getting transformed..... wasn't I?

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Drawing that goes with it: