Warnings - Language, a small amount of blood, and a werewolf transformation that no one asked for.

Main Character(s): Werewolf!Vikk (Simon too)

(Oh look at that I'm writing that werewolf thing that probably no one wanted)

(Oh hey, DarkDisco7 is making me want to write stuff again.)

(Why is Vikk the werewolf? Because I feel that Rob, Jerome, or Josh would be too obvious and Vikk is literally the last person people would expect. We're exploring new things here, folks.)

(The opening is really weak but writing something original is hard, okay? Literally just three paragraphs in and crap starts to happen FFS, 'cause who needs unneeded exposition, right? The second half of this is better, I promise.)

Vikk really didn't understand why he was doing what he was doing, but he was doing it. Now, it was Simon's idea to head over to the football park where they usually film to shoot a late night football video while no one else would be there. While Josh and Ethan had agreed happily to go, Vikk was more or less dragged along with them. It wasn't that he didn't want to hang out with them, just that the idea of doing it in the middle of a cold winter night was... less than appealing.

But here he was, digging through a bunch of bushes for a football that Josh had kicked over the fence, rustling loudly around the leaves for the missing ball. Of course I had to be the one to do this... Vikk thought to himself as he bent into the foliage, ignoring the prickling of sticks on his arms. Because no one else wanted to do it. So why not send in the one guy who they know would be the most likely to freaking-

Vikk's mental ranting was interrupted by the feeling of something soft brushing by his hand, followed by what sounded like a quiet whimper. He frowned, curious as to what it could have been. Reaching deeper into the bushes, Vikk parted the branches and crept a bit into them, inhaling sharply when he saw the source of the pained whimpering.

It was what appeared to be a dog, in fact looking more like a wolf, with deep scratches scored across its side, blood matting his tangled gray fur. It was lying on its side, its chest heaving in and out with labored breaths, its amber eyes flickering around wildly, until it locked gazes with Vikk, in which its eyes narrowed. Vikk gulped, unsure of what to do. The dog was obviously severely injured, but even lying on its side, it looked like it was at least Vikk's size, if not bigger. If the dog was indeed a wolf (which Vikk was beginning to think was likely the case), it might attack Vikk if he tried to help it, thinking that Vikk was a threat. He could also try and called the other Sidemen over, but Vikk felt that the wolf probably wouldn't take to kindly to other people approaching it when it already looked like it was contemplating pouncing on him.

Making a swift decision, Vikk squashed the fear clouding his thoughts and, very slowly, crept towards the wolf, opening his hands towards the wolf in what he hoped it would see as a friendly gesture. But as Vikk crept closer, the wolf began to growl at him, as if warning him not to come any closer. Vikk stopped for a moment, whispering, "Easy there, I'm trying to help you..." Hearing this, the wolf stopping growling, but still peered at Vikk with suspicion as he began to advance again.

Vikk, now only a foot or so away from the wolf, could now see its injuries more clearly, wincing at the wounds. How did it get these? They obviously look like another animal did this to it... But what?

Deep in thought, Vikk didn't notice that the wolf had started growling again, and as Vikk's hands were only inches away from it, the wolf's ears flicked back as it whipped his head towards him with a wicked snarl on his face. Hearing the snarl, Vikk was snapped back to attention, and upon looking at the wolf's menacing expression, Vikk froze, becoming completely still.

Without warning, the wolf let out another vicious snarl and leapt to its feet, hurling itself at Vikk, who jumped back with a surprised shout out of the bushes. He didn't have time to move before the wolf was upon him, and he was slammed into the ground as the wolf planted its heavy front paws onto his chest, pinning Vikk under its weight. Vikk scrabbled at the wolf's forelegs, trying to free himself, but it wouldn't budge, and now Vikk could confirm that, yes, the wolf was definitely bigger than him, being as long as he was tall. Vikk looked up at the wolf's face, to see that the wolf was peering down at him, its amber eyes glowering with menace, its teeth bared as another growl escaped its throat. It was seemingly unaffected by its injuries, seemingly focused only on its prey.

"Vikk?! Are you okay?!"

Both heads turned towards the sound of Simon's voice, and Vikk was relieved to see that Simon was making his way around the fence, probably having heard Vikk's shout. While he and wolf were probably too far away for Simon to see exactly what was happening, he was sure that Simon as at least coming to help him.

The brief period of relief was interrupted by a loud snarl from the wolf, and Vikk looked back to the wolf just in time to see the wolf's jaw lunge towards him, ready to clamp around Vikk's throat. Without thinking, Vikk reacted by pulling his arm in front of him, and he let out a scream of pain as the wolf's teeth closed just above his wrist, sending a shock of pain through him as he wrenched his arm free, the wolf stepping back in surprise. Ignoring the blood running from the bite, Vikk took the opportunity and pushed the wolf off of him, scrambling to his feet and tearing into a run towards the fence.

Afraid to see if the wolf was following behind him, Vikk ran and closed the distance between he and Simon, who upon hearing Vikk scream, had begun to run as well, a look of concern on his face. Not bothering to fill Simon in with the details, in fear that the wolf was right on his tail, Vikk grabbed Simon's hand and dragged him across the field and into safety on the other side of the fence. Once on the other side, Vikk leaned on the fence and took quick, deep breaths, clutching his arm where he had gotten bitten. He took a quick look behind him, realizing that the wolf hadn't followed them.

"Vikk, what happened?! Are you alright?!" Simon asked, fussing over his friend as Vikk tried to explain.

"It was a dog... really big dog. It attacked me." He gasped, and he lifted his arm and rolled down his hoodie sleeve to inspect the wound. Even through the blood smeared on the spot, it was easy to see the marks where the wolf's teeth punctured his wrist. Both he and Simon winced.

Simon looked around them, noticing that the other Sidemen were starting to realize that something was amiss, and he told Vikk, "Let's get back home so that we can take care of your arm, okay? The guys can keep recording without us." Vikk only nodded in response, and let Simon guide the two of them out of the park, trying his best to try and ignore his friends' concerned and worried glances when Simon told them what had happened.

And as the two of them drove out of the park, Vikk looked back at the spot where he was attacked; looking for the wolf, but it was gone. Frowning, Vikk turned his attention back to the road, vaguely aware of the full moon hanging in the sky above him.

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Vikk groaned as he stumbled into the kitchen, plopping himself onto a stool where he saw Josh making breakfast, and he put his head down on the counter, trying to squash the feeling of nausea in his stomach. He hadn't even noticed when Simon walked into the kitchen and slid into a seat next to him, flashing him a quick concerned glance.

"Are you okay, Vikk? You look as sick as a dog!" He laughed, nudging Vikk with his elbow.

Vikk only responded by lifting his head and scowling at him.

He didn't know what was wrong with him. All that he knew was that when he had woken up that morning, he was instantly met with a wave of nausea that made him feel like he was about to faint. He assumed that he was just getting a fever, or the flu, or something. When Simon and Josh had tried to press him about it, Vikk just brushed them off, telling them that he was just "a little sick". Neither of them looked like they believed, but to Vikk's relief, they didn't question him further. Even more so, Vikk could feel a strange, numbing pain in his wrist where the wolf had bitten him. But Vikk didn't think twice about it. It had only been a month since he was attacked, and he assumed that it was probably still healing (though the wound had already become a pale scar).

However, Vikk perked up a bit when Josh gave them their food, which was a plate full of eggs and toast. At that moment, Vikk's previous nausea became nearly nonexistent, and without a second thought, he dug straight into his meal, wolfing it down without even bothering to use a knife... or a fork.

He hadn't even realized what he was doing until he saw the wide-eyed looks that Josh and Simon were both giving him. Realizing what he was doing, Vikk dropped the food as his face flushed red, pushing the plate away from him. Awkwardness hung in the air as Simon and Josh exchanged skeptical looks, and the silence was interrupted by the sound of someone running down the stairs in the hall.

A moment later, JJ came running into the kitchen. "Hey," he had said, completely oblivious to what had just taken place. "Tobi and Ethan said that they wanted to record another challenge video with us later tonight. You guys in? Harry and the Cals already said that they were going."

While Josh agreed, Simon just shook his head. "Sorry, I've got a Fortnite stream planned."

Vikk was about to agree when, at the same time, Josh and Simon both said, "You're not going."

"What?! Why not?" Vikk asked, JJ looking between the three of them with a confused look on his face.

"Do you seriously think that we're letting you go out like this?" Josh asked him, shaking his head. "You look like you're about to keel over!"

Frowning, Vikk looked to Simon for support, but Simon was just nodding in agreement to what Josh had said. Vikk sighed but didn't argue any further, feeling the nausea beginning to set in again.

"You should really head back upstairs and try to get some rest." Simon said.

"But I have to record-"

"Just post one of your back up videos. Or skip posting today. No one's going to get pissed because you missed one day."

Vikk hated to admit it, but Simon had a point. Begrudgingly, Vikk excused himself from the kitchen and shoved his way past JJ (who still looked confused), and headed upstairs.

Upon entering his room, Vikk hastily did what Simon had advised him to do and post a backup video to his channel, not feeling up to recording even a short video. As he was posting the video, Vikk pulled at the collar of his hoodie, feeling hot despite the cool air in the room.

The video finally posted, he pulled off his hoodie and threw it aside, quickly changing into a more comfortable t-shirt and kicking off his shoes before he plopped into his bed, throwing his phone aside and curling up under his sheets. He didn't expect for sleep to come to him with the ever-increasing nausea plaguing him, but he was asleep in merely moments.

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He was running. He had no idea why, only aware of the leaves crunching underneath his feet as trees rushed by him, appearing as only blurs in his vision.

He could hear all of the animals roaming the undergrowth, the wind rusting leaves far above his head, his own heart beating in his chest, the blood rushing in his ears...

He could smell the damp foliage, the humid smell in the atmosphere from a recent rainfall, all of the creatures in the trees...

And the things he could see, oh, the things he could see. Even in the dark night, with only the stars and the full moon alight, he could still make out the details of every leaf, every tree... It was if a whole new world had opened itself to him, and as he ran, he felt as if he could run forever, giving himself into the previously unknown sensations granted in the forest around him.

He ran and ran, only stopping when a fresh scent reached his nose, and he came to a slow halt, his attention shifting to a grazing buck only meters away from him. Feeling a strange and sudden hunger, he took off in a sprint towards the docile creature, focusing entirely on his prey.

As he neared the buck, it turned its head towards him, and it turned to escape, but it was too late, and with a mighty leap, he lunged towards his prey...

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With a startled gasp, Vikk awoke from his dream, shooting up into a sitting position and clutching his sheets as his chest heaved in and out, struggling for breath.

Vikk threw off his sheets, his body drenched in sweat and his nausea even worse than before, making him feel as if his stomach was sloshing around inside of him.

Clutching his stomach, Vikk got up, waiting for the pain to subside, but it never did, and Vikk groaned.

It was no longer day, and his room was dark, the only light coming from his window, a pale light shining through the curtains. Curious, Vikk flicked on his bedroom light and made his way to the window, momentarily distracted from the pain in his stomach. He parted the curtains and peered outside, but his attention was immediately drawn to the full moon hanging in the sky, clear in the cloudless night sky. Vikk found himself strangely captivated by it, but as sharp pain again wracked his stomach, he forced himself to turn away, closing the curtains and made his way to his bed, thinking that lying down might help.

But on his way over, he was struck with another pain in his stomach, this time painful enough to cause Vikk to release a pained wail, his legs crumpling underneath him as he fell to the floor, landing on his knees as he caught himself with his hands, on all fours. It didn't stop, and he felt white-hot pain spread throughout his body, and with an excruciating crack and a loud snap, his spine arched forward and the bones in his back shifted, his chest constricting and feeling like it was about to collapse into itself. Too breathless with pain to even scream, Vikk's hands curled into his carpet, and he watched in horror and dismay as his nails lengthened and sharpened and curved, turning into what he could describe only as claws.

What is happening to me?!

He was vaguely aware of his hands continuing to shift into a strange new form, his palms hardening into dense pads, tears burning in the corners of his eyes as they screwed shut, his body shaking, unable to bear the feeling of the bones in his body beginning to shift as his muscles bulged and strained, pulled tight into unfamiliar positions. The joints of his ankles and knees bent in on themselves, each snap sending ripples of pain through him as his shoulders hunched together and the bones within them ground together.

This was followed by a burning itch on Vikk's skin, and his eyes opened, only to widen as he saw black hairs beginning to pierce through the surface of his skin, starting on his arms and spreading as his entire body became covered in what he recognized quickly as fur. His fur, followed by another shock of pain down his spine as he felt something burst out from behind him, a long tail brushing against the floor.

Pain continued to current through his body as Vikk felt his head become heavier, his skull feeling like it was about to split in two as he felt his ears stretch and move towards the top of his head, his teeth gnashing together as they grew into fangs that were too big and too sharp for his mouth. As to accommodate this, Vikk could feel his face elongating and stretching into a snout, his nose becoming black and wet as he was greeted by a plethora of new, unfamiliar smells.

All the while there was something forcing its way into his mind, something primal, and something ferocious. Vikk, scared and confused tried to push back whatever it was trying to invade his thoughts, but it kept spreading, consuming all rational thought as Vikk fought for control with the screaming force in his head... a fight that he was losing.

As his snout began to finish forming, he yanked his head back; a blood-curdling scream finally tearing itself from Vikk's throat, a release of the pent-up pain in his body. "Simon!!!", Vikk screamed, as his agonized voice changing into a pained howl, echoing on the walls of his room and ringing in his ears as Vikk succumbed to the roaring instincts that were vying to control his new form.

The monster was free.

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Simon, who had been editing a video in his own room, was snapped to attention by a scream of his name echoing through the house. He jumped up from his chair, knowing that there was only one person who it could've been. "Vikk?!" He shouted, tearing across his room and into the hallway towards Vikk's room and was that a howl?!

Simon skidded to a halt in front of his friend's door, and pounded his fist on it, calling out "Vikk?! Vikk, are you alright?!"

He didn't know whether or not to be scared by the silence.

Gritting his teeth, Simon stepped back, before barging into Vikk's room, the door swinging open as he landed on the floor with a wince. With a groan, Simon pushed himself up on his elbows, about to look for his friend.

He was met with the eyes of a wolf.

With a startled yell, he leapt to his feet, backing away and out of the room until his back was against the wall of the hallway, the wolf following him out in a prowl, its ears flat against its head as it growled, baring its fangs at a trembling Simon.

The wolf was easily the size of a person, with ruffled black fur, with eerie, almost glowing amber eyes. Simon took attention to the strange fact that the wolf seemed to be wearing clothing, with a t-shirt and sweatpants pulled taut over its frame, torn and ripping in some places. Simon had to blink to make sure that he wasn't imaging things, but he was sure that the t-shirt was one from Sidemen Clothing, but surely not, right?

But... Weren't those the clothes that Vikk had been wearing before he went to bed?

The pieces started to click together in his head, not noticing the wolf creeping closer to him with a low growl. Simon's eyes widened as he looked down at the beast with a look of realization. The sense of fear the wolf had incited in him was replaced with disbelief and horror. He briefly thought back to the month before, when Vikk had said that he had been attacked by that dog. It had been a full moon like tonight.

"...Vikk?" Simon whispered, hardly able to muster up any voice at all.

The wolf suddenly stopped, its ears perking forward and the snarl disappearing from its face, seemingly shocked by Simon's words, backing up a bit itself.

"It is you, isn't it?" Simon pressed, trying to coax the wolf into calming down. "Just... calm down, alright?"

Simon inched forward a bit, reaching out his hand towards the wolf's head, as if to test the waters and see if it would attack him. Whether or not it was really his friend, he definitely didn't seem to be in control of himself. For a moment, the wolf remained still, but just as Simon's hand was inches away from him, the wolf took back its old poise, ears flicking back as he barked loudly at his friend, Simon jumping back again in surprise.

The wolf didn't follow Simon this time, rather lashing its tail menacingly and turning around and running for the window in Vikk's room, taking a leap and crashing through it, landing safely in the grass below, leaving a stunned Simon in the hallway.

Simon could hear a long howl from the wolf- no, Vikk, from outside, and Simon slid to the floor.

What am I going to do?

I think my friend is a fucking werewolf.

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Simon tapped his foot nervously, sitting on the couch with a worried look on his face. It had been hours since Vikk had escaped from the house, and it was now morning.

Lucky for them, the other Sidemen had decided to stay over at the flat, as recording had lasted longer than expected. Simon didn't object.

He had been thinking about the night before over and over in his head, waiting anxiously for any word from Vikk, hoping that he was okay, hoping that he hadn't gotten himself into deeper shit than he was already in. He could've gotten hurt, or as Simon tried not to think about, could've hurt someone else.

He was snapped out of his thoughts by a knocking on the door, and Simon jumped to his feet, walking over and yanking open the door to see who it was.

It was Vikk, trembling with a scared look on his face, his arms crossed as he shivered in the cold air outside. His hair was a mess and his clothes tattered, Simon scared the dried blood on his arms and his clothes, and even more scared at the lack of any cuts or injuries on Vikk that it could have come from.

"Vikk..." Simon said with a frown, not knowing what to say to his obviously traumatized friend.

"Simon." Vikk replied, his voice shaky and his noticeably amber eyes locking gazes with Simon's. "There is something wrong with me. Something very, very wrong with me. Help me... Please."

Word Count: 3,737

(If you guys want a second part to this, or maybe want to see this with another SidePack member, tell me in the comments! Don't forget, I'm open to your other ideas too!)