"Mmm...Test....test today...." I mumble to myself. I tend to wake up before any of my family members do. Mostly due to my anxiety.

Sitting up, I scratch my eyes tiredly. I have a test today at my college. I just hope my studying paid off. Suddenly, I pause in my scratching, feeling that something is amiss.

I tell myself that I am probably hallucinating. I mean, what else could it be? My hands are now wearing gloves that look like paws. I don't remember wearing gloves before going to bed, heck, I don't even own gloves. Can't afford unnecessary stuff.

I keep calm and try not to alert my family. I don't want to disturb their sleeping over something this stupid.

I hop off my bunk bed, my paw-like boots landing on the soft carpet. Wait, what?

I freeze at my situation. Realizing something fluffy is on my back and wagging slowly. Did a dog get in here or something? I should take it out. Ma won't like this. We already have to deal with a brother who is enough of a dog.

Turning to look, I am shocked by what I see. A bushy tail is wagging behind me. And it seems to be coming from me. I quickly make my way to the restroom and close the door as softly as I can.

Turning on the lights, I walk towards the mirror. I pause back my expression when I see myself as a familiar, ever-smiling oc of mine.

"This can't be happening. I am dreaming. I cannot not go to school today! I paid to take that test!" I whisper shout to myself.

My once, dark brown hair has now been replaced with a grey coloring. My skin has a lighter tone than it originally was. My eyes are light-green apple coloring which was originally just dark brown.

"I don't look like myself anymore!" I shout, internally. Slowly reaching on top of my head, I can't help but rub the extra ears that are now protruding from it.

I stumble backward. Still unbelieving of the situation. I quickly grab the rim of the skin to not fall on the floor from the shock. It cracks a bit. And I swiftly let go of it.

I begin to breathe hard, panicking a lot on the inside. 'D-did I cause that?' I think to myself. Crouching down, I try to stabilize how much air I am taking in as my vision slowly turns dark.

I try to calm myself down by counting to 10 repeatedly. A technique my counselor said to use when I am too stressed out. My nerves get worse as I find myself unable to calm down. Only amplifying the urge to throw up.

Reaching down to grab my shirt, I pause. I only now am noticing the mask that is attached to my waist and the fact that I am wearing a kimono. A green-apple coloring.

Without a second thought, I grab the mask and put it on. For some reason, it quickly calms me down. Must be the effect of its power.

I sit down on the toilet seat, taking a deep breath. Trying to get my thoughts together. As my head clears up from the earlier attack, I heave a sigh of relief. I never check the news, but something is compelling me to do so.

Exiting the restroom, I make my way back to my bed where my phone rests. Reaching out to grab it, I walk back to the restroom.

Turning on the phone, I go to Google. Looking for any breaking news. I am shocked by what I see. Seems I'm not the only one who is experiencing this anomaly.

Biting my lip, I decided to first understand what is happening to me. From the news, it says that only UnderTale ocs are appearing. Some unfortunate souls are already getting captured while most are fleeing...oh no.

I clutch onto the phone hard, but not enough to break it. A small crack appears on the screen and I release the pressure a bit. My eyes begin to swell up a bit. Why did this have to happen today?

I fight back my urge to cry. Crying won't help me right now. I shakingly flinch into myself. My tail, stopping its wag.

"Am I going to be one of those fugitives? On the run? I've never done something that would hurt someone. At least, I don't think so. Is this punishment for not being religious like my ma?"

Ideas plague my mind as I question why I was chosen out of so many others. Perhaps for someone's sick joke. For all I know, my life could be staged. Does Toby Fox have something to do with this?

Suddenly, a thought pops up in my head. Erasing all the other negative ideas. I take a deep breath, calming myself down enough to not damage my phone anymore.

I quickly open up my messenger and go to my friend's chat. Calming myself down, I slowly type what is happening to me. For all I know, this will be the last I'll speak with her for a while. I don't even think she is awake.

Sending my last text, I shut off my phone. I have to find a way to leave without getting my family members hurt. I don't want them to be hunted down for something they have no control over.

I stand in front of the mirror once more. If this oc is truly who I think it is, then I must have their powers. Right? I stare deeply into the mirror, focusing hard. Slowly, I begin to shrink.

I jolt up, surprise that it's actually working. I close my eyes, waiting for the process to end. When I feel that the process is complete, I can't help but be relieved that it wasn't painful.

When I open my eyes, I see that I am on all fours. My breath quickens in excitement. And maybe I'm just being influenced by my instincts; I begin to pant and wag my tail rapidly.

"It worked!" I think to myself. I turn to look at the door, comparing myself to how tall it is. Now that I think about it, everything was bigger when I woke up as my oc. I close my eyes and begin to focus on the doorknob. Holding my breath in anticipation.

*Click

The door opens slowly. Frankly speaking, that's good enough for now. I walk outside the restroom and into the hallway. Looking back and forth; making sure that no one is awake. I begin to think of what I should do now.

I decide against exiting the house through the front. I'll have to pass by ma's room to get there. Instead, I opt for going to the kitchen. Where I'll go to the living room and exit through the back entrance. It will be much easier to sneak away since I am so small.

Slowly walking towards the kitchen, I pause for a second. Remembering that I had cracked the edge of the sink. Even if it was only an accident, I'll still need to be careful. I decided against using any more magic. I'll need to practice later with it or I'll risk waking everyone up.

Once I get to the living room, I stand in front of the door. And completely disregarding my earlier statement; trying again to use magic. I mean, the door managed to open earlier without making a lot of noise, maybe I can do the same here? I hope to myself that it won't cause a huge sound.

Unfortunately, that failed.

*Bam!

The door slams open. I jolt from the sound and quickly look back. I can hear the ruffling of bed sheets coming from inside the bedrooms.

I begin to panic, breathing hard. My vision blurs as I envision myself being found as a little fox with green eyes and grey fur. Ma would probably think I'm some sort of demon and try to get rid of me.

I shake away those thoughts. Telling myself that that won't happen if she doesn't see me like this in the first place. I turn back to look at the door that is now broken in half due to the impact of the magic.

I scare myself with dark thoughts. Many what ifs. Like, what if I accidentally use my magic on ma? Would that kill her? Am I a hazard to others and myself? Should I be by myself?

Without a second thought, I run outside. I hit my head on a chair outside, because I didn't stop myself properly. The chair flies away. Crashing into one of the houses pa built in the back.

I stare at the damage with fear. 'Did I do that?' I thought to myself. This was so much more destructive than when I only broke the door. I hear some mumbling behind me. Coming from the bedrooms.

Shaking away the hit, I turn to run for an open view. I can't stay here any longer. I'll kill them if I do. And I don't need nor want that on my conscience.

Standing on top of the grass, I look up towards the sky. My eyes gave off a flare of determination. I cannot remember the last time I was determined to do something.

"Come on. Hurry, you can do this." I tell myself.

I run forward. Tripping from between my paws. I roll forward a bit, crashing near a gate. I quickly get up again, focusing on my paws. I have to remember that I have 4 legs. Not 2 right now.

I start trotting like a horse, trying to synchronize my legs until they're comfortable. After I feel that it's good enough, I try running again.

I dash forward, not stopping even when I'm close to slamming into my pa's work supplies. I puff air out as I apply pressure to my back legs. Suddenly, I hop up into the air. Jumping over the supplies.

"Oh no," I shout as I begin to fall. I crash into pa's work pile. Junk that he never even uses for his job. The metal rods and spike nails all touch my fur. Surprisingly, I wasn't hurt.

The movement of this junk creates even more noise. I quickly climb out of it and hop onto the grass once more. Rolling off any nails that might have attached themselves to my fur.

"Again!" I shout. My nerves increase as I hear the quick footsteps coming from inside the house. They get louder every passing second.

I dash forward a few feet. Not wanting to waste time. Holding in my breath, I jump into the air just as I hear someone exit the house.

I pant in excitement as the expected fall didn't come. Turning to look back, I see it's ma who is standing outside. She stares at me with a shocked expression. Pa stands next to her, also surprised.

I try to frown, understanding that I won't see them for a long time. But my face refuses to heed my request. Unfortunately, my OC's face is permanently smiling.

A tear escapes from my eye. And from it, forms a small diamond. It falls onto the grass as I fly away and up into the clouds.

I hope that this is a dream.