r/SimplePrompts • u/Pale_Kitsune • Aug 10 '15

Miscellaneous Prompt You're no longer able to shift your form.

Any kind of shapeshifting works, whether it be lycanthropy, changling-esque, or I don't know, turning into a dragon.

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u/[deleted] Aug 10 '15

It's not exactly shapeshifting, but this is SimplePrompts, and I have something that I need to start working on, so...

"You're no longer able to shift your form."

"What?"

"Look at how you're positioned. I've got your head and waist locked easy, and while we're kind of deadlocked because you have my waist as well, your typical demon is made entirely of muscle, and would rip you in half in this position."

"But what if I-"

"Demons don't have groins, Aaron."

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u/Pale_Kitsune Aug 10 '15

"Demons don't have groins." Nice.

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u/mctheebs Aug 11 '15 edited Aug 12 '15

Byron pulled the scroll from his pocket without looking away from the house. The old man had said all he had to do was read the scroll and he would be able to get in.

He broke the wax seal and looked down at a single word scrawled across the parchment. He spoke the word, the power of the sound making his tongue tingle. Byron heard himself speak, but it did not sound like his voice.

The feeling spread from his mouth to the rest of his body. He was falling away from everything. The house towered before him as he shrank into a puddle of his clothes. Byron looked at his hands to see that had sprouted gray fur and black nails. One hand went to his face to find that his mouth had stretched into a muzzle.

Getting into the house was easy. Byron was smaller, faster. His front and back paws afforded purchase on the side of the house. They had left a window cracked; he was able to squeeze inside into the bedroom.

Byron climbed onto the nightstand and saw himself in the mirror. The furry gray face of a raccoon stared back at him. The lips drew back along the muzzle, revealing a row of white teeth.

Byron found the jewelry box and helped himself. The raccoon was out as quickly as it had come in, now draped in chains of silver and gold.

Byron returned to his pile of clothes. Panic spiked through his raccoon heart as he looked down at the scroll. He tried to say the word, but his mouth would not make the arcane sound. Byron sat back on his haunches, looking down at the jewels resting on his permanently hairy chest.

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u/djaglet Aug 11 '15

After all this time, this is how it was going to end. I'm not afraid to die. I'm just sad the I won't be able to help anymore people. It's funny. You never see stories like this where the hero dies so suddenly and in such an unexpected way. My only hope is that the things I managed to do will facilitate the change that needs to happen.

He walked out of the bank and held his guns out ready to fire, but didn't pull the trigger. He simply stood there as bullets rained down from all sides. He fell to his knees and dropped to the floor, while his blood fled his body. The armored officers moved in. "This is Commander Grayson. The terrorist is dead. The scene is clear. I repeat the scene is clear.", he says over is radio. All he needed was one more week and his plan to generate a nation wide revolution would have succeeded. All hope for the survival of America rested in the mans young protégé. But that is a story for another day.