Nathanael felt his heart drop when he saw his arm. The white, skin-tight spandex that stretched across it, black stripes zig-zaging their way up his arm. Looking at his other hand yielded the same results.
"No… no way…" he struggled to his feet, his legs heavy like lead, and forced his way out of his bedroom to the bathroom. His reflection in the mirror greeted him with a glimpse of purple skin and a butterfly-shaped domino mask on his face. Nathanael nearly screamed bloody murder. Instead, he ended up throwing up.
His hands shook uncontrollably when he'd recovered. As much as one could, in his situation. He looked up at the mirror once more, and still found himself face-to-face with the Evillustrator. What the hell was going on?
Was this Hawkmoth's payback? To force a transformation upon him, and leave him to deal with the consequences of it?
The drawing that gave me the idea for The Living Nightmare, and now the cover of it. Pose taken from this pose meme.