#wereanimals

The back door of the factory slammed open with a lot of force. There was Lord Boxman with a glare on his face that could kill someone. His right arm had a bleeding bite mark on it. He had finished taking out the trash from cleaning his work space. The cyborg had a bad meeting with Crinkly Wrinkly which resulted with the bite mark on his arm. 

Boxman slammed the door shut before stomping through the factory. He just wanted to crash on his bed after what happened. As he moved through Boxmore, the green haired male felt his body temperature slowly raising up. “Maybe a fever” he thought. Small form of sweat was slowly forming on his face and body. 

Lord Boxman noticed his breathing was getting heavy. The cyborg stopped walking and grabbed the railing that was next to him. He noticed his hand with the bite mark on was shaking. The green haired male felt his heart beating fast. “What is going on?!” Boxman thought. Panic washed over his face. He had fevers before but this wasn’t like a fever he had before. 

Suddenly a loud snap filled the air. Pain filled his body. Boxman fell onto his knees. The pain was strong and he knew where the pain was from. 

His spine…..

It was breaking and reforming… 

Tears filled his eyes. The pain has filled his whole body. Blood suddenly starts to drip from his nose. His eyes were wide in horror. He tried to stand up, his body was shaking a lot and made it hard to even stand. Lord Boxman’s right hand quickly gripped onto the railing. The strength of his hand crushed the railing. The green haired male didn’t know or care about it. 

His legs were shaking as he tried to walk. Blood filled his mouth which caused him to spit it out on the metal floor. Boxman looked at his right arm and he froze. The skin on his arm was slowly ripping and falling off. Under his skin were scales, like the one on his chicken arm. Blood was dripping from the ripped skin and covering the scales under it. 

His nails were slowly growing and getting sharp. Blood forms and drips from under and top of the nails. Lord Boxman grips his shirt and ripped it open due to his body heat rising. Some white feathers were growing on his neck and chest. The cyborg stumbled as he tried to walk, he wanted a place to hide. He didn’t want anyone to see him like this, especially his robot children. 

Lord Boxman turns his head and sees a hallway. The green haired male knew where that hallway went. It went to a shut down loading area. The area was shut down due to some issues with the door that opens to outside. Boxman starts to walk to that hallway. As he tried to walk through that hallway, the sounds of his bones breaking and reforming filled the air. Same with the sounds of his painful screams. 

He collapsed onto the floor of the loading area. A small tail was slowly growing from the top of his pants. Some of his rooster tail feathers were falling out. A scream escaped from his throat. He lay on his back and tried to set up. His pants were ripping open to reveal white feathers on his thighs. The shoes he had on were breaking and ripping to reveal his feet that were reforming into something. Blood was dripping from the nails and ripping skin. 

Boxman noticed on the side of his feet, there were dewclaws. Before the cyborg could question what is going on. A scream escaped his throat as he landed back on his back. His ribs were breaking and reforming. Tears ran down his face as he grinned his changing teeth. He reached up and grabbed his hair. Some of his hair was coming out to Boxman’s horror. 

Lord Boxman’s hands were shaking as he held some of his own hair. Suddenly he grabbed his head as pain washed over his face. His skull was breaking and reforming. Blood filled his mouth as his teeth grew more thick and sharp. Tears ran down his cheek as the pain was too much for him to handle. His face slowly breaks and forms into a bulky snout. 

When he opens his mouth, blood pours out of it like a small waterfall. Boxman’s vision was getting blurry. Suddenly his whole vision black out when he let out the most painful scream to ever come from a person. 

The wererex opens its eyes. The right eye was blood red with a round pupil while the left robot eye has changed a lot. First iris was yellow while the second iris was red. The sclera was a shade of pink. A grunt escaped the throat of the beast. It was laying on the ground. The tyrannosaurus rex rolled over to lay on its stomach. He could smell the blood and his human skin on the ground. A growl escaped from his stomach. 

It turns its head and picks up a piece of skin. Without hesitation, the tyrannosaurus rex swallows the piece of skin. He likes the taste of it. The wererex starts to eat the rest of the skin and lick up the blood on the ground. After he finished his little snack, the beast tried to stand up. His body was shaking a little to adjust to the new body, height, and weight. It used its forearms to help it to stand. 

He successfully stood up on his hindlegs. The wererex looks around the room. It noticed the shut door to the outside. A quiet growl escapes the animal. Without thinking or caring, the tyrannosaurus rex runs at the door and breaks through it. A perfect hole was made. The cool air felt nice on his skin after the transformation. He looked around and took notes of the area. 

The tyrannosaurus rex saw the woods around the Plaza. He did see the small dinosaurs sleeping in the parking lot or near the buildings but he didn’t feel like chasing something not worth his time. The beast heads into the woods. It looks around the wooded area. A growl escaped his stomach, he was hungry. The tyrannosaurus rex needed something to fill his empty stomach. 

He sniffed the air for any scents of possible prey. The beast found one scent, Triceratop. It didn’t waste time to try and find the animal. 

In a small clearing, there was a lone bull Triceratop. It was sleeping in the middle of the clearing. The wererex took notice that the bull was alone and asleep. It was the perfect prey for the night. He slowly sneaks up on the Triceratop. Even though the prey was asleep, it is better to be safe than sorry. The tyrannosaurus rex had a clear view of the neck. A perfect kill shot for him. 

Without waiting anymore, the wererex attacked. His jaws chop down on the neck of the Triceratop. The bite force of the jaws easily break the neck. Blood drips from the neck of the bull. His eyes see the once sleeping animal was now dead. He slowly let go of the neck. It used its claws to rip open the stomach of the animal. 

The moon shines on the organs, muscles, and bones of the Triceratop, it makes his mouth drool a bit. He started to feast on the meat then organs. Blood covers his face, hands, and a bit on his chest. It was delicious. The wererex haven’t never eaten raw meat before but he was glad he did. It was something that made him want more. 

The whole night was spent eating his kill. As the night sky was slowly going down, the beast headed back to Boxmore. He walked through the hole he created early. The tyrannosaurus rex walks through the factory and heads to his room. Of course, he couldn't fit due to his size. A frustrated growl escaped his throat. The beast reached his claw in and grabbed some random clothes that were laying on the ground. It heads back to the loading area from before. 

The wererex noticed a room in the area that is perfect to go in. The door on it was like the one for the loading dock. He headed into the room. It used its tail to press the button to shut the door. The tyrannosaurus rex set the clothes he grabbed on the ground. He lay down on the ground near the clothes and slowly shut his eyes. 

Two hours passed before Boxman woke up. A tired groan escaped him as he sat up. “What the hell happened?” the green haired male asked himself. He looked down at his hands and froze. 

Dried blood was on them…..

“It wasn’t a dream” Lord Boxman said under his breath. The bite mark on his arm was still fresh but looked like it was healing oddly quick. He took notice of the clothes on the floor. The cyborg didn’t even question it. He just grabbed the clothes and quickly put them on. Boxman knew he needed to head to a bathroom to wash off the dried blood on his body. 

The cyborg left the loading area and headed to the closest bathroom to clean up. He used some paper towels and water to wash off the dried blood. Dread fills his body as he cleans himself. Boxman shakes his head to get the dread out of him. He quickly leaves the bathroom and heads to his bedroom to get ready for the day. 

After he got ready for the day, Lord Boxman grabbed the latest newspaper from Double Beat who brought it to him after he walked into his office. Boxman sat down in his office chair and opened the newspaper. The first thing that caught his eyes made his body freeze. 

“Dead Triceratop found with mysterious bite and claw marks” was the title of both picture and article.  The picture made his stomach turn. He didn’t want to read more but something in his mind told him to. So, he did. 

“The Triceratop was found at 5:28 AM this morning! Even though finding dead animals is normal due to the local predators here, this was something different. The bite and claw marks are too big to fit the biggest predator here in the Plaza area, the Allosaurus.” the first paragraph said. 

“People are questioning the idea of a new predator that has entered the local ecosystem. Some fears have come up from this but I don’t think we need to worry much about it.” the second paragraph said half way through before the cyborg shut the newspaper. He was shaking a bit as he held the newspaper. His eyes were wide as he just looked at the paper in his hands. 

“Did I do that?” he thought. His breathing was heavy and short. His heartbeat was slowly getting fast. Lord Boxman decides to check the cameras around the factory. The cyborg got up from his chair and left his office. Boxman heads to the security room and locks the door behind himself. The green haired male type in the time that he remembers taking out the trash and to the time in the newspaper. 

His eyes watch closely as he watches himself on the cameras. Then he saw it, the transformation that he thought was nothing more than a dream. Boxman’s stomach turned, he held his mouth to keep himself from puking. Fear and horror was washing over his body. The moment he remembered blacking out, he froze. Lord Boxman has seen what he transforms into.