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~Christopher: 50%~

NOTE: This ties into a fanfic for the Quest RPs I'm currently working upon.

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A month had passed since Chris's first change.

Christopher had just finished his second change and was an emotional wreck. Like Glacus, he had a terrible nightmare. Moreau had changed him into a full wolf with no speaking capabilities and shipped him away to be an attraction in a zoo far away from the island. The b*****d had finally found a way to rob Chris of something... his loved ones and not being to even tell anyone who he was anymore, leaving him with tormented memories.

When Chris had awakened, he had began to transform. He freaked out terribly because it was just like the beginning of his dream. His dream had started with his changing in bed. Going on a tantrum, Christopher thrashed around his duplex, howling and screaming. He was reliving the nightmare already.

Wearing himself out immediately, Christopher curled up into a ball and fell to the ground, allowing the transformation to victimize him. For once, he was in fear of it. Not because of he'd be a full blooded wolf, but due to the proceedings that would follow. He didn't want to be pulled away from his life here. Chris wanted to stay.

The changes, to his surprise, came to a halt. Crying uncontrollably, Christopher stood and tried to calm himself. Then he remembered what else had happened in the dream...

"Erik!' Christopher's mind screamed.

Racing out of his duplex, Christopher booked it to his little brother's place. He had to be sure he was fine. Chris wouldn't rest easily unless he was certain Erik was unharmed. He reached his brother's duplex and pressed his pawwed hands to the window, peeking inside. There was his little brother, sleeping soundly in his South Park PJs. Christopher slid down the window all the way to the ground, balling his eyes out.

'Thank God he's alright!' Christopher sighed in relief internally. 'Oh thank God!'

The dream had proven too much for him. Christopher was whimpering uncontrollably and couldn't gain control of his emotions. He desperately needed someone to talk to. However, he did not want to disturb Erik of his slumber. The teenage foxboy deserved his rest and not to be thrown into a wave of drama. He didn't want to intrude Minna with this burden either. She would be sleeping as well. The only one who would possibly be up late was...

'Glacus!' was the name that came to him. 'I'll go talk to Glacus! Besides, it had been a while since I'd last seen him...'

Before he darted off again though, Christopher peered through the duplex window one last time and choked up, "Sleep well little brother..."

Christopher bolted toward Glacus's duplex but found no one at home. Completely out of any rational thought, Chris rammed, kicked, pounded, and clawwed at the door while he let out unearhtly screams and cries. He didn't know what else to do and he had to pull together soon, otherwise he'd wake the whole island. That's when he caught a hint of Glacus's scent on the wind. Chris's eyes shot open wide and ran, being lead by the smell of his friend.

Ending up by the rock and pond area Glacus had grown fond of, Christopher's eyes hastily scanned the area but he couldn't place his friend's shape anywhere.

Without thinking, Christopher howled out at his loudest pitch of voice, "GLAAAAACUUUUUUS!!!"

He collapsed to the ground and gripped his stomach which felt like it was going to pop like a tick. He was too upset from the dream and, without any realization, sore from his new changes that it was taking its toll on him. However, it had Christopher thinking the dream really was becoming a reality. It seemed as if a new wave of changes were happening to him when they really weren't.

...And now his friend was missing.
What could he do? There wasn't much left for him except to lament and be helpless. Nothing else was even coming to mind. It'd only be a matter of time before Moreau came to collect him and take him away... or so the delusions of that awful nightmare had lead Christopher to believe.

Chris hadn't even taken time to examine his new changes. Thick fur now enveloped his whole body, his muzzle was halfway formed as well as his newfound tail. His ears were near complete relocation to the top of his head. His feet were now also pawwed and clawwed, and his human hair had retracted to a fur length, mixed with silver, white, and black hairs that contrast against his natural brown color. Yet Christopher just couldn't find a moment to really enjoy these new features. There was too much emotion pent up in him right now to think coherently. It had to be released, drained away... otherwise he would flip out completely.

Christopher slowly raised his head up to view his friend and he tried to smile but he kept on crying and whimpering. Hugging himself, Chris began to rock back and forth in an effort to relax and stabilize himself but it was in vain. He collapsed in front of Glacus and wrapped his arms around his friend's feet, sobbing and whining uncontrollably.

"..Gotta...! Gotta help me!" Christopher was mumbling in an incoherent manner, mainly due to his lamenting and still under the delusion of his nightmare. "Mo-o-oreau... turn m-me into full w-w-wo-wolf! Won'tbeabletospeak! T-t-take me away!! ...to a zoo! A Zoo!!! Don't let him! Idon'twannago!!!! Pleeeeeaaaaase!!!!"

Chris rested his head on Glacus's feet and cried in a very upset manner, not being able to stop. He was simply a shivering emotional mess.

Sniffling, Christopher was raised from his feet and brought over to the body of water. He slowly dipped into the water and allowed himself to sink all the way in. Resurfacing a second later, Christopher was still weeping. The water at least felt good... but it wasn't doing much to improve his mood.

"I really don't know if it is a dream anymore..." Christopher replied, sorrow in his voice. "...What if he really knows what I did?! What if he finds out about the letter in the bottle I threw into the sea?!?! He just might do that to me yet. Oh God... why did I do it?"

Looking to his friend, Christopher inquired to Glacus, "What are you doing out here anyway?"

Turning to Glacus, Christopher answered his friend, "...Glacus, I think these are warnings from Moreau. He must have done something to our injections or something because if we both had a nightmare and we've both been..."

Seeing the look forming on Glacus's face, Christopher grimaced when he realized his friend was not aware. He pointed to the new track mark on Glacus. "Y--you have a new injection mark..."

Christopher screamed along with his friend, feeling like the world was truly crashing down on top of them. Plus, maybe if someone joined in with him, he would realize he wasn't alone and someone was here to share in the pain. He grabbed Glacus's changing hand and allowed his friend to squeeze. Chris shivered a little, the feeling of his friend's hand becoming webbed was very creepy but he had to keep strong. It'd be hypocritical to become disgusted, especially considering his stance on the matter.

After Glacus was finished, Christoper patted his friend on the shoulder but being careful not to touch any of the venemous spines. He grimaced at Glacus's words. "Moreau wants you to think you're a monster..."

Christopher took grip of Glacus and stared him right in the eyes, his own still watering. He growled, "But you are not... I repeat, not a freak Glacus. I know that. You're still you... Just with some gills is all... Oh my God, they're bleeding!"

Panicking a little, Christopher got a few handfuls of water and splashed it on Glacus's neck. "Are they suppose to do that?"

Panicking, Christopher's tail shot between his legs and he immediately dunked Glacus into the water. He closed his eyes, trying to block out what was happening. He already had too much overload tonight as it is. Last thing he needed was to take in his friend struggling with his own changes. Then the smell of the blood and bile hit him.

"Oh God!" Christopher gasped, seeing the insides of his friend's throat bobbing around on the surface, before he turned around and vomited on the ground himself.

The taste and stench was terrible. Christopher quickly shoved his muzzle into the water, filled up his mouth, and spit it out behind him so he could wash out the disgusting flavor present on his tongue. "This is too much at once... Too much!"

Then it hit him and the blood in his furry body froze. He slowly cocked his attention to the water and stared in horror. Glacus had been under there a long time. He called out in a worried scream, "Glacus?! GLACUS?!"

Christopher's heart jumped into his throat when he saw Glacus was fine, although caught offguard when his friend popped his head out from underneath the water. It was followed with a choked up, nervous chuckle. "I know what you mean. I feel like I just went through Hell and back."

Eyes darting to the mansion on top of a hill off in the distance, Chris let out a loud growling sound. He looked back to Glacus and said, "You know he's doing this on purpose, right? He's trying to f**k with our minds... Influence us. That son of a b***h!"