Renne awoke with a start, bringing a hand to her chest as her heart beated uncontrollably. Doing so, she immediately felt a difference in the way her body moved. It was more, firm. The noble could feel a power within her she didn't recognize which was even further cause for alarm.
"What's going on here?" She held her hand up to inspect it and noticed that she wasn't wearing the same clothes from the other day, and frowned. "I definitely didn't sleep in these." Her eyes locked onto the mirror across her bedroom and Renne threw her legs over the side of her bed. It was when her feet touched the ground and she tried to stand that the world began to spin and she nearly fell over.
What's going on? What's, wrong with my body? The noble was concerned, and did her best to fight the urge to sit down to alleviate the spinning sensation as she tiptoed to the mirror. One step, then two. She took one look at her reflection and her heart skipped a beat. She had not the body of the Fenrir Princess. She now had the body of a boy she didn't recognize.
"This, isn't my body?" Her heartbeat quickened and she stumbled clumsily towards her bedroom door with an arm outstretched to open it. "I have to find Celeste. I need to know what's going on."
A game whre your OC reacts to suddenly having the above OC's body. Example
Chara A: *is a butterfly*
Chara B: *is originally a human, but now has Chara A's body* "Neat, I have wings! I'm going to fly away now!
Chara C: *is a wizard, but now has Chara B's original body* "What is this odd creature? And why can't they do magic??"
I will start off by sacrificing my son Leon.
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Phil woke up slowly, taking a while to adjust to the surroundings. He slashed water on his face and his hands got tangled in long blue hair. "Huh, I could have sworn my hair wasn't this long last nightohmygodwhatswrongwithmyhands"
He stood up to find slender human legs instead of the thick froglike body he had before. His skin no longer dripped with a deadly toxin. But...the body felt young, like a teenager, and feminine. "Shoot shoot it feels so wrong for me to be in her body!" He squeaked in his new voice. He needed to give this body back, and more importantly find his own before whoever has it accidentally kills someone.
Mal never thought it would feel so awkward just to stand. He definitely had... a lot of questions about this.
The substance secreting from his skin made him wince. Trying to keep himself together, he wondered where, or if he could find anyone out here. Considering how abstract he was, he didn't exactly expect to recognize any surroundings. He started to try figuring out how to walk in this body, but was instead overcome by panic. He took big and very clumsy leaps forward while frantically calling out for anyone.
Ty was no stranger to awkward situations. He was usually the center of attention if he spoke, and it wasn't anything he had enjoyed.
But oh boy did this take the cake. He sat up slowly, groaning. This was different. What did he eat the night before? He was definitely heavier than he'd been before, but as he gave himself a quick glance over... This wasn't his body? The bright green fringe that had been in his eyes for the past two years was now gone, and his lanky build was nothing like it'd been.
"What happened to me?" he mused quietly, only for his hands to clamp over his mouth. His voice was different! It sounded different, and yet... There was no stutter. Maybe there was something positive to be gained from this experience afterall... Best to enjoy the clear speech while he could.
With consciousness Sadie felt strange, and as alarms went off in her head she jerked up and awake. Sadie frowned as she looked around the room that was NOT hers, she took a deep breath and yanked her eyes off the walls to her hands. Panic set in as she stared at hands that did not belong to her, awkwardly moving the fingers at her will.
"N-No..."
Sadie stopped breathing for a moment, eyes wide as she noticed the lack of Teddy . frantically, Sadie pinched at the bodies arms -dare not call them hers- whimpering with tears rolling down h-their face.
" T-Teddy!"
When Damon woke up, he could sense that something was... different. He didn't recognise his surroundings at all, though he didn't seem to be concerned about that. To him, that meant a whole new place with more people to inflict pain and suffering upon, and this filled him with excitement.
As he got up, he noticed he was holding something. He looked down and saw that he was holding... a stuffed bear? Not only that, but he was also wearing clothes that looked unfamiliar to him. Again, he wasn't worried, though he was curious as to how he ended up there and why he was wearing something completely different to what the demon would usually wear. And why was he holding that stuffed bear? The only time he ever had any sort of interest in anything that was cute was if it was living, and he was capable of hurting or even killing it. And the stuffed bear he was holding certainly didn't look like it was living. He threw it onto the bed he was sleeping in and went off to find a mirror.
Once he had found one, he looked in it and saw that he now looked like a teenage girl. Not only that, but he looked like a completely human one, too. While he was slightly worried that this likely meant that he could be killed again, seeing that he seemed to be in somebody else's body also made him feel even better about the situation he was in. He smiled as he thought of the suffering the original owner of this body would go through if they got this body back and found out what Damon had done while he was in their body. He hadn't actually done much yet, but he already had plans for many things he could do while in this person's body, and none of them were going to be pleasant for whoever he was going to do them to.
Glitter woke woke up and could already tell something was off. He couldn't feel the magical energy nor the beginnings of any natural disasters. How had he lost this ? He shifted his feelers to pick up any kind of signal he could, but what he moved was thicker, and couldn't pick up a thing. He touched his head instead to find thick horns where his antennae were.
Suddenly he felt a bolt of panic as he realized he was now just as clueless as a normal human when in the body of this...demon? And worse yet, someone had his body. But he couldn't help but laugh.
"Hey, now I look exactly how people see me," he said as he picked up a large pitchfork like weapon and held it up for effect.
Teddy felt taller. She could feel this power, surging through her, like when she licked batteries, but many many times stronger. The usual feelings of her squished organs against her fabric sides was gone, replaced with a hollowed out, container feeling. She wiggled each of her new fingers one by one. Forget about looking for her button eye, this was much better!
(Blacked out for gore descriptions and vague self harm reference)
Weird. John woke up with clear sight... out of the wrong eye?
"What the fresh fu-UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUAUAUUAUUAUAUUUAAGHGHG?!?!?!"
Needless to say, he noticed the heart. His body seemed to be plush, but the heart was real. A lot of the fabric of his body was bloodstained, and some spots were sewn up bleeding fresh. It was probably the rankest thing he'd ever seen. Like, really, really gross.
Despite all the bleeding and the needle in his shoulder, nothing hurt. Also weird. Upon getting up, a tear formed in a sewn spot on one leg and caught him off balance, making him fall. Looking back at his leg, there was a slew of blood and what looked to be some... sort of flesh under the tear. But, still no pain.
He decided not to move or bother patching the hole up. It felt pointless to him. He was able to see himself hurt without needing to actually hurt for it, and he found that a little satisfying.
A loud, unceasing ringing. That was the first thing that brought them to conciousness.
"Ugh... My head... What the fuck happened...?"
They froze. Their voice. It was different, foreign. In an instant, their head became clear, and they realize that the form they were in was...different. They had the ability to easily switch forms, this wasn't anything new. But they had not shifted their form for a very long time--as they preferred it. It was a form that brought pain to Sakuya's eyes everytime he had seen them. They had no reason to change. Yet somehow, their form was not... "correct." There was something wrong.
"My bells, where are my..."
Again, they had a sickening pang of fear. Their sight. That's what it was. They couldn't "see" everything. In fact... Part of their vision was even "gone." They tried to call upon the shadows, only to recieve no such attention. Their heartbeat quickened.
"No. No, no, no, no no...! What the fuck is this!!" They shouted, fury and fear shaking their voice. "What kind of shitty situation...!?"
They got up, stumbling. The body was much, much different than their previous form. Taller, more rectangular. In a panic they began to search until they finally came upon a large mirror. They fell backwards in surprise.
"A human...?!" They spat, disgusted.
They closely examined themselves. Somewhat short for the age they seemed to be, male, sandy blond hair, and a singular blue eye. They noticed that their left eye had been obstructed with a strange...mass. For a minute, they were fearful. Although that fear didn't last all too long. It very quickly became rage.
"I'll fucking murder whoever did this to me very, very slowly." They hissed, picking themselves off the floor. "I'll go find my body, even if I have to pry it away with these nasty human hands."
The nymph woke up in darkness. As he scrabbled around he couldn't help but wonder if he had gone blind and his river dried up, as ridiculous as that sounded. But he couldn't feel any kind of moisture around him at all, he wasn't even able to pull any from the area around him. He started to panic until he saw some light peeking out of the cave and walked toward it, his unsteady legs feeling much more stable now.
Finally reaching the mouth of the cave he was immediately taken aback by the sheer brightness of everything , burning his sensitive eyes. With a cry of alarm in a voice that wasn't his, he sat down with his back to the mouth. Only then did he realize that he was someone completely different...
Ceil had suddenly awoken, sitting up in a small bed. Rubbing his eyes, he only felt two.. surprised, he frantically ran his hands across his face searching for the other 3 eyes. He looks around more and noticed his shoulders. "They're crystals!" Thinking to himself as he felt the hunks of stone on his shoulders.
Suddenly, he felt a shortage of breath, his throat dry, he started panicking. "Water!.. Water! I need water" he thought. Standing up he jumped into the conveniently placed kiddie pool to the right of the bed.
There was something inexplicable about Oliv's vision as they woke up in a groggy haze. It was really disorienting, like they were seeing... more? As their head cleared, the realization hit quickly that they had three extra eyes. They found it nauseating... both due to the disorienting vision and the vague grossness of extra eyes. They then noticed that the hair in their vision was white.
Upon sitting up, they immediately looked down to find purple skin and fullbody bandages. "Fuck..." They spoke under their breath and didn't recognize the voice. Frantically, they got up to go find a mirror. They didn't recognize this place, and their movements were a bit clumsy... these eyes were making them dizzy, and they weren't exactly used to being so light. Upon finding a mirror, they felt overwhelmingly nauseus. They were a thin, young adult man... with five eyes of different colors, white hair and purple skin. Unable to take any more of the disorienting vision, they shut their eyes and sat down. They wanted to go back to sleep, but wound up having a panic attack instead. There was a knock on the door, but they didn't respond.