You Wake Up In The Above OC's Body! [IC Reaction]

Before Caleb could open his eyes he felt off, his body felt different, heavier. Then he noticed the touch of the bed and then the smell of the room. It was all different. Caleb sat up quickly and forced his eyes open, looking around the room with an uneasy feeling in his gut. This was not his room, not at all. It lacked the plain white walls, his old desk, the pictures of him and Xavier. Panic set in, feeling his breath quicken and the anxiety fill his head. 

What the f-fuck is going on...

Caleb started to swing his legs off his - the - bed, feeling the weight difference in this body. He glanced around the room for a mirror or something he could see his reflection in, but came up short. He groaned, the noise lower than it normally would have been. Caleb sighed and looked down, trying to see 'his' body the best he could. He could tell who ever naturally own it they took care of themselves, their skin was almost as pale as his, but lacked the tints of blush. He noticed his lack of curve, which mad him sad, the non feminine clothes making him slightly uncomfortable to say the least. 

Caleb made a small whine in his throat and searched for clothes, with on though on his mind 

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(Jutta , make sure you finish your post! Just a reminder!)

Upon waking up from a period of hibernation, Hibaske stretched slowly, and shivered. His eyes widened as he realized his leg, or wait, jointed arm? was no longer covered in thick fur, and was instead replaced by pale skin. Glass tubes no longer ran up his arms, and be began to panic with no way to check his interal temperature. He rose to his feet, and attempted to scramble to a mirror, but slipped and fell, not used to his new distribution of weight. Instead of trying to get up, he examined his new humanoid form and wailed. Everything was gone. His computer, his blood, knowlege, and fur. Such a deadly situation never occured to him, of course, and he found it almost humiliating. Without his research, Hibaske had failed his mission. And so he lay motionless on the floor, waiting for an icy death to embrace him.

As Topaz woke up, the first thing she noticed was her vision, which was wider than normal. "Huh," she thought as she tried to strech out her arms, noticing she didn't have any, and instead had furry white legs. "Oh." Topaz was good at maintaing her calm, but she started losing her cool. "Everythings fine. This must just be an eleborate prank," She thought. "Haha, you got me guys!" she said, her voice wavering. No one answered. "Pearl?" She called again, now slightly scared. No response. She knew her pearl would never cooperate with a prank, and, incrediibly scared, she whispered, "...help..."

(Ooc: You did pretty good!)

Amy woke up feeling like she was never even asleep; like she was just, sleeping one moment and awake midday the next.
It didn't really take long for her to realize that she wasn't herself. She felt like she traded her depth perception to get the other hand back and... turn red. Clearly, she was dreaming.
Looking around only made her feel more sure of that. This place was nothing short of alien. It was weird though, it's not like she was usually super aware that she was dreaming, while dreaming?
She was suddenly approached by a spindly humanoid of some kind... seemed pretty alien. They looked concerned, and seemed to be asking her something that she wasn't really listening or paying any attention to.
Amy was starting to chuckle. "WHO'S THIS FUCKERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR?!" She then burst out into a vaguely distressed laughing fit while also crying. She didn't really like that the tears were landing in her mouth and started to spit and cough in the midst of the laughter. A pretty picture over all. "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!!"
The alien just stared at her in disbelief.

(OOC: I'm sorry if I botched up any of the lore!)

 The lack of the toxic gases normally filling his lungs with its burning sensation had been the very first thing Dane noticed as he regained consciousness,  the second thing had been the weight difference. Now that's not to say he was light, but now his body was simply heavy. He flinched raised a hand to rub his face, looking at the hand that felt very alien to him, with its dark skin and chubby fingers.  Panic set in feeling the air in his throat stop as he jumped from the floor he was laying on to his feet, trying his best to not notice how much shorter he was now. Dane search the room for anything he could see himself in, letting out a small squeak as he stumbled into a bathroom. 

Dane stopped in front of the mirror and gasped. He took in his new features, the slightly rounded face, dark skin, pointy nose, longer brownish red hair, and more over that he was now...female? At this point he couldn't even think, the only thought that ran through his mind was whether this was a dream or he was back at the laboratory undergoing a new test. He let out a sob as he fell to the ground, pulling his hands to his face and letting the tears fall. Trying to ignore the pain in his body from said plop, and the black pixely mass covering his hand...

<ooc: I am so sorry this sucks ;4;>

Upon waking, a sharp pain seemed to pierce Techno's throat - though she thought nothing of it. The pain usually came and went, as the fire ravaged her insides, and so she ignored it. This time, the pain just wouldn't go away. Annoyed by it, and just about ready to throw a tantrum, Techno rose from where she had been laying. Without regards to her wellbeing, she stormed off to what she thought to be a bathroom.

Throwing open the door, Techno let out a snarl, upper lip curled in distate. Although, as she stomped over to the mirror, an entirely different sight greeted her. Where her hair had once been long and white, it was now black and short. Red eyes were replaced with crystal blue, and she could no longer see her fangs. The sight stopped her in her tracks. Slowly she lifted a hand to her face, running thin fingers down her cheek and her neck.

This body was not her's. And so the raving began. "FUCK!" Snarling once more, she spun, allowing her fist to collide with the nearest object. Now she noticed that her voice was male, quiet - no longer the booming thing it had once been. Hands clawing at her face, she ripped the mask from over her mouth, only for a mist to ghost over her hands. It hung in the air... and then it began to sting. Pulling away in haste, Techno stumbled back, gracefully falling onto her ass. Toxins pouring from her mouth? Not only was this not her body... those abilities were not her's. She had long grown used to the burn and ebb of the fire, and so this new danger posed a threat, and it scared her. Only then did it occur to her that she was not immortal in this body.

She could be killed.

And so, worry twisting in her stomach, Techno rose and made a mad grab for the mask she had just ripped off. Pressing it to her mouth, she sprang to her feet, and got out of there as fast as she could.

Don't mind me, just bumpin' this thread

*wakes up in the morning and stretches* *notices a deep burning sensation in her throat* uuugghhh.. I must have a cold..

*goes to brush her teeth* *looks at her reflection and is stratled by how different her appearance is* AA..!! W-Why do I look like this..?! Am I.. a dog..? I mean, R-Rex would have a laugh, but I don't k-know how to do dog things.. *as she begins to get more panicked, she begins to breathe fire every time she exhales* W-What's going on..??!?! 

As Faline wakes up, she notices her bed is less comfy. As she looks down at her paws, she thinks, "UGH! MY FUR IS WHITE! This won't do, not at all!" 

Chocolara was looking into her vanity mirror, bewildered.

She had been forcefully woken up by Lazarus's shouting that morning, and found herself nearly taking the demon's wrath as she frantically tried to ask what he was so worked up about. Then he had told her she wasn't her, that a random pink cat-person had done something with her. Once she managed to convince him she was still herself with her usual attitude, she made a beeline for her bathroom to investigate. And sure enough, she had changed--she somehow had acquired pink hair, with bits of black, a crop top and shorts, and a strange collar around her neck. She also had cat ears for some reason, which were twitching with irritation at the situation.

It was almost as if she managed to switch bodies with someone!

How am I gonna fix this one? she thought. If Lazarus can't manage to figure it out, who can?

NL came to in an odd state. His mind filled with an odd complexity, his movement slow, and his head.... achy... somehow? He immedately ran a system diagnostic, only to find no response. No response from any of his other sister systems- a sudden fear overwhelmed him. He was isolated somehow. The idea was terrifying. There was without a doubt in his mind that there was some form of malfunction in his systems.

Finally, after waiting for someone to find him for about twenty minutes, he wrangled down his fear, and decided to seek out help on his own. He had no idea where he was, or how he got here. The last week of information was wholly fuzzy in the AI's mind. Though that wasn't as pressing as his most recent discovery. Upon standing up, and nearly falling flat on his face, he was prompted to investigate himself... He was an entire two feet shorter... and he was.... delicate..?  He was smaller in nearly every dimension.... That, and he was coated pale flesh, adorned in a silk robe, and- was he human? Or at the very least, in an android body?

The bizarity of the situation was almost drowned out by his relief for a mere moment. His hatred for his old body managed to completely eclipse the questions rising in his mind. A sense that this was all temporary prodded him ahead to experience all he could before time ran out. 

And thusly, the small form ran across the room on unstable legs. Parading into the castle's coridors with a brand new lust for life.

Karma twitched his ears carefully, staring shocked into a small reflection of himself. Or, rather, not himself. He had darkened considerably, and felt energy coursing through his muscles like nothing he had ever experienced before. Karma took a slow, calming breath and closed his now pupiless eyes. 'This isn't normal, but don't freak out!' He thought to himself. 'I'm sure it'll be fine soon..' Just then a man walked into the place he was sitting, a clipboard firmly pressed to his chest. 

What was going to happen now..?

Smiley stared at his reflection for roughly two hours, keeping only a pleasant smile on his face as he blinked slowly. And yet this wasn't his reflection. It was a... small, purple creature with long ears and big, yellow eyes. This was clearly not his body, yet it was behaving like his and did what he wanted to. Was it perhaps a curse?
Smiley tilted his new head to the side in thought. He promised he would always smile. Did that apply to this body or his old one? Or is this his body and it got transformed by magic? What a predicament.
"Well," he started dismissively, carefully stepping over the dead bodies that littered the floor. He pulled out a few paper bags he recalled seeing after his "visit", and drew a smiley face on one of them, putting it over his head. 

"There, that's better. New body or not, I should still help others smile. :)"