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

The creature slept soundly that night, their hunger had been satisfied by an entire race gifted to them by Bsoa. Bsoa did not require sleep, so she wrapped Existoa around her neck that night as she explored the Galaxy for more souls. 

Existoa awoke in a bed. Next, to a human they did not know. "W-wha?" They had a voice! A Voice! Existoa could only speak to Bsoa. Now they can speak to whoever, whenever. "Wow! Wow!" Existoa shot upright in their new body. Running around like an animal, they were so excited. They got to eat whatever they wanted, they started with paper, and then white bread, the plastic wrap on the bread, and much more. They felt sick after a while and sat down to rest. They begin to wonder, will Bsoa find them? Or is Bsoa lost for all time. Bsoa was their mother. 

Existoa waited, looking in a mirror, Existo shattered it in anger, this is not what they want, they want to go back to Bsoa. Even though they had all that they had ever wanted, they didn't have Bsoa, and she was the most meaningful being to them.

Everett couldn't think straightly, he had a terrible headache, his vision was blurry and everything felt so...strange? Like he was in a completely different body that moment. "What a nonsense" he thought getting up and maing his way to the mirror through empty whiskey bottles and his brother's trash. It would be much better if he didn't do anything at all. It would be much better if he just stayed lying in his bed waiting for his brother to come and shout at him for sleeping too much again. But it was too late now - he already saw what he became. He wanted to scream, he wanted to scream as loud as it even possible, but for some reason he couldn't make a sound. Panic was slowly arising from the bottom of his soul, after all, he looked like a fucking monster and he could neither talk nor see or walk properly being in such a strange condition, being in it's body. "Ugh it's just a dream, right? Or i drank too much again. Yes, it must be it! Or my beloved brother added something to my drinks again. Yes. Yes. It was him. It was him without a doubt. I'm gonna kill him...But not now, i still feel terrible from the yesterday..." He thought.

Keala had settled into a nice, tall tree, hoping that he could finally take that nap his body had been begging him for for the past two days, his wings curled around him as he clung to the thick branch. Bi-colored eyes closed, as Keala told himself before surrendering to the darkness, Just a short nap. I 'll be awake in roughly thirty minutes; I'll have to be if I want to keep ahead of the scientists.

When Keala opened his eyes, the first thing he noticed was that he was inside. Crap,crap, crap! He sat up as quickly as he could, automatically patting himself all over to make sure that he was all there.

Arms and hands? Check. Though the nail polish is new.

Legs and feet? Check.

Wings.... Where the hell are my wings?!?!  Keala's hands scrabbled at the now bare expanse of his back, hyperventilating as he realized that his wings, the only things about him that have always been there, were  gone! Keala curled into a ball before pulling himself together as much as he could. Let's see if that's the only thing that's changed.

Collin was waking up and feeling quite dizzy. Was it something he drank last night? Probably. Those new bars always have different inovating drinks that always mess Collin up. But something was feeling different. HE was feeling different.

He got out of bed and stretched his body and something felt different. The first thing Collin noticed was that his shoes looked way bigger than they actually were, and he noticed that he was having tiny feet. "Wow, I must be more drunk than usual" and walked to his bathroom where...Well. The realization that something was wrong came to him, not only him having a bad hangover, but the fact that he wasn't himself. He was a tiny man with wings. His face was pretty cute, but it quickly went from cutie to a big panic face, not cute at all. Collin gave the most high pitched scream and looked again, and looked at "his" wings. He screamed some swear words and tried to calm down.

Sitting on the sofa with his hands on his face, Collin took a deep breathe. "I wonder. If I'm like this, this means... My body is somewhere else. Oh my f*cking god."

With a yawn Havoc woke up from her sleep slowly rolling out of the bed. She stirred her arms making the bones pop as her eyes slowly adjusted to her sorroundings, something was weird. Realizing that she wasn't in her room she quickly looked aroud with a panicked look in her eyes, immediately she catched some drawings and with curiosity she stared at them amazed.

"Wow these are cool-" she stopped as she heard that her voice was more... masculine. Raising her hands to her face she couldn't feel anymore her long hair usually all over the place... and her horns? Where were they?

She stumbled on her feet and quickly went to the bathroom checking out herself in the mirror.

"I'm a boy!" She exclaimed as her hands slowly pulled her cheecks.

"My hair, they're short and blue" whimpering she then felt her behind realizing that she didn't have a tail anymore. Panicking once again she let out a loud scream covering her face with her now bigger hands, god how can she explain this to her brothers? And why did she have long canines?

Everything was just so confusing, but she had to admit her looks were quite astonishing.

"Yeah, maybe I could have fun with this" she mumbled as she shot at the mirror a malicious smile. It couldn't harm anyone if she just made some little problems here and there.

The feelings began to leave Raw's body, what was that light? A loud yell escaped her throat. Her voice, her body, gone. Her army, her Pearl, her armor, her gems, all gone. She no longer had the power she once held in her massive body. All she had was horns and a tail, and delightful pink hair. "I'm deformed!" She hisses with surprise. She slams her fists on the ground in anguish, and looks up, water. She scurries to the reflective surface and gapes at the sight she was met with. With a loud, ear-busting screech she ripped her and through her own reflection. 

*Bumps*

She woke up, and she instantly knew something for wrong. For one, she didn't feel human- she never felt truly human in the first place, but she didn't feel biologically human either. Not to mention, things were more in her view. Was she taller as well? Looking at her hands, she saw she had gloves on. Taking them off, Renee was quite a bit in shock. "What the-?!" Stopping herself from speaking, she wondered what this strong accent was. She didn't feel right at all... she'd rather be in her own body than this.

"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK??"

Why is she this weak creature? Hands?? She squeaks the best she can in excitement. She has hands. Still, she doesn't like this and attempts to purr to calm herself. She fails. She attempts to hiss in agitation. That also fails. She flops over on her side with a huff. with no acid to spit she just spits on nearby paper.

Stretching out into the air, Lindy takes a moment to absorb her new form. "Omigosh?!" She extends a wing to the side, "What happened to me? What am I?" She peeks over the edge into the lake to assess her reflection. "I'm so cute! Look at that lil pink nose." She springs back on her hind legs rather cheerily.

"So I have no hands. How do I pick things up?" She looks to the side at a stray branch on the floor. Stomping her foot down on it, she lifts it up with her claw and balances on a leg, "Well this is awkward... but atleast I have these!" Still holding the branch and turning upward towards the sky, she takes off and begins flapping her wings in an amateur fashion, crashing onto her bum a few moments after. "Ow... still, an upgrade." She chuckles nervously to herself, getting back on her feet.

"Wait 'til my sis sees this, she's gonna freak..!" And a newborn, bipedal wyvern scuttles away with a ridiculously derpy smile.

The first thing the other did was gasp loudly. Sitting up Aiden looked at his attire, eyebrows furrowing in confusion before he looked down at himself. He twisted around wildly and went to find the nearest mirror. What on earth was he wearing? Why did he-

He paused to look at his new chest and made a noise he didn't even know was possible. Glancing back up, only pretty blue eyes returned his gaze. He paused in the mirror to look in disdain at himself, his personality coming back in as he scoffed.
"I must surely be dreaming. I'll wake up any minute now in my luxurious bed with my nice red silken sheets. The maids will come in to wake me up so i can eat breakfast with mother and father and Jax.." He laughed haughtily and snapped at himself in the mirror. "Ok turn back."  He twirled and closed his eyes, expecting it all to be over soon.

Inkstone woke up but didn't yet open his eyes. He still felt tired and had a pounding headache. He lifted one hand to touch his own forehead and flinched. That didn't feel normal. It almost felt like.... skin? He opened his eyes in a panic and attempted to sit up, however he had difficulty. His body felt so much heavier than normal.  Once up he looked down at his hands in horror. Was he, a human? No, this was some kind of magical trick. He ripped off the rather expensive looking blanket off of him and stood up. Jeeze, who knew having mussels and organs weighed down someone so much?

Carry woke up with a yawn. Normally he'd itch at his face- however, he felt nothing. He stretched a bit- his body was oddly light, and felt new, similar to how it oftentimes did when he took on a new creature's body. He flinched, feeling off, and opened his eyes. Everything was so dark, and the color red jumped out at him from the corner of his eyes. He got up with a start- however, his body became heavy as soon as he attempted to float. He stumbled, tripping over his own feet as he attempted to walk on all fours, before looking down at himself, screeching as he did so. He began swearing, but his voice sounded different, wrong. He was dead. That was all he could think. Death had caught him by the hands and took away his proper form. What now? He tried to swallow, but nothing happened, and his mouth was completely dry. He tried once again to leave the body, as he would do any rodent or dog, but he couldn't. He was stuck. Stuck.

Keala had settled himself in yet another tree, praying like he always did to whatever higher power presided over the universe that he wouldn't awake to white walls that hurt his eyes, shock collars that hurt everything else, and gruel that not even the goat/tiger hybrid from three cells over could stomach. Wings wrapped around his upper body, he sat with his back against the trunk and closed his eyes, descending into dreamland.

OOOOO

When Keala opened his eyes, he automatically noticed something was wrong. First of all, his teeth were a lot sharper than he remembered them being. Second, his nose was much more purple, and much, much, longer. He yawned, only to splutter as fur, of all things, fell into his mouth! After hacking and spitting a bit to get rid of the -really, purple?- furin his mouth before deicing to try something else, in hopes that he would be fine doing that, at least.

It ended up being a futile hope, as during his first sniff, several stands of eye-burning cyan -REALLY? Cyan?- hair ended up making their way into his left nostril, triggering a spastic and violent sneezing fit. Keala curled up in the bed that belonged to whoever's body he happened to be inhabiting and his hands (paws?) made their way to his forearms (forelegs?) and started plucking and pinching anxiously. I can only hope that this is a temporary thing. Keala thought, now green eyes gazing balefully at the mirror that he just realized was on the wall to the side of the bed.