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

He stared at his reflection.

Instead of his usual dark brown hair and eyes, what Benny saw was a blonde man with heterchromia and a slight stubble. A very noticeable burn mark tainted his cheek and neck area, but that wasn't significant at the moment. He was stuck in someone else's body for lord's sake!

Gabe's positive and friendly demeanor was easily replaced with Benny's cunning energy, which made it seem very out of character. Even people who were familiar with the pyro would automatically sense that something was up.

As Benny examined his surroundings, he spotted some fancy gear sitting around the stranger's supposed room. It was a mask and a flamethrower. He stared at them for a moment, reminded of his hatred for fire. Anything similar to the sun left a horrid taste in his mouth, but a smirk began spreading across his face as he picked up the items.

Might as well take the opportunity and have some fun with it. Right?

(Info for NP; Benny can't see his reflection in normal mirrors, so he has a small one in his pocket that allows vampires to see their faces!)

Rory woke up quite well. This was already a bad sign. (Talking about his actual body) Due to his long centipede tail, also going up his back, he usually wakes up with back pain in the morning. Today he didn’t, so he was already off put. When he stood up from his bed, he almost got sick due to how tall he was. Normally a 5’6 king, he now stood at 5’10. Walking to the bathroom, he looked at his hands and legs, then realizing he didn’t hear his tail trickling behind him, now he was really worried. Running to the bathroom now, he looks in the mirror to see.. nothing. Nada. He checked every other single mirror in the house, all the same. Except one he found on the desk. It was rather small.

Finally, Rory saw himself. “Who the f—k am I?” When he said that, not only did he bite the inside of his mouth, hurting him, he noticed he talked in a British accent. In the mirror he saw an older mans chiseled face. Even he had to admit that the guy was pretty handsome.

He had also noticed his eyes were different color too, instead of a bright yellow, they were bright red. “Okay these actually look kinda cool though..” He caught himself and stopped there, snapping out of it. “Wait no what the hell is going on?! I’m in an older mans body, and apparently.. a f—king vampire?!?” He stomped a angrily around his room, continuing, “How did this even happen.. How long I’m I staying like this?”

He paused, sitting on his bed. After thinking about his potential actions, he concluded, “Well.. if I am a vampire.. that means i could fly around a sh*t right..?” He went from being distressed to compelled real quick. Wow.

“Maybe.. maybe I can have a lil fun..”

Awaking in an unfamiliar bed, Sine had to take a moment to remember who she even was. As some of her memories returned, something seemed strange, she didn’t feel… right. Well, she never felt right, but today, the strange feeling was different the usually. Looking down, she noticed her claws, more human than dragon, and clothes she would never wear, even in her human form. She looked around for a mirror, and quickly found one.

“So I’m some sort of centipede person?”, she asked, “How did that happen?” It couldn’t be a disguise, she’d notice being wrapped in the nightmare veil. Speaking of which, she couldn’t feel the mysterious immaterial fabric anywhere nearby; How was she going to leave without it? After some though, she realized what caused this sudden change. She said, “This is some sort of forum game, right?” Sighing, she added, “Well, it could be worse I guess.”

Being in the wrong body didn’t really bother her too much; She was used to it, thanks to her disguises. And this body wasn’t that bad, it even had a long, creepy tail. She did, however, decide to change clothes, since she wasn’t comfortable showing off so much of some else’s skin. Once she had found some modest clothes, she went for a walk.

Some notes for NP since her profile doesn't really go into detail for this form:

LostPocong

I KOVE YOUR CHARCTER I DONT KNOW MUCH ABOUT THEM AND IM kInd kf dumb but I hope this is alright!

ChanSimping jdjsnxk hopefully i did alright, this is my first time spoiling text because i ended up writing kinda a lot pff, i love your character ;v;

Blinking his eyes open as he awoke, something was instantly wrong in Temujin's mind. He was linked to his reaper as all Aschevolk are and he couldn't feel his reaper's protection but at the same time he didn't feel his strength fading like it should were he to be disconnected from his reaper.

There were other strange things he noticed too. First being that this was not the position he fell asleep in, after all, a lower body being that of an animal severely limits ones sleeping positions. Temujin felt weaker than before, yes, but not in a way that signaled he'd been split from his reaper, but rather he couldn't feel his magic. The only thing he could still feel was fire but it seemed different than his own.

Finally looking at his body, he tried to growl but it came out different, much younger sounding and less deep. Someone had turned him into a human, and probably an adolescent one at that. Humans were something that Temujin generally disliked with their desires to be immortal. Needless to say, he was ticked, if he found out someone had done this to him, well it wouldn't be pleasant once he had his body back.

     There were many things happening at once.
     The first thing Hayes noticed was the fire. Although they were all different colors than what he was used to, he recognized them as fire nonetheless, and screeched out, "FIRE!! FIRE!!!" as he ran around trying to pat himself out. When he did so, he realized that he wasn't patting down his normal body. He had... a tiger's body. No, something was different about it. Lion? Both? What's more, the fire didn't seem to be hurting him.
     With actual eyes instead of buttons, Hayes was able to roll them around to show where he was looking, which was everywhere. He spotted a mirror in the corner. Humans looked at them, and sometimes a copy of them looked back. Maybe the copy would have answers.
     Hayes wasn't used to being bipedal, so now having four flaming legs was almost like something out of a nightmare for him. As a dog with new shoes does, he trudged onward awkwardly, lifting a paw to shake it every step of the way. It just felt too alien to him.
     When he got to the mirror, there was the double. He looked human, but with flaming horns and a tiger/lion body, as well. He stared hard at Hayes, waiting for his instructions. "... What. Happened?" the former scarecrow said urgently. The copy said the same thing at the same time. Hayes repeated himself, so did the copy. They both paused, waiting for the other to go first, and when one did, so did the other. Hayes grit his teeth in frustration. These copies were no help.
     It would be a long day for the scarecrow not only not used to life, but not used to mirrors, either.

Alright, here we go! Going to give this a shot!^^ Hope it turns out alright!

(Skip me)

sugarwitches Hey! Don't forget your claim!

On one of the few nights he managed to fall asleep, he awoke as someone very different in a place much less welcoming then the cove of warm blankets and pillows he called his bed.

First off, he found that he was eye-to-eye with the dirt and grass, which instantly he found alarming. As he pushed himself up into a half-lean, half-sit, his hand went to brush the dirt off his cheek. However, two things were brought to his attention immediately. First, his face was a different shape, not quite as hollowed as before. Second, his hand was already covered with a glove, and as he looked over his body (or the body of someone else that he now controlled) he noticed that he was fully clad in dark, heavy armor plates. At least that explained the persistent heaviness.

Seeing a puddle of still water, he crawled towards it and looked down. A gasp tumbled from his mouth as he looked at his reflection in the mirror, staring at whoever his consciousness was now imhabiting. Scars and decaying, necrotic flesh marred the skin of his face, his hair was brown and short and the sclera of his eyes were black with white irises. It was definitely a change that didn't go unnoticed. "What the fuck?" Even his voice was different. After a quick pinch to prove he wasn't dreaming, he slowly stood up, a little unsteady on his feet due to the weight of the armor. This whole situation was foreign and frightening to the poor man. All he wanted at that moment was to go back to his old self, but first he'd have to figure out how the hell he got to this position in the first place. And seeing from the desolate wilderness he had been put into, it would take some effort on his part to accomplish that.

(Poor Dex has 0 idea what's happening to him-)

^{(sorry it's short, I'm still getting used to writing again '^^)}

Warm. That was the first thing he noticed. He was used to being cold-blooded, so actually producing heat was a strange feeling. The second thing he noticed was how small this body was. He sat up and looked around at his surroundings. This. Isn't his house. "Okay, don't panic," he mumbled to himself. "Surely there's a mirror around here somewhere?" He got up and, a little disoriented by the height change, made his way to the bathroom, where he took one look at himself and froze. He wasn't sure what he had expected, but it definitely wasn't that. He was a human. He ran his fingers through his short blond hair to ground himself, sighing when he hit a knot. "Yeesh, kid, maybe brush your hair? Whatever, gotta focus on getting back. Cause if I'm in this body, then..."

"Who's in mine?"

The clown had passed out after a particularly long day of... literally doing nothing but absorbing a pizza restaurant. But then it woke up. What. The. Fuck. It very quickly noticed that it was in fact NOT a blob of icing around the size of a small house, but it was in fact a humanoid green thing with ~ears~ and ~good eyesight~. You’ve got to be fucking shitting me, what the hell was in that pizza? Asbestos??? The clown attempted to get up to try and find a way to see it’s reflection, but it had no idea how to walk on two legs so it promptly fell flat onto it’s face. “FUCK.” The clown was starting to panic, coming to the realization that this was not some asbestos-laced pizza induced hallucination, but in fact, real life. I’ve got to call that fucking cat. What the hell is happening? If this shit means that this green motherfucker is somewhere in MY body i’m Going to go apeshit. It somehow managed to sit up, and went to grab a phone laying on the ground some distance away from it. uh. What the fuck is this? The clown stared at it’s hands. surprise, they were not discs. “How in the fuck am I supposed to do anything with this bullshit?” The clown muttered. But then it realized, oh wait. The cat told me about this new thing phones have. “HEY, SIRI!” The clown shouted at the phone. “TEXT THE CAT.” A robotic voice replied “What would you like to say to ‘Pellegrino’ ”? “I DON’T FUCKING KNOW! Okay hold on, shit. Hey you fucking cat, I don’t know what the hell happened. Some shit was in the pizza restaurant and now i’m in some green assholes’ body. I don’t know what the fuck to do, I don’t know if the shitbags on this planet are still being mind-controlled, I don’t know if this green fucker is in MY BODY, and I swear I am not drunk. SEND MESSAGE.” “Message sent.” The clown laid down on the floor, waiting for a response. Hopefully the cat can figure this out, or if he can’t, maybe he can just wipe out the planet or do some voodoo magic cat shit to get me back in my actual body. After a while, the clown realized it would have to walk over to the phone to see if Pellegrino had replied. This was going to be a fucking painful day.

TLDR: asshole clown is no longer clown, but is still an asshole. yippee i’m not good at writing at ALL lmao sorry if this is a clusterfuck