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

(Hopping into hermits body xd)

N’arfi woke up and opened his eyes. Instantly he felt like something was wrong. He usually couldn’t see from his left eye. He also knew that this wasn’t some sort of miracle because even years after he got injured, there was no chance at recovery.

Freaking out a little, he quickly walked over to the window, where he was met by a different man’s face. He had short brown hair and the only similar feature was a scar on his face. He was starting to hyperventilate a bit and the extreme silence didn’t make it better. Were humes ears really inferior to his? 

He couldn’t find the will to stand anymore so he just sat down on the floor and hugged his legs, slowly losing his sanity to this piercing silence. He would really want his viera body back right now. 

Valnier awoke to a pleasant feeling, the feeling of lacking pain in his joints. It was a rare occurrence but everytime it happened he felt a bit of warmth roll through his body in appreciation of Sigmar’s blessing. 

As his eyes adjusted however something was off, his left side felt less focused. He could move his body alright, but everything to the left of him looked blurry. Like he was looking thought water.  A bit panicked how his hands shot to his left side of the face, a much more disturbing fact came into the light. He had 2 long braids hanging down  from his scalp. Dear Sigmar what is going on.

Then realization struck him, the blurry vision, the brains…no. His hands reached up to the top of his head, praying that his worst fears weren’t true. But sadly his hands found themselves on two giant rabbit ears. The following scream of abject terror awoke everyone within a 2 block radius

Jordyn knew at once that something was amiss. Only moments ago, she'd been holding her sister by the fire, and the next, she found herself in darkness.

Reaching out to feel for the walls, her hands brushed something... scuttling. Reeling backward, the serpent found her body slow to respond. Her joints ached with the effort to remain upright, and her center of mass felt offset. Was she on a raised platform? Had she been drugged? Kidnapped? Where was this? and most importantly - where was her sister? The thought was interrupted by the feeling of something brushing her legs. All around her, the former goddess could feel the aura of living things. The space was dark and seemed cavernous; but the serpent couldn't help but feel claustrophobic sharing it with so many writhing, scuttling and crawling creatures.

Slowly, her eyes began to adjust to her surroundings, and the reborn deity realized she was underground. "Hello?" She called out, and started at the sound of an unfamiliar voice. It echoed through her surroundings, but the origin... the origin seemed to be nearby? "Who goes?" The serpent insisted, before realizing that the voice... was her own.

Chills ran down her spine as the feeling of an uncomfortable dampness drew her attention downward; the puddle beneath her feet revealing the truth.

The serpent stared down, and the face of a stranger stared back.

"What is this?" Tiamat wondered. After rising from her slumber, she noticed the strange, unexpected change in her body. Her scaly hide was replaced with soft skin, adorned with a long mane of pink hair, but more importantly, she was missing her wings and tail. 

She examined her hands, wriggling her fingers. "Did I turn into a human by accident?" It definitely couldn't be her own human form, and while this body did look mostly human, the few, subtle differences, such as her sharp fangs and long ears, did make it clear that it was something else. Despite the outward differences, it more similar to Tiamat's own body then it first seemed; Tiamat realized that this body belonged to a serpent-Goddess like herself.

"So the person this body belongs to is... a norse god? Jormungandr?" Was this one of the few gods that managed to evade Tiamat during her rise to power? No, her divine knowledge informed her that this person was not on her 'hitlist'... At least this could be an interesting opportunity to try out another deities body... but compared to her own, this body felt so stiff. She stretched her arms, as her interest quickly faded. "How do I undo this?" 

"I guess I will talk to them... Maybe they will be safe as long as I'm in this form."

Puzzles woke up groaning, in a completley new surrounding. Had something happened the night before? Had tom put something in her drink? Whatever it was, she wasnt liking it one bit. " what am i supposed to do with this... new form??!" She angerily paced around " how am i supposed to do science like this??!!" She bellowed. 

Today is gonna be rough.

     Father Priest opened his eyes and sat up when he heard his cats hissing and angrily meowing. At first he had thought it was an intruder, but he looked to see them all glaring at him?! He furrowed his brows, confused, and reached a hand out towards the closest cat only to see... fur? On himself?! He looked at his arms, his legs, felt his face-- all fur!!

     "What--?" he breathed in a voice that wasn't his. Jumping off the bed, he dodged the cats swiping at him and ran to the closest mirror, horrified at the sight of the different body he was in. "Mother Mary..." He quickly did a sign of the cross and muttered a prayer under his breath before looking again, dismayed at what looked back at him. What had happened? Had a demon inflicted this on him? He would have to call other priests and see if the same thing had happened.

Rory's eyelids felt heavier than usual. He was used to having rough nights, or finding himself losing sleep over his "obsessions" as people called them, but right now? No, no, he'd had a peaceful night. He shouldn't be waking up tired and aching. As he pulled himself out of bed, fully opening his eyes, the change was fully apparent to him. For starters, he was taller. Much taller. And more notably, he could actually see out of his other eye. 

"Holy shit," He mumbled, scrambling out of his bed and across the room to his mirror. Looking through the cracked glass, he stared at a reflection of an unfamiliar man, in an outfit that, quite frankly, Rory wouldn't be caught dead wearing. It reminded him of the priests back at Sunday school in Iceland. It made him cringe a bit in disgust. The people who preached about rightousness were usually the worst. 

"Damn. I guess this helps out my whole trying to keep my identity a secret... Doesn't help with taunting Bruce, though."

Babi had gotten a horrible night of sleep, his back pain having been haunting him for hours on end, which he had gained after a certain interaction with his uncle.

With the little amount that he had slept, he found it strange that he wasn't tired at all. In fact, he was feeling GREAT. He sat up, stretching out and rubbing his eyes before he realized that this wasn't his bed. This wasn't the orphanage. This wasn't his bed.... These weren't his hands. He had ARMS. He shook them around momentarily, tilting his head. What was this? Where was he?

The now currently lost child got up, finally fully opening his eyes, and his fear only intensified. He couldn't see out of one eye. He shuddered, placing a hand over his other eye, trying to confirm this issue. Look to the left, look to the right. Do you recognize this place, Babi? How far away do you think you are from the bakery?

______

To the next person, I forgot to write on his page that his spine is quite fucked up from an incident with his Uncle!! He has a big ol' scar across his stomach.

Olivia awoke from a weird dream, feeling nervous and uncomfortable. She tried to remember what the dream was about, but she'd forgotten. Something about... a weird looking kid? She looked around noticing that the room she was in seemed unfamiliar. "What in the-" She immediately stopped speaking. Was that my voice?! Olivia tried to get up, but a terrible pain shot up her torso. Olivia hissed, and got up very slowly. "What is wrong with my back?!" She opened her eyes from shutting them tight and looked at her hands. She stood for a moment, trying not to scream. Don't scream don't scream don't scream don't scream... this clearly isn't my body, how do I get back to my old one...? AND WHAT HAPPENED TO THIS KID'S SPINE??? She attempted to stretch, but the horrible pain returned as soon as she tried. Olivia winced. "No, it's broken- something has to be broken-"  Olivia sighed and looked out a window. "Oh boy... This place doesn't look like Mystwood!"

Žimer was sleeping in the dark forest as usual, having a decent sleep with no dreams as always.
Eventually, he wakes up. "Hhhhhhh" Getting up and letting out his usual noise, now looking around.
He immediately noticed he wasn't in Sinrira forest anymore, but in an unfamiliar place. Hm did I fell asleep in one of the dreams I traveled to, he asked himself. But no, it can't be, he knows and remembers well that he went to sleep in the middle of dark forest Sinrira.
"...."
He silently steps forward, now noticing that his posture is completely different so he looks at himself... "Hhhh?" He is a... fluffy red fox without pants...
He thought for a moment: 'Well I am a shape-shifter, changing forms is not unusual for me but... I can only shape-shift at night, and NOW its clearly daytime...'
...
Žimer was super confused about all this... someone must of put a spell or curse on him. He looks at his hands... so tiny... so weak... His body... he looks like a fluffy twink, not a fearsome beast.
He puts hands on his head... his beautiful horns are gone as well, all he feels are fluffy ears.
"HHHHHH!" He starts getting angry and starts walking around, coming across a rock and trying to kick it away with his leg, but instead he just hurts his foot, not moving a rock an inch. "HHHH!!"
He is obviously not used to this body. He continues to walk through this new place, seeking for someone, anyone, in hopes of getting an answer to this mess.

Waking up from a rather odd dream, Rogue noticed immediately that he was somewhere he didn't recognize, in fact, seemed to be in the middle of the forest, at nighttime. "Where... Is this?"  He was rather surprised when he realized he could actually see, but now, he felt as if something possibly went wrong. Why was he suddenly able to see? And why did he feel like suddenly, things around him seemed small? 

'Please tell me this is a dream.' Rogue thought to himself. He wasn't quite used to this body, naturally, but didn't have too much difficulty getting around, might as well take a look around the area. It wasn't until he passed by a puddle of water, where he saw this new reflection, immediately bursting into tears, frightened by what he saw, but luckily, no one was around, as Rogue would not admit this happened. There was no way he was going out like this, what if everyone thought he was a monster? 

"Maybe it would be best to avoid contact with others."

-----↓

For the next post, in case it's needed, Rogue does not have great vision, it's mostly blurry, but has enhanced hearing to make up for it.

Harley opened his eyes, ready to start another day of regret and shame but something was.. different. He couldn't recognize his dirty room and everything seemed louder. He shook his head, thinking it was just him still waking up and stood up, noticing he was a little taller than usual. The sides of his head felt heavy as if something was attached to them and he wandered around to the bathroom to splash his face with water to hopefully become fully awake. He blinked, trying to make out his reflection, maybe he was still dreaming? The cold unfamiliar room was waking him up more and once he was able to see himself in the mirror he let out a choked gasp and clapped his hands to his new ears, panicking. He fell backwards and tried to calm himself down before realizing. *Maybe I just got out of my job.. I can start new!* he was overjoyed, he could get used to this new body if it meant not having to go back home. he stood up and smile to himself.

--

THANK YOU, IM GLAD YOU LIKE HIM!,

“HWWWWAAAAaaaaaaa”

Maggot let’s out a huge yawn sprawling out his bed, kicking his leg a little, confused why it’s not far off the usually tiny bed too big for his body. He sits up opening his eye freaking out.

“What the fuck?! I CAN SEE?? NONONONO???  wait YES?? NO?? WHATS HAPPENING??”

Maggot freaking out, panicking, stumbling over his own feet out of bed, finding himself infront of a mirror, seeing his face. “No this ain’t me! What happened to my dreads?? I swore I had em!! My eyes?? Nono” he grabs all over his face seeing the large X over one eye confused. He takes a moment to look at himself. Completely still. “I don’t look that scary…. I look quite, sweet.” He stands up straightening himself, noticing how much shorter he is. 

“I don’t look like I’d hurt anyone.. I look, just.. normal, I’m,, I’m normal..” maggot says with a smile, a relieved look.
He looks at the desk infront of the mirror finding a well loved journal.

“Huh…” he opens it and flips through the pages reading lightly, “this isn’t my book, nor anything from Worms library…”

He Looks around the room, “not my room either… now what the fuck is going on….”

He takes a deep breath. “I guess.. I’ll just. Figure out what’s happening…”
maggot blissfully unaware of the day he has ahead of him, needing to take the souls of those he doesnt know. For no apparent reason to him.

— — —

(Sorry if this isn’t the  way I’m quite tired lol, <33 I LOVE Harley to bits!! He’s such a interesting character and very unique <33)

— — — 

Next person feel free to play on him being “scary” as much as u please! Also heads up, he’s blind so obviously that lol, but because of stuff in his story u can also have him see if that’s more convenient for you! So in short, he’s blind but if wished u can make him have eyes/see 

"L;OG SEVENTY BLEVEN- THE CRETINS; HAVE STOLEN MMY EYES AGAIN."

Xeno speaks, bitterly, into what xe is pretty certain is a tape recorder. It might just be a lighter. These hands are... they feel different, more calloused than the nimble, scattershot ones xe is used to, whose offset bones and fingers of jumbled heights have become wholly familiar to xer. Everything feels different, all over. Xer weight on xer feet feel different, the hair on xer neck feels different. Xer joints don't have an electric buzz to them. Is this the lingering effects of a sedative? Why aren't xer bones talking to xer? Have they finally gone quiet, decided to leave xer alone?

"T,O WHJAT END THEY HAV^E D0NE THJIS, I D[O; NO.T KN;OW. I SINCERELY THOUGHT THE ORGAN TRANSPLANTS WERE BEHIND ME, BUT WHOOP-DE-FOOKIN-DOO IT' LLOOKS LIKE THEY FO\UND' ME AGAIN, WHICH MEANS MY BODY IS A RHOULETTE WHEEL. CURIOUSLY, THHEY;VE CHOSEN TO PERFORM A SKIN GRAFT OVER WHERE MY EYES ONCE WERE? THJIS IS THE ONLY EXPLANATION I CAN THINK OF FOR THE ABSOLUTE STATE OF SMO';OTHNESS, OiN THE UPPER HALF OF ]MY FACE. TH[E CRE*TINS STOLE MY HOLES, TAPE RECORDER. THEY STOLE MY GODDAMN FACE HOLES." Xe keeps running a hand over xer face- this whole face is shaped different, not just the eyes. Xe thinks xe feels fangs underneath. The cheekbones, the chin- Are those piercings by xer lip? That's... odd. Xe can think of reasons why a mad doctor or laboratory might want to deprive xer of xer sight, but why decorate xer? Why offer that kind of individuality? As xe continues to pat xerself down, it strikes xer that xer scars are missing. This body has it's marks, but they are different- far from the carefully incised surgical marks and the stitch scars of xer own. This body has a different history. It has a different... owner.

"...OH." 

The hand with the tape recorder- or the lighter, or the box of crayons, or the whatever it is drops, making way for an emotion that's much more... complicated. This is not xer flesh. This is not a flesh xe has any claim to. But... for one selfish, terrible moment, it's almost nice. It's comforting, think xe is occupying a body that hasn't been robbed. It's calming, to have a skin that doesn't broil with radiation.
But xe doesn't belong in it. This is a robbed body, by the very nature of xer occupying it.
"LOG SEVENTLY TWELVE- SO I THIN;K I GOTTA FIGURE OUT BRAIN TRANSPLANTS NEXT?"