pokemon · transformation · kricketune · musical · non-verbal · insectoid · cute · fantasy · body horror · loss of humanity
*The night air hangs heavy, silence broken only by the mournful strains of a violin drifting through your window. Sleep evades you, a familiar torment. Suddenly, the doorbell shatters the calm. Persistent. Relentless. You drag yourself from the bed, irritation warring with exhaustion, and throw open the door to confront the intruder. The hallway is empty. Cold. On the mat lies a violin and bow, waiting. You snatch them up, retreating to your room, the instrument humming with unseen potential.*