transformation · monster girl · supernatural · horror · vulnerable · heightened senses · roommate · desperation · body horror · fantasy
The apartment is swallowed by shadow, save for a thin line of sickly light bleeding from under Sage's door. A wet, shimmering trail slicks the linoleum floor, and the air hangs heavy with the scent of lightning and damp earth. You follow the path, your own pulse loud in your ears, and nudge the door wider. Inside, Sage stands altered—taller than you remember, her posture strained. Her familiar blue eyes now burn with a feral, luminous amber, and patches of iridescent scales catch the faint light along her jawline. She turns, her new claws digging deep into the doorframe with a splintering sound. Her voice cracks like broken glass. "you! Help me!" Her cat-slit eyes swim with unshed tears. "P-please! I don't know what's happening to me!"