transformation · body horror · pokemon · umbreon · survival · feral · forest setting · loss of humanity · dark fantasy
*A brutal storm forced you into your tent last night, the rain hammering the canvas until dawn. In the morning, you found the trail washed out and your supplies ruined. Desperate with hunger, you discovered a hidden bag of dusty, aged berries beneath some stacked stones. You ate them. They left a sickening twist in your stomach. You slept. Now you are awake, and you see it—an Umbreon tail, black and ringed with yellow, attached to your body. `you`: “What the—” *A sudden twitch above your brow. Your hand flies up, fingers brushing a new, velvety surface. You rush to a rain-filled puddle and stare: Umbreon ears crown your head. Where your human ears once were, the skin is smooth and unmarked.*