Hey guys this is another mob talker fanfiction, completely separate from my others. Except this one is different from any other- it's TG! If you don't know what that is go look it up for yourself, I do not recommend reading any further- or whatever. I admit, I'm a fan of TG. Anyways, I'm willing to take criticism.
Jason slumped down the black rolling chair and flipped open the great piece of machinery that was his computer. He stared blankly into the sea of pixels. For what felt like hours he locked eyes with the login screen. He already knew what he was going to do yet he didn't feel driven enough to do it. He was depressed. Eventually, Jason grabbed the mouse and entered in the password. It's time to start. After loading for a few quick seconds, the screen changed to his background. It didn't take long for all the icons to load up. The first one he saw was minecraft: a game he downloaded a year to go. Admittedly addicting, Minecraft proved to be extremely fun and helpful. Jason smiled- finally something to help take his mind off of past events.
Jason was 15 and pretty thin. His height was 5 foot nine inches. His hair and eyes were brown. Underneath his eyes, which were red from lack of sleep, was a faint splash of freckles that had stuck with him through childhood. At the front of his hair was a cowlick which he just let hang. Usually when he smilled, you could see dimples. Today was not one of those days.
If he wasn't so depressed, he would've considered today okay. But it felt like nothing worked right. Actually, he admitted that wasn't true. The majority of his depression stemmed from things at school. One of those being his inability to get in a relationship. He knew it wasn't necessary to have one but still, he yearned to share something mutual with someone. There were girls he liked before. Though none of them worked out and one girl, for some reason, brutally rejected him. He didn't understand. From what he knew he was a nice guy, and his friends seemed to agree. He never mistreated others. So he would blame himself for being the way he is. He was always concerned with what other people thought of him, making him somewhat self conscience. He knew he was making a big deal out of it. There were worse than being forever alone in high school.
Life at home wasn't so bad. Sure he got quite a bit of trouble from his brothers once in a while, but other than that and the sound of his mother yelling home was somewhat peaceful. The one thing that always plagued his mind was the secret desire to be different. Now he was already considered extremely unique by his friends. But deep down, being human wasn't enough. He knew it was impossible to change the way he wanted to. Though he could change some things about himself he was limited. He would still be a teenager chasing after girls who thought little of him. Jason shook the thoughts from his head.
"Come on," he muttered, "it's time to forget all that."
He dragged the mouse over to the grass block icon and clicked once. That's when everything started happening. In a split second all the icons vanished off the screen- all except the minecraft one. Then the desktop started rapidly flashing. Jason's eyes widened. A virus, he thought. Jason started desperately shaking the mouse but to no avail. He looked around frantically, searching for an explanation. He left the volume off right. He couldn't have, as there was a loud scraping sound resonating from the speakers of the computer.
"What the hell?"
The sound he was hearing wasn't one he'd heard come out of his computer before. And frankly, it didn't sound good. Now even more irritated, he started shaking the laptop. The sound increased in volume, forcing him to cover his ears. His mom could've heard this from downstairs, but was not responding in anyway. By now, Jason was starting to get worried. He continued to clasp his hands over his ears. Once the range of the sound's volume reached its climax, everything went quiet. He looked up at the computer screen. It stopped flickering. He sighed.
"Thank god that's over," he said.
As if on cue, Jason was hit with immense pain, knocking him the ground. He landed with a thud not helping him at all. Now on the floor he started writhing. He grasped his sides which were in extreme agony. That pain spread throughout his entire body, increasing with intensity. He clenched his teeth tightly. It was unlike anything he ever felt in his entire life. It hurt so bad he couldn't bring himself to scream. All he could do was squirm. Every part of him screamed in agony but he could do nothing to fight it. What the hell was going on? The pain continued to intensify.
"Aaaagh!"
It felt like his body was being crushed.
"Make it stop, please!"
Jason got on all fours, and was finally able to see what was happening. Trying desperately to ignore the serious amount of pain, Jason watched in horror as both his hands changed shape, turning thinner and smaller.
"W- what's happening," he moaned.
He didn't expect an answer and something told him this wasn't going to be over anytime soon. He was undergoing a transformation. The sore boy staggered to his feet, using the chair as leverage. He then noticed his arms get smaller and shorter. He was speechless. What was happening to him. Even as his body continued to morph, he watched as the world around him started to deteriorate and flake off like data. He watched his whole room turn into a swirling vortex of discarded data. Now he knew something was certainly wrong. Even as this was happening, Jason's transformation continued, causing more stress. A sharp pain in his thighs was produced as the lower part of his body slightly expanded causing his jeans to grow tight. His already thin stomach shrunk as well. The only way to describe this pain was having your insides were rearranged. Though he refused to look he knew that his shoulders were being crushed closer into his body. All the while he continued to moan. But the torture still wasn't over. A great burning pain rose out of his chest, pushing forward. He couldn't understand it but refused to look. None of these feelings made any sense. He could feel hair growing out of his scalp and felt his face change shape. Even though he couldn't see it, he understood that he was changing. While the feeling in his chest pushed outward, a feeling in his crotch was the complete opposite.
"Don't tell me it's getting smaller," he pleaded.
Though with his entire body in agony and the ground below him falling away, the size of his manhood was the least of his problems. Sure he was concerned, but the world around him was being sucked into a void. He grabbed his crotch hoping it was still there. He felt nothing. He looked up in astonishment.
"Am I-"
Kzack! He jumped at the noise of lightning echoing through the void. Strange clouds started to form and burst with electricity. Jason witnessed the world around him become the eye of a storm. It was incomprehensible.
"What in the world-"
He brought a gloved to his face. Wait, gloved? He wasn't wearing gloves. He looked at his now small hands. They were now covered in dark green and brown gloves. He followed his arm down to his torso and noticed that the rest of his clothes were changing. The shirt on his back morphed into a light green hoodie which was now covering his head. His pants vanished leaving his legs bare. In turn his socks, now a dark shade of green, crawled their way up his legs ending mid-thigh. Even with this coverage, everything below his waist felt exposed. He looked up once again, eyes full of fear and watched as the clouds above him started to swirl. In turn, Jason started to uncontrollably shake with fear. Something bad was about to happen. And judging by the space around him, he had nowhere to run. Then a mere second later, lightning struck the platform he was on. The explosive impact sent him sprawling into the abyss.
"Whooooaahh!"
A now completely different Jason was falling into the void. His heart skipped a beat while being sucked into the vacuum. I'm gonna die, he thought, tears forming in his eyes. There was no telling whether there was a bottom or not. His mind started racing as he plummeted into the void. What was happening, where was he, would he survive, was this a dream? All these questions overwhelmed him. He probably wouldn't be getting an answer though. Air whistled by his ears. He knew he wouldn't survive this.
"Let's just get this over with."
He looked reluctantly at the air around him. He could still hear the nearby rumbling of the nearby storm. By the time he thought he might finally hit the ground, there was a blinding flash of light and a split second later everything went black.
Jason woke to the peaceful sound of birds chirping and leaves rustling. The sound of running water was able to be heard nearby. His eyes fluttered open and were met with blinding sunlight. He squinted in response before turning away. He looked left and right taking in his surroundings. All around him was a forest of oak trees. The grass he lay on was quite soft. From what he could tell it was noon. Though he continued to lie down despite what time it was. He felt sore for some reason. After a minute of lying down, he finally got up. What happened was just a dream, thank god. No way any of what he saw was real.
"Uh what happened. That was some crazy dream."
He subconsciously started stretching, slowly realizing something was off. But he shrugged off any idea that formed in his mind. He had other priorities- like finding out where the hell he was. There were no forests close to where he live. Besides, how long had he been out. His family must've been worried sick.
"Where am I," he asked.
He scanned his surroundings. Maybe he could find a town and ask for directions. Maybe get answers as to why someone brought him out here. To his dismay, he couldn't see anyone here. This whole place looked deserted. Even more confusing, there was no sign of the person who brought him here. Now he was more than suspicious.
"I wonder.."
Jason crossed his arms which produced a strange sensation in his chest. He looked down and nearly fainted. What he saw was astonishing. Were those- no it couldn't be. Jason unfolded his arms and placed his right hand on the strange growth, once again provoking the strange sensation. He never felt anything like it before. So soft, so strange. Then upon further examination, it appeared his whole body had undergone a complete transformation. He was certainly shorter, and he appeared to be more slender. His clothes consisted of what he saw in his "dream". He wore a light green hoodie and dark green gloves. The bottom portion of his body was less covered, save for a pair of dark green socks that went up to his thighs and a pair of strange underwear. These were unlike anything he wore before. They were left only slightly exposed beneath the rim of the hoodie. Wait that means-. He was reluctant to think of what all this meant. But he had to be sure. He slowly reached down and touched the area that was his crotch. After feeling the now flat area, his fears were confirmed. It wasn't there anymore. He shuddered.
"No," he whispered, "This can't be happening!"
He scrambled over the nearest pond and gazed at his reflection. He was left speechless by what he saw. Looking back at him was a beautiful orange haired girl around the age of fourteen, with a look of fear and confusion on her face. Covering her head was a hood with a creeper face on it. Realizing the girl looking back at him was truly him, he stumbled back and began hyperventilating. He sat down on the grass, trying to compose himself. Maybe he could figure this out some way. Being around the pond, he did not account for the wet grass. He winced as he felt the soaked greenery touch the bare part of his thighs. Dammit this felt exposing. He wrapped his arms around his legs.
"This can't be happening," he said.
He was shocked to hear his voice. It was different now. It was that of a girls. He immediately started thinking about why he changed and why he was here. He turned his head left and right, searching for an explanation. As usual, there was no sign of anyone. He was alone here. Even the sound of birds was fading away and he was left in silence.
"Where am I?"
After calming down he got up and dusted himself off.
"Maybe I'm still imagining things," he said. Though he doubted it.
He approached the pond once again and looked down. Sure enough there she was the strange girl. Jason was now transfixed by his reflection. There was something familiar about her. Something he couldn't put his finger on. He'd seen her somewhere. The mark on her hoodie screamed minecraft. But it didn't make sense. He put a hand to his face and felt it. The reflection did the same. His face felt smooth. Once realization hit him full on, he looked up his eyes now full of fear. As if turning into the opposite gender wasn't strange enough. This was impossible.
"I- I'm- I'm C-Cupa?"
What Happens now? I think I will continue this story. Hope some of you enjoyed. Please review. I would appreciate critique. And if you were weirded out I fully understand
