THE THING ONE-SHOTS
Disclaimer: John Carpenter's THE THING is property of Universal.
001: It's Clobberin' Time!
As R.J. MacReady held the petri dish of blood in his hand, with the hot wire in the other, he looked at the expression of trepidation on Garry's face. "This is pure nonsense, MacReady. It's doesn't prove a thing," Garry said, knowing that the blood in the dish belonged to the man sitting right next to him. Fear began weaving itself throughout the man.
What if Palmer was an imitation? If so, and Palmer were found out, then what would Palmer do? Would he transform? What would Palmer do to the man sitting right next to him!? Garry was terrified at the possibility. Telling himself that Mac's test was inconclusive only provided him with a small bit of comfort.
"I thought you'd feel that way, Garry," Mac said knowingly. "You were the only one who could've gotten to that blood. We'll do you last," Mac said before plunging the wire into Palmer's blood. The blood rose up and shrieked liked a scared animal, causing MacReady to drop the dish on the floor in surprise. Garry's fear was confirmed as he leaned over towards Childs and looked at Palmer, who was now shuddering as the blood on the floor started racing back to him.
Palmer soon began to change. His skin began turning color, from flesh to orange. It started becoming rocky and hard, ripping through his clothes and tearing the rope as he grew in size, crushing the chair before standing up and raising two large fists. Palmer-Thing looked at MacReady and grinned. Windows, standing back out of Palmer's view, held his flamethrower tightly, his knuckles white with fear.
"Guess what Mac? It's clobberin' time!" Palmer-Thing yelled out with a grin. Mac's jaw dropped. "You gotta be fucking kidding!" And then Palmer-Thing punched him through the wall and into the hallway. "Ouch."
Fin
Author's Notes: Yup. I, uh... well I just really wanted to see something like this in fan fiction. I don't have any excuse.