The night after being "cured"...
Butterscotch layed in his bed, trembling. He clutched his head in pain. "Stop..." He pleaded as his hunger grew. He felt his stomach growl in starvation. He could feel the tears stinging his closed eyes.
'Why? Why is this happening? I'm cured, Dusk Shine had cured me earlier so, why?' He asked himself, thirst cutting his thoughts short. "Eat." Something told him, the hunger maybe? "Go on little one, eat. Devour everyone till we are satisfied..."
"We?" He whimpered as he felt himself slipping, there was a chuckle. "Of course little butterfly," The hunger said raising it's volume. "There are many of us here. We are all hungry, staved even." Butterscotch trembling worsen as he felt his K-9's elongated and sharpened.
"W-Why me...Why n-now?" There was a tense silence. "We remember your stare, your beautiful blue eyes...Let's change them shall we?" The pinkette let out a pained gasp as his now red eyes went wide. "Now the ears..." They hissed as Butterscotch's ears stretched.
"NO!" He cried, pain erupting from his back. "A little butterfly should have wings, let's give the butterfly wings..." The barrier of kindness screamed, his back skin broke. Two huge webbed dull pink wings stretched themselves, blood dripped from them.
"...Please..." He sobbed. "...St...Op..." Finally Butterscotch lose conscious and they took over.