Please take nothing of this seriously. It is late at night and I was coerced into this. Blame Mia (tumblr user nagisasama) and Alex (tumblr user turntechflowerqueen).
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It was a dark and dreary night out on the streets of Washington state. Rain poured in as was usual of the northern state, giving the atmosphere a more dank and sinister twist as the sun went down and moon began to illuminate the sky through cracks in the heavy clouds.
One innocent little shota was out walking the streets, having been out to restock the fridge on milk. It was absolutely essential as cereal in the morning could not happen without the milk. Thus his need to go out into the dangerous night.
John Egbert never knew what was coming for him.
If he had known... If he had known the horrors to come he might have elected to stay inside. Alas, the little uke had not the slightest inkling and continued down the road; umbrella clutched tightly to his chest and bag of milk hanging from his arm.
He had found a nice little shortcut through an empty alley when it struck him. The light of the moon pierced through the dense rain clouds and shined its heavenly light upon the hapless shota. He felt as though he were stuck by lightning when the beams fully bathed him, causing him to collapse to the ground in agonizing pain.
A force like any other was ripping through his body, changing his entire biological make-up. He could feel himself splitting in half, his hands growing twice the size of anything any human should ever have and his eyes growing wider and more kawaii by the second. The urge to submit to his seme and to dominate and uke was powerful within him. He was becoming the perfect uke and the perfect seme all in one. He would become to opposites into a monster of a whole.
He was becoming... a seke.
An unheard of creature that only belonged in myths, was now coming to life in a back alley in Washington.
He raised his half-masculine half-dainty jaws to the sky and howled to the yaoi gods above, thanking them for his new state of being.
Suddenly his howl was cut short as his nostrils picked up the scent of perfect prey. His eyes sparkled with the need for senpai to notice him and his fingers twitched with the want to encase said senpai in a seme embrace.
On the wind he could smell the smelly smell that was... smelly. Blonde, tall, and lanky. A pure-bonafide Texan Adonis that presented himself as the coolkid on the block. John sniffed harder. Ah, but underneath it all he was a major dork that rambled and was sensitive about his eyes.
Yes, perfect prey was this, sniff, Dave Strider.
John set forth for his vulnerable prey, grin stretching his manly lips around adorable buck teeth.
His umbrella and milk were left forgotten in the alley.