I wrote this on pure impulse, it's a little drabble I thought of while watching "Monsters vs Aliens" in Spanish class. Don't ask, my teacher is weird… By the way, I'm not really sure which genre this would fall under, so I'll just call it sci-fi, ok?
"No!"
House leaned against his desk, clutching his head in pain. He was alone in his office, the room spun around him. He flailed, flinging his cane through the air. It banged against the glass door with a loud CRACK!
Wilson looked up from his clipboard. What the hell?
He walked quickly down the hall towards the noise, looking for House's office. He saw House hunched over his desk, writhing in agony. Wilson ran into the room, a panicked expression on his face.
"House! What's going on?"
House turned away from Wilson, still clutching his head. With a wave of his hand, House muttered in a strained voice. "GET. OUT."
Wilson, ignoring House's demand, strode forward and put his hand on his friend's shoulder.
"Are you hallucinating again? Is it vicoden…?"
Wilson pulled House away from the desk and tried turning him around. House jerked away, facing the office wall. He put a hand on it to steady himself, and he looked to the floor. He whispered so quietly, Wilson had to strain to hear.
"It isn't vicoden, it wasn't ever vicoden…" He shook his head, and continued. "It was an anti-mutagen, it kept me from changing back…"
Suddenly, Wilson saw something poking out of the top of House's head. Is that…. an antenna…?
"But… it's becoming resistant to the drugs… I'm sorry Wilson, I have to go…"
House turned around. Wilson let out a sharp gasp. His friend's face had changed. His eyes were bigger, bug like…and his skin hardened, creating a shellike exoskeleton.
"Oh my god…" Wilson hissed, seeing House's features. "What the hell are you?"
"Now…" House muttered "I'm Dr. Cockroach…"
The End!
House is Dr. Cockroach? WHAT? Yeah, I went there.
Yeeeah, I know it was weird, it was just a random thought I had today. Sorry to creep you out!
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