A/N: Oh man, I haven't posted on here in way over a year, have I? I completely forgot how this site even worked, to be honest. Anyways, I decided that I wanted to make a unique story, since I've gotten back into reading fanfiction again. So enjoy this quickly written, probably horrible story.

Also, thoughts are represented as 'thoughts', while actual speech is represented as "words". Hope that makes any sense.

I woke up. The world was a swirl of blinding lights, sounds, smells and everything else. I couldn't make any sense of anything around me, hardly staying conscious, and only barely making out my surroundings. It took me a minute to even open my eyes again, but i found it was a lot less blinding than I had origionally thought.

As the light faded a little bit, i finally figured out why everything had been so blinding when i first looked. I was under a fuckin' streetlamp in the middle of the night. I was quick to figure out that I was laying on hard, cold concrete, right on the curb next to a gas station. I couldn't figure out how to move any of my body, unfortunately, even my eyes. I was stuck staring right at a bright-as-hell streetlamp, doing nothing.

I felt something very, very odd just then. My ear twitched. I probably wouldn't have freaked out about this if i had the ability to more, or if the ear was on the part of my head I remembered it being on. As it was, it was on the top of my head, and I was in a complete panic attack. 'Whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuck' I thought, horribly confused by literally everything that was going on around me.

"Oh shit, they're moving!" I heard someone shout, as my ears went absolutely buck-wild. I gasped, feeling air rush into my lungs for the first time I could remember. I bolted up, completely accidentally, and I figured out that I finally able to move. Unfortunately, I moved just as someone tried to look over me and bashed their head with mine. I managed to sit up, gasping for air, blinking my eyes and still definitely having a panic attack. I could feel my heart racing in my chest, an uncomfortable sensation in its own right. I looked over to my right, right at what I could assume I had hit.

It looked like a fox, but human-ish? It was walking on two legs, wearing what looked to be pajama pants and a hoodie. It had very dark grey fur, nearly black, and a massive mess of pinkish purple hair coming down its back. I knew I had hit it because it was holding its muzzle as blood spurted out of its nose.

I stared, dumbfounded, and after a whole minute of watching it stumble in pain before I found my voice. "Uh, hello? A-are you hurt?"

It cursed a bit more, which i have discreetly been excluding from this retelling because of how bad its slurs were. It had what sounding like a male, human voice, but I truly couldn't tell wether it was a male or a female. "Shit, fuck that really hurt. Fffffucking rock-types and their hard heads. Mr. Pringle in a nutcracker that fuckin' hurt. Couldn't you have gotten up a little bit slower?"

I winced at that, mumbling apologies under my breath, and then something clicked in my head. "Wait, what did you mean, 'rock-types'?"

They gave me a strange look, even for a fox thing, as soon as they stopped clutching their muzzle. Their eyes were completely closed, which really didn't help on the whole determining gender thing. They said, "What do you mean, 'what do you mean'?"

I gave them an equally strange look back. "What's a rock-type?"

They stared at me, dumbfounded, and gave me an even stranger look back, if possible. "It's what you are. You're a lycanroc, aren't you?"

"I'm a what?", I mumbled, looking down at myself for the first time. I was wearing just a simple pair of jeans and a plain white t-shirt, and then I saw my arms. They were covered in a tan and white fur. I was absolutely dumbstruck, so I checked out the rest of my body. My legs had the same fur, ending in paw-like feet, and so did my chest. I reached up to feel my face, feeling more fur, my brand new swiveling ears, and a muzzle. I screamed, and promptly passed out.

"Oh, shit." I heard the fox-thing say, as everything turned to black.