"Hey, Dr. P!" Ron greeted as he entered the Possible family's kitchen. His visits were so frequent that it was not unusual for him to enter through the back door without knocking.
"Ah! Ron, you're early today!" He was greeted by a red-haired lady, who had just served her twin sons a portion of pancakes. "Would you like to join us? You know there's always enough for you!"
"Um… Thank you very much, but no. Actually, I was just here to ask…" Ron started to formulate, only to be interrupted by his best friend's dad. "I'm sorry, Ronald, but Kim is still…unwell."
"Oh, rats... still no response?" Ron asked, disappointed. "Same with Rufus?"
A couple of days ago, Kim Possible, Ron's best friend, had taken part in a mission to defeat a trio of super-fast robots created by Dr. Drakken. To do so, she had used an experimental pair of sneakers that accelerated her speed, but being prototypes, she was left trapped in a state of unstoppable super-speed. The scientists had had to put her in quarantine to stabilize her molecular structure before she could return to her daily activities.
Everything would have been fine for Ron, who knew Kim had been through worse... But to his surprise, his naked mole rat Rufus had also worn a pair of those shoes, and now he was also in quarantine. Therefore, Ron found himself totally alone on summer vacation, with no one to talk to or spend time with.
Mr. Possible sat down at the table. "They tell us they're still running tests. We'd better not risk it, Ronald, but I'm sure they'll be back in a couple of days."
"Two more days without a sister? I think I'll get used to this" said Jim, one of the twins. "Mom, maybe Ron could be our 'sitter instead of Kim!"
"Hicka-bicka-boo?" replied Tim, the second twin.
"Hoo-sha!" they both exclaimed.
"No, kids…you guys have things to do. And I'm sure Ron does too, right honey?" asked Ann Possible.
"Yeah, well... I guess I could help my mum organize stuff around the house..." Ron said, disappointed. He seriously missed being able to spend time with Kim...
"Aah, don't worry Ron. You'll see that Kimmy will be back with us in no time." Mr. Possible reaffirmed, before taking a piece of bacon.
"Sure...thank you very much, Mr. P. Mrs. P. Uh... P twins" Ron said goodbye to the Possible family, and before long he was back on his bike.
"Damn... What do I do now? We were going to go with Kim to Buen Nacho, but... Going alone doesn't feel right." Ron wailed, as he rolled down the street towards his house. He really had nothing to do…and he had never realized how much he depended on Kim's schedule to plan hisown day. He now had all the time in the world, and nothing to do with it.
20 minutes later, Ron arrived at his house. After parking his bike in the garage, he ran into his own mother. "Hi Mom..."
"I'll guess, she's not back yet?" asked Mrs. Unstoppable. The disappointment on her son's face said it all. "Oh, don't worry, love. That way you can do other things while Kim gets back. For example, you could clean your room." She suggested her passive-aggressively.
"Mom! I told you I'll clean it up later!" Ron complained.
"There is no better time than the present, honey!" Her mother expressed to him. "Also, there's been several times now that you've avoid cleaning your room because, and I quote, 'It's urgent, I have to go on a mission with Kim.'
"Yes, mom... I'm coming..." answered a rather dejected Ron.
Walking into his room, Ron sighed in annoyance. There was a huge pile of clothes on his bed, empty soda cans on the floor, a half-eaten sandwich on his desk, several sheets of different schoolwork... Ron was not a dirty or disorganized person, but seeing all the pending stuff to do, he had a hard time picking one of them to start with.
"Argh... I'd rather be on a mission with Kim. But hey, what else do I have to do" he complained loudly. Resigning himself, Ron began emptying his clothes into the laundry hamper, separating shirts from pants and underpants, until suddenly he heard a clang impact on the floor.
At first he didn't recognize it, it was some kind of golden amulet attached to a broken chain. "Wait... what was this supposed to be?" He asked himself. He was about to go down to the kitchen to ask his mother, when he suddenly remembered where he had seen it...
~~A couple of months ago~~
Kim had met a new friend, Monique, while Ron and Rufus had gone to a wrestling match between King Pain and Steel Toe. Suddenly, the fight was interrupted by a huge 10 feet tall anthropomorphic jackal, who called himself "The Jackal" and who defeated the other two fighters with ease, using supernatural powers and unprecedented strength.
Kim had to attend the fight to help Ron defeat this evil character, who was actually Jackie Oaks, a fight promoter who used an amulet to gain the powers of the god Anubis. However, thanks to Rufus, they managed to break the talisman's necklace, depowering him just in time.
"Okay, mission accomplished." Kim exclaimed. "Sorry again, Ron. I would have come with you to this wrestling thing..."
"Naah, it's all good, K.P. We're not always going to like the same things." Ron assured him. "Actually, if there's ever a band of cute boys and you want to go to the concert... maybe I'll consider going with you."
"Mhhm." Rufus nodded from over his shoulder.
"Excuse me, Ms. Possible. We recovered the amulet Jackie Oaks was wearing. We think you could take care of this." A security guard talked to Kim, giving her the amulet.
Kim received it, only to find that the necklace was broken. "Uh oh… I think the Cleopatra exhibit curators won't like this." Kim commented, with some anguish on her face. "I think…I should call in a couple of favors to repair it before I send it to the museum."
"Come on, Kim…I don't think they'll charge us. Rufus did what he had to do." Ron defended his pet mole rat. "How much can it cost to repair it? 10, 15 dollars?"
"For a chain like that...about 20,000, given how old it is." Kim replied, scaring Ron away. "Luckily, I know someone who owes me a favor and could make amends. Although..." Kim began to hesitate, turning to Ron. "I kind of stood Monique up at the cafe. Do you think you can take the amulet while I hang out with Monique for a while?"
"Uh...Sure, Kim! I'll take care of it!" Ron took the amulet from Kim's hands, and placed it in one of his cargo pants pockets. "You can trust me to deliver this. Sure, I may first go fot a Naco to Buen Nacho, but I'm sure I won't forget to deliver it. Really, I swear."
~~Currently~~
"Ooh, no…Kim is going to be mad at me!" Ron admitted in a concerned manner. "I only had one task to do, and I messed it up..."
Ron examined the golden amulet, which glowed dimly under the spotlight in his room. "Okay, I think I could fix it myself. I just need some glue, and maybe see what it looked like before..." Ron immediately went to the computer to find photos of the amulet in the museum. All he found was a note about Jackie Oaks's arrest, and the ancient scroll that had been found in his dressing room.
Ron remembered it as if he had been yesterday, suddenly walking into the room to find Jackie transforming into that huge beast. As he held the amulet, Ron remembered the old spell Jackie had recited that night. "Anubis, protector of the tomb... Your time is now, the time of doom!," He recited aloud, mocking that memory. Inadvertently, by having the amulet in his hands, Ron had also managed to perform the same ritual...
Before Ron could stop it, the amulet came to life and made its way towards his chest, encircling his neck and miraculously repairing himself. Ron's eyes began to glow, as a strange mystical mist surrounded his body. "No, what? Wait... I don't..."
But it was too late, the spell had been activated, and Ron felt how his body changed shape and became more powerful. Ron remembered the time he used a HenchCo ring to make himself big and muscular, only now his body was getting hairier as well, at the same time his head changed shape and became that of an Egyptian jackal, with a long snout full of sharp teeth and pointed canine ears.
"This...is...a...mistake...!" Ron growled under his breath. He felt how the power of the Jackal god ran through his entire body, while his height increased more and more, and his hands and feet turned into canine paws with sharp black claws. Due to the amulet's magic, his clothing grew along with him, his pants and shirt stretching and increasing in size to accommodate his new body mass, while his sneakers expanded and accommodated the pair of enormous canine paws inside.
"Oh no..." Ron exclaimed, surprised at how deep and wicked his voice sounded. "No no no no no!" he screamed desperately, after looking among his things for a hand mirror that his mother had given him to look for pimples and clogged pores. But one grain was the least of his problems: he had now been transformed into a huge anthropomorphic jackal, whose eyes glowed a mystical golden color.
"This can't be happening!" Ron groaned. Not being used to his new body, the huge teenage jackal tripped over the various things that were scattered around his room, slipping on an empty pizza box and impacting on a shelf, causing everything to fall to the floor and causing a disaster.
"Ron? What are you doing up there?" asked his mother. Ron was still quite upset, but as his ears twitched at the sound of his mother's shoes on the hardwood floor, he knew she was coming.
"Damn, damn!" Ron mumbled, trying to put the shelf in its place, accidentally breaking it with the sheer force of his hands. Ron knew there was no time to hide or make amends...
After a few agonizing seconds, Ron's mom walked into his room. "Honey, if I were to know that you would make such a mess..." But she could never finish her sentence, immediately startled by the huge jackal monster in front of her... "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" She let out a loud scream, which was unfortunately amplified by the Jackal's ears.
"Mom, wait, calm down, I can explain..." Ron started to apologize, but his mom was more pragmatic. She immediately grabbed a few trinkets and hurled them at the huge jackal. "Ow... Ouch... Ah! Enough!" He complained, even though the objects didn't hurt him, he had to constantly dodge them.
"Get out of here, monster! What have you done to my little Ron?" she asked furiously, not giving the monster a chance to reply in the slightest. "Ron, stay calm, your mother will be fine! Go find help!"
"No... stop... Enough!" Ron groaned, trying to push aside all the CDs and pens that were hitting him. "Stop... I have to explain... please..." Suddenly the jackal got upset and lost his temper, feeling a strange impulse of anger take over him, making him feel authoritarian. "SHUT UP, MOM, LET ME EXPLAIN!"
Immediately, Mrs. Stoppable fell silent at the order. She was no longer yelling or resisting…rather it seemed as if she had suddenly decided to obey without question. Ron tilted his head, unsure of what had just happened. "Wow...Mom, are you...okay with all of this?" He asked her, though he didn't get a clear answer. It was as if she found herself in some kind of sudden trance...
"Uh, mom?... Touch the tip of the nose with your index finger." Ron ordered, with an authoritative tone he never thought he had. His mom just raised her hand and did as she was told. "Now... Hop on one foot!" He ordered next, only to see her mom hopping on one foot, still holding her nose.
Ron was silent for a few seconds. Was he dreaming? "Listen, mortal, I mean, Mom... I'm ordering you to act like none of this is weird or out of place," Ron commanded, hoping it would all work out. Ron's mum froze in place, blinking slowly, and then suddenly snapped back to normal.
"...I'd rather have told you that I'd clean up myself. Can you please be more careful?" She continued the previous sentence of hers, as if nothing had happened. "If you find any clothes that don't fit anymore, take them to the garage, I'll take them to Goodwill next weekend.",
Ron nodded, feeling weird that he was over a few feet taller than his own mother. "I know you're a growing jackal, honey. Later we'll go to the mall to buy you some new clothes," she promised him, before leaving and closing the door.
Ron stood there motionless, before looking down at his huge fur-covered jackal paws. This wasn't a dream... it was really happening. "I did that... I gave my mom an order... and she obeyed!" Even he knew how ridiculous it was to say it out loud... But his mother believed and acted as if he had been a jackal all his life, right after calling him a monster and screaming in terror. Had he accidentally brainwashed her in just a few seconds?
First things first, Ron went straight to the full length mirror hung behind the door of his bedroom, where he could barely see his whole body due to his new frame. Seeing his muscular body and the Jackal's glowing eyes, Ron immediately recalled Jackie Oaks using the power of the amulet, the only difference being the silly gesture he was making and the clothes he was wearing.
Now that he had time to appreciate his new shape, Ron realized that he felt good... Better than ever before in his life. His body was energized and powerful, and in his head was a feeling of arrogance and superiority that he had not experienced before. As he opened and closed his huge hand, he felt the enormous divine power he now controlled coursing through his veins, and grabbing the huge red T-shirt by the edges, Ron ripped it from his body, exposing his furry, muscular chest, admiring his powerful biceps and showing off his abs of steel.
Ron now understood why Jackie had lost control that night: The feeling of limitless power under his control was intoxicating, and it was too easy to get carried away. After all, now no one could stop him, he truly was a god surrounded by mortals, superior in all aspects... "Now, the world will know the terrifying power of... THE JACKAL!" Ron exclaimed, imitating Jackie at that moment, with a terrifying grin on his jackal face and raising both massive arms triumphantly. Even he was amazed by how demonic and manly his voice sounded now.
"I wonder what else these powers will do..." The teen jackal said out loud, though being a deity he already knew the answer. He reached out with both arms, using his telekinetic powers to control all the objects within his room, and with a gesture, he ordered the garbage to go into the trash can, his clothes to fold and separate, and his bed to be made up on its own. As if they were living beings, they all obeyed the jackal god's commands, leaving his room clean and tidy in a matter of seconds.
"That's much better," Ron declared, though he had to admit that the room was no match for an Egyptian god of his stature. Maybe he should commission his servants to get gold and cotton decorations... Ron immediately shook his head at the thought. Servants? That had been weird, besides having called his own mother "mortal" a few minutes ago... He wasn't an actual Egyptian god! He was just a clumsy teenager who had forgotten to return a powerful Egyptian amulet to its rightful owner.
"Well, I guess I should go back to normal... I'm sure Kim wouldn't like this..." Ron finally declared, reaching for the amulet to remove it with his huge hand... But he stopped himself before he could do it. He didn't have to take it off right now, did he? Using it for a few more minutes wouldn't matter to Kim. "What the hell! Let's have some fun first!" he exclaimed.
He reached out for his red shirt on the floor, which magically covered his huge body and repaired itself, before heading for the window and opening it wide, jumping to the floor and landing unhurt on his front lawn. "Booyah!" he yelled excitedly, as he took off at full speed, the enormous size of him making the floor rumble with each step. From the kitchen, Mrs. Stoppable watched the huge jackal son of hers departing. "Oh, they grow up so fast..."
~15 minutes later, at a car junkyard~
"So... I can do whatever I want in there? Isn't there anyone left inside?" Ron asked the junkyard's owner. It didn't take him long to find a place large enough and uninhabited to use his powers undisturbed.
"Of course, no problem! All the employees have left the place as you ordered." The salvage yard manager answered him, his dizzy look indicating that he was under a trance, while he handed over the keys to the gate to the huge jackal. "It's the least I can do for a being as magnificent and strong as you. Let me know if you need anything, er..."
"Sure, my name. I'm Ron Sto..." he started to say, but decided to change his answer at the last minute, using the wrestling name of Jackie Oaks. "That is to say... I am The Jackal!" he declared, flexing his muscles.
"Of course, Mr. Jackal" replied the manager, bowing, admiring the powerful being in front of him before leaving.
Now Ron found himself alone in front of a huge maze of used and rusty cars. Ron remembered that night, when Jackie as "The Jackal" unleashed a pandemonium with different kinds of supernatural powers. He would never have guessed that he would be on the other side of the jackal's snout... And now he had free reign to explore the range of his powers.
"Okay, let's see..." Ron said, rubbing his hands together. His entire body began to glow, and immediately he began to grow 10 feet in height. If he was big before, now he was a complete jackal mastodon. With his huge hands, Ron grabbed a car and lifted it up with one hand. Ron wasn't surprised, despite the fact that he was lifting a one-and-a-half-ton vehicle as if he were carrying just a sack of rice.
After that, he placed both hands on the vehicle, lifted it up, and tore it in two with minimal effort. "Hehe...it's like cracking a peanut!" the jackal teen said. After that, he made a fist and slammed the nearest car flat on the ground, then with a third compacted it into a steel ball that clattered to the ground.
"That gives me an idea..." Ron chuckled, taking three cars to compact them in the same way. Using his telekinetic powers, Ron began to juggle the compacted car's wreckage into the air. He didn't even have to exert himself, just throw the compacted blocks into the air using only a simple thought.
"Too easy... what else can I do?" Seeing a sign about recycling in the distance, Ron focused energy into his eyes and launched a powerful laser attack, leaving a large burn in the middle of it. With his hands he threw fireballs into a pile of tires, causing them to char in seconds, and from there he threw more fireballs around, burning cars at random. "Hahahaha... It's better than going to the county fair!" he admitted.
When it got to the point where he was surrounded by flames, Ron put his palms together. and suddenly separated them, forming a whirlwind that doused the flames around them, also sending trash and pieces of sheet metal from cars flying in all directions. "It's...unbelievable," Ron declared, stunned. He felt that he could do and say whatever he wanted... "I control fire, I command the air! I rule over life and death... I govern existence on this planet!"
After saying this, Ron stayed quiet. He hadn't meant to say something like that... But the words suddenly popped into his mind, and he had to admit that it had felt too good to say it out loud. As if he was telling a universal truth that all mortals should know. Like when Brad and the other athletes yelled to everyone that they were the best and they were going to beat the other team.
"Speaking of Brad, I wonder what he and his team would say if they saw me now." Ron said, as he flexed his massive biceps. "I'm in the mood for someone to praise me and bow down to me. Surely I could convince them to become my personal servants and… Enough, enough!" Ron shook his jackal head. There they were again, those strange thoughts of superiority and arrogance. He wasn't doing it on purpose, besides, he had always been a jackal god. How could he know what mortals say or do?
Ron at first resisted the tought. He was not a god! he was a human! A mortal! But then he looked at himself, appreciating his massive muscles, his fierce face, his intimidating gaze... He certainly was the manliest creature amongst men, the most powerful, the mightyest... And the more he looked at his reflection, his thoughts became lustful, lost in the pleasure of being such a magnificent godly jackal.
Ron began to hyperventilate, his canine tongue dangling from his muzzle as he panted. The divine powers of the jackal god were not only affecting his personality, they were also beginning to change and corrupt his memories. He was now beginning to doubt that he had ever been a human... After all, he had always been a jackal god, since the beginning of time. Ron Stoppable was just the human identity he used to interact with mortals.
Nothing mattered anymore in his head, not school, not Rufus, not Kim Possible... He was, and had always been, an almighty god, he didn't need anything or anyone else! Roaring loudly, the jackal's clothing changed from modern attire, to the sacred garment of the gods, with a modest Kilt and golden bands on arms and legs, the amulet shining on his chest on top of a black collar.
"I am The Jackal... I am the alpha and the omega! Everyone must obey me! Mwahahahahahahaha!" He declared , roaring into the sky, which was covered in storm clouds at the announcement of his arrival.
~~The following Monday~~
"Ron!" Kim Possible yelled, finally coming back from the lab, happy to return to her daily life.
"Oh Kim!" Ron ran over to greet her, wearing his usual clothes. They both hugged briefly. "Wait... aren't you temporarily displaced anymore or something?"
"No, not at all! The scientists did a very good job getting me back to normal. And look, here's Rufus!" Kim pointed happily as she displayed the naked mole rat on her shoulder.
"Booyah!" Ron took the pet from her to put it back on his own head. "Nice to see you, little friend."
"Well, Ron? Did anything interesting happen in Middleton while I was gone?" Kim asked
"Naaah... same as always. Although now that you're back, we can go celebrate at Bueno Nacho!" Ron exclaimed.
"Uh…Ron, I don't know…do you really want to go to that greasy restaurant?" Kim questioned, only to see Ron's offended face for a few seconds. "Just kidding, just kidding. Let me go for a hair tie, ok?"
"Sure, Kim. Take your time!" Ron told her, as he sat down on the couch.
Rufus, glad to be reunited with his friend, ran around his body like he used to do... Until he suddenly noticed the golden amulet tucked under his shirt. Rufus immediately recognized the Anubis amulet back from that night, when...
"You won't tell Kim Possible, you tiny mole rat. You never saw the amulet, and you won't see it again." Ron ordered, his eyes shining mysteriously, and his voice becoming downright demonic. Rufus froze in place, before shaking his head and continuing as if nothing had happened.
"Ready. Shall we go?" Kim returned, wearing the garter in her hair.
"Of course!" Ron celebrated with anticipation. "There's a lot we need to talk about..."