Nothing more than a feral beast

by FubukiVolt

Ever since you first learned of their existence, you've been trying harder than ever to keep them at bay. Unfortunately, they won't let you get away that easily. ...But what if they were actually trying to make a point? Originally posted on Archive of Our Own 11/27/22, completed 3/30/23

2. Chapter 2

You wake up to the feeling of something on your face.

Grass? Concrete? Dirt?

Okay, definitely that last one.

And some fur.

The fur was always there after each time they took over, even if you somehow managed to force the transformation into a halfway point between you and them.

It always left after a few hours.

Pushing yourself up, you see that your clothes are back...for some reason.

You can see dried blood on your hands.

Was that your blood? Or someone else's?

How was it that you don't know where it came from?

Your eyes focus on a part of your hand.

It looked like there was a scar there, gradually healing.

It was a good thing Puyos could heal faster than normal.

So the blood was yours, after all.

Dear God.

Of course, you pretty much dodged a bullet.

If Kaiser ended up dying while they were in control, then you would die, too.

But if you died as yourself...

You really didn't want to die, but you really didn't want to die as Kaiser, either.

...Was that a Puyo?

A slime variant, too?

No.

You can't let your appetite kick in.

You can't, you shouldn't, hold it back, hold back your appetite, please—

You start to salivate at the sight of it.

No. Don't go any closer to it. No. No. Don't.

You can feel your teeth, sharper than normal, trying to keep your mouth shut as you start walking towards the vulnerable creature in front of her.

No. Don't move any more than you already have. Not one more goddamn step—

You lunge at it, sinking your teeth into its gelatinous body as it lets out a screech of pain.

You can taste its blood in your mouth already.

Why did it have to trigger your appetite?

It... It tastes so good...

Why? Why does it taste so god-forsakenly good?

You don't know how long you're in this frenzied, hungry state, but when you finally come to your senses, your prey was gone, the only evidence that it existed was its blood on your hands.

You want to feel sick.

Why is it that you only want to eat a Puyo when your appetite's triggered?

You're disgusted with yourself.

You're disgusted with Kaiser.

You hate Kaiser.

Nothing is going to make you believe otherwise.