(Dream Journal) The Werekiller
#8 of Dream Journal
A dream I had last night where I transformed into my headmate, ZackTheSerialKiller, with an urge to kill. The tingling sensation still fills my body even after being awake.
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(Title) The Werekiller
(Author) RachelTheFictionkin
(Date) Wednesday, May 5th, 2021
(Content Warning) TF/TG (Transformation/Female-To-Male), Irresistible Urge to Murder
Myself among an odd bunch were rehearsing our roles as individual enemies for a horror game. A simulation room brought us into a life-like representation of the game's atmosphere where we were tasked to kill the player's character. I represented a seducer who could cause the player to alter their body into whatever pose I did but I informed my instructor that I couldn't do it. That there was something in me that was transforming me into. I knew I was turning into the serial killer, Isaac Foster, commonly referred to as Zack. My frail body was shaking uncontrollably with fingers tingling and my anxious heart racing. I couldn't sit silently as if I was injected with adrenaline. My instructor demanded that I stayed, but I couldn't remedy it, I was turning and could not stop.
I rushed out the door of the classroom as I burst out laughing maniacally. My voice was different, more masculine but with a raspy undertone. I felt myself grow taller, a sinister shadow wrapped around me as it materialized into a brown hooded jacket with triangular decals and markings of blood over top. My legs and waist were covered in a crimson fabric and my feet plated with black military boots. My right hand gripped the base of a large scythe as I elevated it in the air in wicked glee.
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I went back into the room to disrupt the class session and promptly demanded that I would be let back into the game. I experienced an uncontrollable urge to kill the unexpected player ai. They were hiding in a closet. I rushed, clawing at the doors yelling at them that I would butcher them. I swung my scythe around laughing hysterically as I struck the wood barrier that housed the ai. No one tried restraining me. The other enemies just watched and their visible presence soon became a faded memory. I only thought about myself and my personal objective at this exact moment. To kill and keep killing what cowered before me and to never stop.