{"sf1_id":1714820,"sf2_id":null,"title":"(Dream Journal) The Werekiller","author":"RachelTheFictionkin","words":363,"posted_at":"2021-05-05T22:25:00.000Z","tags":["Angels of death","Chaotic","Dream","Dream Sharing","FTM","Headmate","Isaac Foster","Plurality","Rachelthefictionkin","Satsuriku no Tenshi","Sinister","Soulbond","Systemmate","Transformation","Zacktheserialkiller","crazy","dreaming","lunatic","maniac","psychopath","serial killer","sociopath","system","tftg"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1714820-dream-journal-the-werekiller","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/1714820","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=1714820\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#8 of Dream Journal\n\nA 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.\n\nPosted using PostyBirb","content":"(Title) The Werekiller  \n  \n(Author) RachelTheFictionkin  \n  \n(Date) Wednesday, May 5th, 2021  \n  \n(Content Warning) TF/TG (Transformation/Female-To-Male), Irresistible Urge to Murder  \n  \n  \nMyself 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.  \n  \n  \nI 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.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; ?  \n  \nI 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.  \n  \n\n"}