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Just messin' around. I've got all these stories I've been working on for months, and what do I do? I sit down and write a meaningless quickie!
This is a fictional story with fictional versions of real people. If you don't know who they are, here's the video that inspired me:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zqHfser_9_s
This is also a very silly story and I am silly to have written it.
Raging Bear
By Roachqueen
***
1980 had been a very good year, but it was hard work trying to make 1982 better. The drugs made it impossible to sleep, so even after they'd stopped working on the script for the night, Marty and Bobby were still very much awake. They went out and partied a bit, or perhaps a lot, but it was difficult for either to tell the difference. Life was crazy making films, yet not so crazy that they could forget everything all the time.
Marty was driving Bob home when he remembered that he'd told his mother that he'd bring a concrete urn to her house that one of his cousins had brought to his house after one of their other elderly cousins had died. He said he'd plant some flowers in it, and he had, but he had meant to bring it to her today because he knew Bobby would be around. The concrete urn was way to heavy for a short, lanky guy like himself, but his friend was much more muscular, and proud of it enough to agree to help carry it without hesitation. It was a strain even for him, but it wasn't too much to handle. They took it from Marty's house and drove it to his parents' house some miles away.
He told Bob to put it on the back porch, and unlocked and opened the doors for him. The back yard was enclosed, but he only had a key to the front door. After the deed was done, Marty got out two wine glasses and took a bottle with yellow white wine inside from a rack in the kitchen and proceeded to pour it.
"For your trouble, I'll give you some of my dad's favorite wine. He got it at someone's estate sale, and took a chance on it. It's really remarkable stuff."
Bobby smiled. "You know I've drank all over the world, so I'll be the judge of that."
"You'll like this stuff, even if you don't love it, you will at least like it. It comes from South America and the vineyard it was grown on is fertilized by a mix of dead flowers and coca leaves and the ground itself has remnants ancient funerary ashes in it, so they say. It's not in the wine, but it changes its taste and, so the bottle says, it'll heighten the powers of your mind.
"That's a pretty hefty claim!" Bobby smiled as he took a drink, and after he had in his mouth, he became stony-faced as his tongue inspected it. "Hmmm..." He swallowed. "It does have a unique taste. You're right, I like it, but it's not my favorite."
"I thought so."
They continued to talk, and when they finished, Marty asked Bob if he'd like another.
"Absolutely." He handed him his glass.
Marty looked at him as he poured. "I've had enough myself, so... Well, Bob, everyone makes a big deal of how you gained the weight, but not about how you lost it so fast, you know?"
"I did it the same way I got it. Mind over matter, you know? I acted like I was a fat, washed-up boxer and I became one. Then I acted like me and became me again. It took a while, but it was that simple."
"That simple, huh? You're really that much of an actor?"
"Yeah, maybe I am. If you made a movie about a bear and cast me as the bear, I'd have to actually become a bear, you know, eating salmon out of the river and everything."
Marty laughed. "I'd like to see that! I'd start production on a bear movie just to see you do that!"
Bobby smirked. "You don't think I could? Let's try it. Say we're going to do a scene where I play a bear, and then I'll be one."
Marty smiled. "Oh, will you?"
"Yeah, I think so. I've never tried to be a bear before, but if you ask me to, I think I can do it. Really, set up a scene for me and I'll do it."
"What kind of a story does a bear live?"
"You tell me. You're the director, here."
It was a silly challenge he was happy to step up to. "All right..." He got up, and so did Bob. "You're a bear. You're in someone's house, suddenly. You don't know how you got here. And you're hungry and tired."
"What kind of bear? There are lots of different kinds of bears."
Without hesitation he chose, "A Grizzly. It's the quintessential American Bear. An adult, male, big bear. Is that enough?"
Bob lowered his head. "Okay. Bear... confused... hungry... tired..." He was silent for almost a minute.
"Uh, you got it yet?"
"Grrrr..." He growled quietly, bent forwards and got down on all fours.
Marty smiled and crossed his arms. "You don't look like a bear yet." The smiled weakened and disappeared as a few moments passed. Something seemed strange about Bob. He stared at him trying to figure out what it was, and his hair caught his eye. Bobby's dark, thick, hair was becoming lighter before his eyes. At first he thought it was reflection from a lamp, but as he moved, he could see that the direction of the light had nothing to do with it. The hair, which was longish and already had some shag to it, became softer in appearance as well.
"Bob... Bobby," He breathed. It seemed to travel down the back of his neck. "It's-- you're doing it?" He fur spread further, down his arms and down his back. His clothes seemed to get tighter, but it wasn't just the fur taking up space. The structure of his body also seemed to change, and Bob seemed to expand with dull, quiet, popping noises, as when one is doing stretches after a long period of inactivity.
The addition of these strange sounds was startling. Marty rubbed his eyes. "What was in my coke? Did someone lace my coke? I always buy the best." He saw the fur envelop Bob's fingers and they seemed to disappear and re-emerge beyond the hairs as thin, shiny, bones. For a moment Marty thought his fingers had been stripped of their flesh, but a moment later he realized he was looking at claws. "Bob? Oh hell." He watched as his feet squeezed themselves out of his shoes and shredded his socks as they too became bear's feet.
Bobby grew larger still, and his clothes began to rip, but not enough to free him. He lifted his neck and stretched back, tearing his own shirt off with the mass and might of his changing shoulder blades. His friend gasped as he saw his face. It was framed by mutton chops of the fur that was on the rest of his body, and was itself covered in short hairs. His mouth was forced slightly open by the elongating canines inside. His nose darkened and seemed to move forwards, taking the rest of his face with it, making more popping noises as it went. He blinked a few time, and his eyes became dark animal's eyes. In a few moments, it was as if Bobby had disappeared right in front of him.
He continued to gain mass, and his neck got longer and thicker. By now he was obviously no longer a man crouching, but a bear standing up on all fours. Things were quiet for a minute as Marty just stared at him, mouth agape. The bear looked around the room, and emitted a low growl of obvious discontentment.
"Y-you did it, Bobby. You really did it." Nervousness tightened all his muscles, and even without thinking, his feet inched him towards the back door. "Are you all right? Are you still... you?"
The bear looked at him, growled, and bore its teeth.
"You don't know me?" It swatted at him. "Yiiiii!" Marty didn't get hit, but he flew backwards into the kitchen and to the back door. He opened it, and went just outside of it. He couldn't have a bear in his parents' house. It seemed to take up half the kitchen.
"Come on, get out here!" The bear followed, and squeezed itself sideways through the door, Marty jumping backwards from the roofless porch and to the lawn as it advanced. It followed him still, and he put up his hands in a defensive position. "Okay. So you're a bear. I get it. Very nice. Now--"
Suddenly the bear's gaze was broken and he stopped to sniff the air. A moment later it walked away from him and found a basket of apples sitting on a metal lawn furniture table. Marty took his opportunity, dashed into the house, and shut the door. He sighed. "That's right, you're hungry. I said you were hungry."
He heard his mother come downstairs. "Marty? Is that you?"
"Y-yes, mom."
"Your father and I were woken up by something."
He went over to meet her at the bottom of the stairs. "I came by to drop off the flower urn with Bob-- I forgot to bring it today. We drank some of Dad's wine too, you know, to thank him, and then, uh... uh..."
"That's all right. But what's all this noise?"
"There's a bear in the back yard, ma."
"What? Really?"
"Yes. He's eating all your apples right now."
"He is? I just picked them today." She rushed into the kitchen and saw the bear outside, eating the apples as he had said. "My goodness! It's so big! I never thought I'd see a bear in the wild, let alone one in my backyard, eating my apples. Remarkable!"
"Yeah, well, the really remarkable thing is... That's not a bear. That's the world's greatest actor out there, ma!"
That's silly, dear," she said soothingly, as if he were telling her about a nightmare. "Bears can't act."
Marty's eyes widened and his face slackened as the realization hit him. "Bears... can't... act," he quietly parroted. He added together meaning of the fact aloud. "So... if he used acting to become a bear... and he's a bear now... that means he by definition can no longer act... and so he can never... become human again." He was silent for a moment as he watched the bear eat the apples, its fur quivering as he smashed them with his brutish jaws. "Oh Bobby! I'm sorry!" he woefully exclaimed.
"Sorry about what?"
"I never knew he could do this. Bobby's fallen into character and he can't get up, Ma. He said he was such a great actor that he could become a bear, and he tried and he did."
She knew her son could sometimes make up strange stories if he got over-excited and over-worked, and just played along. "Bobby's always welcome in our home, but he can't stay here if he's a bear."
"I know, but what can I do with him? He's my friend." He watched him again. The bear, having already finished off the apples, lumbered towards an open aluminum shed. He pushed the riding lawn mover inside over, and laid down where it was.
"That bear's making my shed into a den, Marty. I'm calling the game commission." She turned to go to the phone, but he quickly took her hand.
"No, no, ma. They're gonna pump him full of tranquillizers and drop him out in the middle of woods somewhere."
"Well, that's where bears belong, dear."
"Yes, but he's not an animal, he's a man!" He threw his hands up and went to the door. "I-I've gotta talk to him again. I've got to try to snap him out of it one more time."
"Hold on now, he's dangerous!"
"I don't care. I've got to do something. The game commission won't treat him like a person. I need to try and help him; no one else can."
She frowned with disapproval. "So, you're not going to try and fight him?"
"No, of course not. I don't wanna hurt him."
"Well, I guess there's no stopping you. At least take something with you." She opened a closet in the kitchen and got out a broom. "Maybe you can use this to give him something to bite on?"
He took it from her. "Thanks, ma." He went to the door and opened it. "Wish me luck."
"Of course."
Once outside, he crept towards the beast in the shed. Its heavy breathing was so loud that he could faintly feel the vibration in his feet. He got closer, and noticed that he wasn't being noticed. Soon he was standing less than a yard from bear. His inhaler was still in his car, but it was too late for that now.
His arms fell to his sides. "Asleep," he said with exasperated disappointment. "You're asleep, Bob, and it doesn't change a thing. You really did it. You're stuck like this." He sighed, and watched the big brown mass of fur move up and down with each breath. "What am I going to tell everyone? What will I say when they as me what happened to you? No one's going to believe it. You're going to be taken to the woods somewhere and probably get shot or something." He thought about it and shuddered a little. He poked the bear's side with the bristled end of the broom. "Get up. Think about it. You don't want to be a bear in the woods!"
The bear shifted to one side and rolled onto its four feet with a growl. Marty jumped back. "Bobby, please. Please, Bobby. Try. Try!" It roared, and soon Marty was again running backwards to the house. The bear stood on its hind legs and roared at him when he got on the porch.
"Aaaah! Maaaaaa!" he cried out. "Don't open the door, he'll get inside!"
"Just tell him to stop!" she yelled back.
"What?!" He exclaimed. "What? How do I--" He thought of something. "CUUUUTT!!!!! That is IT, that is a WRAP, let's GO HOME!"
Even he was astonished when the bear fell on all fours and just looked at him.
"Look," he went on, pointing towards the lightening eastern portion of the sky, "We've lost our light!"
The bear lowered its head, and seemed to shrink. The change was happening opposite of how it had begun. He shrunk, his whole body snapping like a piece of ice dropped in hot water. "Ma... go get his clothes. Or whatever's left of them."
A more human bone structure was soon visible under the fur, and his breathing became less deep and penetrating, and his nose receded back into his head and his neck nearer to his shoulders. "Grrrr--ahhh-hhaaaa..." The disappearing hairs revealed familiar muscle tone, and by the time his hair turned dark again, he was fully human, albeit unclothed.
"Bob?"
He lifted his head. His face was quite pale and slack, with an expression of thunderstruck confusion.
"Bobby?"
When he saw Marty, he blinked, and grinned broadly, changing the color of his face from white to pink. He laughed. "I did it, didn't I? I think I did it. Was I a bear, or what?"
Marty was overjoyed yet exasperated. "Wh-what? You don't remember? You were the bear, so you tell me!"
"How can I? Bears don't remember stuff the way people do, so I don't remember what I did, now. What did I do, anyway?"
"What did you do? What did you do? You scared the shit out of me, that's what!" He knelt down and hugged him. "You almost gave me an asthma attack!"
Bob got up on his knees and hugged him back. "I'm sorry, Marty. It was a surprise. But we'll know what to do next time."
"'Next time'?!"
"Well, yeah. Now that I know I can do it, I'm going to keep on doing it. It's the ultimate form of character expression. To actually become something."
Marty got up. "Oh no! No no no no no. I think the wine had something to do with it, and I'm going to tell my dad to throw that stuff out!"
"C'mon, it was fun, right?"
"Maybe for you it was--"
"Marty, I found his clothes. They're a mess, but I think he can wear them." She acted like it was entirely normal that a bear had just turned into her son's friend. He stood between the two of them, shielding his naked body from her eyes.
He took them from her. "Thanks, ma. Just go back to bed and tell dad everything's all right. I think we'll be leaving now."
"Sure, dear." She smiled and went back into the house.
"Phew. I think she thinks this is a dream. And maybe it is." He gave him the clothes, and he got to his feet and started to put them on. "Bob, seriously, if you can really do it on your own, please don't do it again. Besides, it is cheating. It's more like a magic trick than proper acting. Promise me you won't do it."
Bobby was negotiating how to wear his stripped slacks, tying some of the strips together so that the hung on him. "Oh, well, if you put it that way, sure. Acting shouldn't be a spectacle; it's an art. You know that's how I really feel about it, no matter what anyone says. Of course I won't do it again." He put on his ragged shirt, and pushed back his dark hair. "I think these will work all right until I get home. But how I am going to explain how my clothes got ripped up if anyone notices."
"You were attacked by a pack of fan-girls."
"Sounds like an idea for our next movie."
Marty smiled. "Heh, yeah. We'll put it right at the start of the movie, but you'll be in the throng instead, of course. Let's talk about it more tomorrow."
"Sure."
Marty drove him home, and then went home himself. The next day, it had been nothing but a dream, and they assumed that, because becoming a bear was impossible, they must've had a fight or done something ridiculous and forgotten about it. However, they both resolved to stay off drugs... for just a little while.
This is a fictional story with fictional versions of real people. If you don't know who they are, here's the video that inspired me:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zqHfser_9_s
This is also a very silly story and I am silly to have written it.
Raging Bear
By Roachqueen
***
1980 had been a very good year, but it was hard work trying to make 1982 better. The drugs made it impossible to sleep, so even after they'd stopped working on the script for the night, Marty and Bobby were still very much awake. They went out and partied a bit, or perhaps a lot, but it was difficult for either to tell the difference. Life was crazy making films, yet not so crazy that they could forget everything all the time.
Marty was driving Bob home when he remembered that he'd told his mother that he'd bring a concrete urn to her house that one of his cousins had brought to his house after one of their other elderly cousins had died. He said he'd plant some flowers in it, and he had, but he had meant to bring it to her today because he knew Bobby would be around. The concrete urn was way to heavy for a short, lanky guy like himself, but his friend was much more muscular, and proud of it enough to agree to help carry it without hesitation. It was a strain even for him, but it wasn't too much to handle. They took it from Marty's house and drove it to his parents' house some miles away.
He told Bob to put it on the back porch, and unlocked and opened the doors for him. The back yard was enclosed, but he only had a key to the front door. After the deed was done, Marty got out two wine glasses and took a bottle with yellow white wine inside from a rack in the kitchen and proceeded to pour it.
"For your trouble, I'll give you some of my dad's favorite wine. He got it at someone's estate sale, and took a chance on it. It's really remarkable stuff."
Bobby smiled. "You know I've drank all over the world, so I'll be the judge of that."
"You'll like this stuff, even if you don't love it, you will at least like it. It comes from South America and the vineyard it was grown on is fertilized by a mix of dead flowers and coca leaves and the ground itself has remnants ancient funerary ashes in it, so they say. It's not in the wine, but it changes its taste and, so the bottle says, it'll heighten the powers of your mind.
"That's a pretty hefty claim!" Bobby smiled as he took a drink, and after he had in his mouth, he became stony-faced as his tongue inspected it. "Hmmm..." He swallowed. "It does have a unique taste. You're right, I like it, but it's not my favorite."
"I thought so."
They continued to talk, and when they finished, Marty asked Bob if he'd like another.
"Absolutely." He handed him his glass.
Marty looked at him as he poured. "I've had enough myself, so... Well, Bob, everyone makes a big deal of how you gained the weight, but not about how you lost it so fast, you know?"
"I did it the same way I got it. Mind over matter, you know? I acted like I was a fat, washed-up boxer and I became one. Then I acted like me and became me again. It took a while, but it was that simple."
"That simple, huh? You're really that much of an actor?"
"Yeah, maybe I am. If you made a movie about a bear and cast me as the bear, I'd have to actually become a bear, you know, eating salmon out of the river and everything."
Marty laughed. "I'd like to see that! I'd start production on a bear movie just to see you do that!"
Bobby smirked. "You don't think I could? Let's try it. Say we're going to do a scene where I play a bear, and then I'll be one."
Marty smiled. "Oh, will you?"
"Yeah, I think so. I've never tried to be a bear before, but if you ask me to, I think I can do it. Really, set up a scene for me and I'll do it."
"What kind of a story does a bear live?"
"You tell me. You're the director, here."
It was a silly challenge he was happy to step up to. "All right..." He got up, and so did Bob. "You're a bear. You're in someone's house, suddenly. You don't know how you got here. And you're hungry and tired."
"What kind of bear? There are lots of different kinds of bears."
Without hesitation he chose, "A Grizzly. It's the quintessential American Bear. An adult, male, big bear. Is that enough?"
Bob lowered his head. "Okay. Bear... confused... hungry... tired..." He was silent for almost a minute.
"Uh, you got it yet?"
"Grrrr..." He growled quietly, bent forwards and got down on all fours.
Marty smiled and crossed his arms. "You don't look like a bear yet." The smiled weakened and disappeared as a few moments passed. Something seemed strange about Bob. He stared at him trying to figure out what it was, and his hair caught his eye. Bobby's dark, thick, hair was becoming lighter before his eyes. At first he thought it was reflection from a lamp, but as he moved, he could see that the direction of the light had nothing to do with it. The hair, which was longish and already had some shag to it, became softer in appearance as well.
"Bob... Bobby," He breathed. It seemed to travel down the back of his neck. "It's-- you're doing it?" He fur spread further, down his arms and down his back. His clothes seemed to get tighter, but it wasn't just the fur taking up space. The structure of his body also seemed to change, and Bob seemed to expand with dull, quiet, popping noises, as when one is doing stretches after a long period of inactivity.
The addition of these strange sounds was startling. Marty rubbed his eyes. "What was in my coke? Did someone lace my coke? I always buy the best." He saw the fur envelop Bob's fingers and they seemed to disappear and re-emerge beyond the hairs as thin, shiny, bones. For a moment Marty thought his fingers had been stripped of their flesh, but a moment later he realized he was looking at claws. "Bob? Oh hell." He watched as his feet squeezed themselves out of his shoes and shredded his socks as they too became bear's feet.
Bobby grew larger still, and his clothes began to rip, but not enough to free him. He lifted his neck and stretched back, tearing his own shirt off with the mass and might of his changing shoulder blades. His friend gasped as he saw his face. It was framed by mutton chops of the fur that was on the rest of his body, and was itself covered in short hairs. His mouth was forced slightly open by the elongating canines inside. His nose darkened and seemed to move forwards, taking the rest of his face with it, making more popping noises as it went. He blinked a few time, and his eyes became dark animal's eyes. In a few moments, it was as if Bobby had disappeared right in front of him.
He continued to gain mass, and his neck got longer and thicker. By now he was obviously no longer a man crouching, but a bear standing up on all fours. Things were quiet for a minute as Marty just stared at him, mouth agape. The bear looked around the room, and emitted a low growl of obvious discontentment.
"Y-you did it, Bobby. You really did it." Nervousness tightened all his muscles, and even without thinking, his feet inched him towards the back door. "Are you all right? Are you still... you?"
The bear looked at him, growled, and bore its teeth.
"You don't know me?" It swatted at him. "Yiiiii!" Marty didn't get hit, but he flew backwards into the kitchen and to the back door. He opened it, and went just outside of it. He couldn't have a bear in his parents' house. It seemed to take up half the kitchen.
"Come on, get out here!" The bear followed, and squeezed itself sideways through the door, Marty jumping backwards from the roofless porch and to the lawn as it advanced. It followed him still, and he put up his hands in a defensive position. "Okay. So you're a bear. I get it. Very nice. Now--"
Suddenly the bear's gaze was broken and he stopped to sniff the air. A moment later it walked away from him and found a basket of apples sitting on a metal lawn furniture table. Marty took his opportunity, dashed into the house, and shut the door. He sighed. "That's right, you're hungry. I said you were hungry."
He heard his mother come downstairs. "Marty? Is that you?"
"Y-yes, mom."
"Your father and I were woken up by something."
He went over to meet her at the bottom of the stairs. "I came by to drop off the flower urn with Bob-- I forgot to bring it today. We drank some of Dad's wine too, you know, to thank him, and then, uh... uh..."
"That's all right. But what's all this noise?"
"There's a bear in the back yard, ma."
"What? Really?"
"Yes. He's eating all your apples right now."
"He is? I just picked them today." She rushed into the kitchen and saw the bear outside, eating the apples as he had said. "My goodness! It's so big! I never thought I'd see a bear in the wild, let alone one in my backyard, eating my apples. Remarkable!"
"Yeah, well, the really remarkable thing is... That's not a bear. That's the world's greatest actor out there, ma!"
That's silly, dear," she said soothingly, as if he were telling her about a nightmare. "Bears can't act."
Marty's eyes widened and his face slackened as the realization hit him. "Bears... can't... act," he quietly parroted. He added together meaning of the fact aloud. "So... if he used acting to become a bear... and he's a bear now... that means he by definition can no longer act... and so he can never... become human again." He was silent for a moment as he watched the bear eat the apples, its fur quivering as he smashed them with his brutish jaws. "Oh Bobby! I'm sorry!" he woefully exclaimed.
"Sorry about what?"
"I never knew he could do this. Bobby's fallen into character and he can't get up, Ma. He said he was such a great actor that he could become a bear, and he tried and he did."
She knew her son could sometimes make up strange stories if he got over-excited and over-worked, and just played along. "Bobby's always welcome in our home, but he can't stay here if he's a bear."
"I know, but what can I do with him? He's my friend." He watched him again. The bear, having already finished off the apples, lumbered towards an open aluminum shed. He pushed the riding lawn mover inside over, and laid down where it was.
"That bear's making my shed into a den, Marty. I'm calling the game commission." She turned to go to the phone, but he quickly took her hand.
"No, no, ma. They're gonna pump him full of tranquillizers and drop him out in the middle of woods somewhere."
"Well, that's where bears belong, dear."
"Yes, but he's not an animal, he's a man!" He threw his hands up and went to the door. "I-I've gotta talk to him again. I've got to try to snap him out of it one more time."
"Hold on now, he's dangerous!"
"I don't care. I've got to do something. The game commission won't treat him like a person. I need to try and help him; no one else can."
She frowned with disapproval. "So, you're not going to try and fight him?"
"No, of course not. I don't wanna hurt him."
"Well, I guess there's no stopping you. At least take something with you." She opened a closet in the kitchen and got out a broom. "Maybe you can use this to give him something to bite on?"
He took it from her. "Thanks, ma." He went to the door and opened it. "Wish me luck."
"Of course."
Once outside, he crept towards the beast in the shed. Its heavy breathing was so loud that he could faintly feel the vibration in his feet. He got closer, and noticed that he wasn't being noticed. Soon he was standing less than a yard from bear. His inhaler was still in his car, but it was too late for that now.
His arms fell to his sides. "Asleep," he said with exasperated disappointment. "You're asleep, Bob, and it doesn't change a thing. You really did it. You're stuck like this." He sighed, and watched the big brown mass of fur move up and down with each breath. "What am I going to tell everyone? What will I say when they as me what happened to you? No one's going to believe it. You're going to be taken to the woods somewhere and probably get shot or something." He thought about it and shuddered a little. He poked the bear's side with the bristled end of the broom. "Get up. Think about it. You don't want to be a bear in the woods!"
The bear shifted to one side and rolled onto its four feet with a growl. Marty jumped back. "Bobby, please. Please, Bobby. Try. Try!" It roared, and soon Marty was again running backwards to the house. The bear stood on its hind legs and roared at him when he got on the porch.
"Aaaah! Maaaaaa!" he cried out. "Don't open the door, he'll get inside!"
"Just tell him to stop!" she yelled back.
"What?!" He exclaimed. "What? How do I--" He thought of something. "CUUUUTT!!!!! That is IT, that is a WRAP, let's GO HOME!"
Even he was astonished when the bear fell on all fours and just looked at him.
"Look," he went on, pointing towards the lightening eastern portion of the sky, "We've lost our light!"
The bear lowered its head, and seemed to shrink. The change was happening opposite of how it had begun. He shrunk, his whole body snapping like a piece of ice dropped in hot water. "Ma... go get his clothes. Or whatever's left of them."
A more human bone structure was soon visible under the fur, and his breathing became less deep and penetrating, and his nose receded back into his head and his neck nearer to his shoulders. "Grrrr--ahhh-hhaaaa..." The disappearing hairs revealed familiar muscle tone, and by the time his hair turned dark again, he was fully human, albeit unclothed.
"Bob?"
He lifted his head. His face was quite pale and slack, with an expression of thunderstruck confusion.
"Bobby?"
When he saw Marty, he blinked, and grinned broadly, changing the color of his face from white to pink. He laughed. "I did it, didn't I? I think I did it. Was I a bear, or what?"
Marty was overjoyed yet exasperated. "Wh-what? You don't remember? You were the bear, so you tell me!"
"How can I? Bears don't remember stuff the way people do, so I don't remember what I did, now. What did I do, anyway?"
"What did you do? What did you do? You scared the shit out of me, that's what!" He knelt down and hugged him. "You almost gave me an asthma attack!"
Bob got up on his knees and hugged him back. "I'm sorry, Marty. It was a surprise. But we'll know what to do next time."
"'Next time'?!"
"Well, yeah. Now that I know I can do it, I'm going to keep on doing it. It's the ultimate form of character expression. To actually become something."
Marty got up. "Oh no! No no no no no. I think the wine had something to do with it, and I'm going to tell my dad to throw that stuff out!"
"C'mon, it was fun, right?"
"Maybe for you it was--"
"Marty, I found his clothes. They're a mess, but I think he can wear them." She acted like it was entirely normal that a bear had just turned into her son's friend. He stood between the two of them, shielding his naked body from her eyes.
He took them from her. "Thanks, ma. Just go back to bed and tell dad everything's all right. I think we'll be leaving now."
"Sure, dear." She smiled and went back into the house.
"Phew. I think she thinks this is a dream. And maybe it is." He gave him the clothes, and he got to his feet and started to put them on. "Bob, seriously, if you can really do it on your own, please don't do it again. Besides, it is cheating. It's more like a magic trick than proper acting. Promise me you won't do it."
Bobby was negotiating how to wear his stripped slacks, tying some of the strips together so that the hung on him. "Oh, well, if you put it that way, sure. Acting shouldn't be a spectacle; it's an art. You know that's how I really feel about it, no matter what anyone says. Of course I won't do it again." He put on his ragged shirt, and pushed back his dark hair. "I think these will work all right until I get home. But how I am going to explain how my clothes got ripped up if anyone notices."
"You were attacked by a pack of fan-girls."
"Sounds like an idea for our next movie."
Marty smiled. "Heh, yeah. We'll put it right at the start of the movie, but you'll be in the throng instead, of course. Let's talk about it more tomorrow."
"Sure."
Marty drove him home, and then went home himself. The next day, it had been nothing but a dream, and they assumed that, because becoming a bear was impossible, they must've had a fight or done something ridiculous and forgotten about it. However, they both resolved to stay off drugs... for just a little while.
Category Story / Transformation
Species Bear (Other)
Size 120 x 107px
File Size 49.6 kB
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