You squeak as you feel something bite your hand, unable to see what it might have been in the darkness surrounding you.
At first it seems like it’s nothing, but when you go to take a step there’s a squelch like you’ve stepped in something, and your wrist starts to throb. It burns against your veins as you try to shake whatever is on your foot off. It’s sticky and spreading, and you can’t help the feeling of dread as you realize you can’t get it off.
Already, your hand seems to be splitting, a second arm forming and separating from the one you already had. You can’t see how your body changes, not in this darkness, but you can feel them, you can feel as mandibles form in your mouth, pushing through while your legs bend into something digitigrade.
The darkness isn’t so scary now, more comforting than anything else really. Maybe… it won’t be so bad…?