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Party Pranks | Barnaby Humanization TF
Twas party time at Barnaby’s old mansion, (Granted, when was it not party time?) and the owl of the hour, Barnaby himself was flying around all over the place, observing the hootenanny and making sure everyspecter in attendance was having the time of their deaths! And if they weren’t, Barnaby would be sure to spice it up! Perhaps with a good electrocution, or maybe a bit of rack torture! Anything went as long as it was fun for all!
But unfortunately for the fun-loving owl, he would be the victim of quite the unfun little gag tonight, for right in the middle of administering a good ol’ lethal injection to one of the partygoers while singing a Justin Beaver song, Barnaby would be approached by a ghost carrying a present. In Barnaby’s mischievous reverie, he failed to catch on to the malign eagerness the ghost had as he swung around.
“MY OH MY! OHOOHOOHOO! WHAT’S THIS YOU HAVE HERE MY FINE FELLOW?!” Barnaby shouted, twisting his head towards the little black and purple present the ghost had in their nubby hands.
“A PRESENT?! FOR ME?! OHOOHOOHOO! WHY YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE!” Barnaby hooted, snatching the gift up in his talons and ripping it open with his beak. All the while the Gift-Giver just morphed into the Smiling Devil Emoji. Somehow, they weren’t noticed doing so, even though there were multiple other ghosts in the area. I suppose they were all just focused on the mystique of the present.
But back to the matter at hand (or rather, wing), Barnaby opened up the gift, and a goofy smile spread across his face as his eyes beheld a life-sized, anatomically correct, chocolate heart!
“OH MY! WHY THIS JUST LOOKS ABSOLUTELY DELICIOUS! THANK YOU KINDLY MY DEAR FRIEND!” Barnaby let out a cackle as he threw the heart up into the air, swallowing it whole as it came back down.
The Gift-Giver went back to normal as Barnaby craned his head back down to look at them.
“FUNNILY ENOUGH, I DIDN’T ACTUALLY TASTE IT! BUT I’M SURE IT WAS QUITE DELICIOUS! THANK YOU AGAIN, AHOOHOOHOO…Hoo…”
Barnaby suddenly felt himself overcome with a rather powerful woozy feeling, and he started swaying back and forth a bit. Barnaby just figured all the spinning and twisting had made him dizzy, so he tentatively went back to a semi-normal stance…but that still didn’t do anything.
“Oogh…might’ve been a little TOO sweet…” Barnaby mused. “I might have to…rest a bit.” Such a thing greatly saddened the ghostly owl. All time was valuable when it was party time after all! But then again…one had to be in tip-top condition for maximum partying energy, so reluctantly, Barnaby slowly began stumbling away towards his personal chambers, catching many a concerned glance and murmur from the other ghosts in attendance.
And all the while, the Gift-Giver just watched the soon-to-be-ex-owl stumble away…all with a devilish smile on his face.
Barnaby continued walking through the cobweb-ridden halls of his mansion en route to his room. He grumbled a bit as he did so. Barnaby would’ve just summoned a door or something to lead him up there instantly, but the Gem Of Reality was too exhausted after chasing down that goat from earlier, and he couldn’t fly up there given his wooziness, so he was just stuck walking. By now Barnaby was beginning to get genuinely concerned he’d been poisoned somehow, and A: How was that even possible?! And B: What the frick could’ve been in that heart that had the strength to poison a ghost?! Ugh…He’d have to put out an order to ban that ghost from future parties from now on.
But then all of a sudden, as Barnaby planted his talon on the carpet, he stopped dead in his tracks, for a sudden bolt of heat had shot through his entire body, dispelling the typical deathly chill he possessed. His phantasmal form also began to shiver unwittingly.
“Wh-What on earth…?” He hooted nervously. Barnaby’s nervousness would escalate into full-on fear when he noticed something quite horrifying.
With every shiver, Barnaby was losing feathers. They were being shook out more and more with each passing second.
“Y-YIPE-! N-NO NO NO!” Barnaby cried out. He usually enjoyed a good prank every now and then, but not the ones that involved plucking or ruining his feathers, he was very particular about them.
Barnaby groaned as he tried to stop his body from shaking…but it was no use. His own body continued to reject his inky plumage. It piled around his talons, which themselves were losing their fluff. By this point, all Barnaby had left were a group of feathers on the top of his head, his wing-feathers, tail feathers, and the plumes that sprouted from his eyes.
In a panic, Barnaby noodled one of his talons up towards the gem emblazoned on his vest, tapping it repeatedly.
“COME ON YOU USELESS ROCK! DO SOMETHING!” Barnaby demanded, receiving no answer as his legs spasmed, causing them to be slammed straight back onto the ground against his will. Afterwards, each of his claws began to twitch repeatedly. Barnaby flapped his wings defiantly as he hooted for all this to just stop.
Barnaby quickly began to lose his talons, starting with the backwards-facing ones, which went completely limp as they shrunk away into his heels, which seemed to absorb the mass left behind by the back-talons, as they widened up to human proportions as they lowered to the ground fully, eliminating Barnaby’s digitigrade stance.
And if that wasn’t enough, as the claws on Barnaby’s talons started to shrink away into nothing, his tail feathers also began to fall out, launching out of his backside as if being flicked out by a pair of giant fingers.
“OUUUGHHH!!! I’M GOING TO SEND THAT PUTRID POLTERGEIST TO PURGATORY-!” Barnaby screamed, watching as his talons deflated and shrunk, melding into each other as his once-talons flattened, leaving him with featureless, flipper-like feet.
Barnaby couldn’t even muster up any words at this point, he only managed to make panicked grunts and yelps, now even having lost the ability to hoot as he unwillingly gained more humanity.
But the worst was yet to come, as next his wings began to tremble, rapidly shedding off feathers as his wingspan shrunk and lost any sort of beastly nature. Barnaby’s eyes darted back and forth from each of his wings as they shed their long, flight feathers, making room for the shadowy-black skin underneath. If Barnaby still had bones by this point, they would be reshaping. Luckily for him though, he did not, so the coming changes would be much easier.
The nubby wingtips left behind after the loss of his feathers began to widen out and split apart, forming four long, gross hotdog fingers, complete with stubby thumbs. Barnaby’s skin crawled as he watched the tips spread out, forming into full palms. Barnaby flexed his new fingers repeatedly, and he felt nauseous at the sight.
The remaining feathers that Barnaby had on his head began to change next, starting with the shafts, which disintegrated into nothingness, and the remaining parts of the feathers flattened and split up into stringy strands which clumped all around on his head, taking on a mahogany/purple color.
“Awwwhhhh…” Barnaby moaned. His jack-o-lantern eyes slowly trailed towards his last remaining owl trait: his beak, which was already beginning to twitch, as if it could just fall right off his face and crash to the ground.
And in fact, it did! Barnaby’s beak leapt right off his face and careened towards the ground, shattering like a rock upon hitting the ground. It even made a stock vase breaking sound effect as it shattered, (you know the one) leaving behind a regular-old, bog-standard human mouth, but no nose.
Barnaby groaned again as he felt the empty space where his beak used to be, cringing at the feeling of the rubbery ‘flesh’ left behind. It had barely been a few seconds and Barnaby was sure there was nothing he hated more of this. He missed the warm, fluffy feeling of his feathers, and the heavy, blanket-like feeling of moving his wings around. What the heck was he supposed to do with these gross, metal-pipe shaped arms? And these yucky, alive-looking fingers???
Barnaby huffed in defeat. If anything, at least the whole transformation was over by now. He could just go back to his room and look for some kind of reversion spell. But getting there presented another problem.
Barnaby’s new walking stance and style was really, really uncomfortable. Walking with his whole, clunky foot with his heel on the ground as opposed to his elegant, precise way of walking with his talons…it all just felt wrong. So after a mere few steps, Barnaby just flopped onto the floor in defeat. There he would just wait until the Gem Of Reality recharged and use it to get his old form back.
…He hoped that rancid prankster was having a good laugh, wherever they were now.---
I hate this why did I write this
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