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Twisted Thoughts | Twisted Dandy TF
Dandicus Dancifer burst into his room, slamming the door shut behind him before storming to his bathroom and slamming that door behind him as well.
“GRRRRRGH-!” Dandy growled through a clenched, manic smile.
“HRRGGH- NGGH-! THINK THEY CAN-! IGNORE ME-! GRRRGH! HOARDING ALL THOSE-! DAMN TAPES-!” Dandy continued to mutter inanely as he paced the floor. His shoes echoed angrily and hollowly against the porcelain tiled.
And speaking of his shoes…they were starting to feel smaller…
“Oh God…Oh no..no…NONONONONO! I-I CAN’T! NO! NOT AGAIN! I TOLD MYSELF I’D NEVER…!”
Dandy ran over to the bathroom sink, where he clenched the rim of it so hard that he feared his hands could just smash right through it.
“No…Nonono…!” Dandy muttered, tears beginning to form out of the corners of his eyes. He could feel the slack in his sleeves beginning to lessen as well.
“No! NO NO!” He cried, slamming his hands down onto the sink. Dandy locked eyes with his own reflection, only being able to focus on the blood-red pupils that had taken up occupancy in his eyes. He tensed his whole body up, desperately running himself through breathing exercises and other types of advice that Astro had given him in the past for the sake of calming down.
“I…I’m not a monster…! I’M NOT!” Dandy shouted to the void, falling to his knees. His body ached, and his clothes were feeling snug…but at least for now the transformation seemed to have stopped. …For now.
Panting and sniffling, Dandy managed to get back to his feet and look back at his reflection. His appearance had already been messed up by that little burst of emotion…he could see that the waxy sheen his petals had had been smeared off, his eye bags were back, and his sclera were already red as anger.
Slowly and tentatively -as not to cause his clothes to rip- Dandy tried his best to smooth over his appearance. He could just hide out here until his body went back to normal…then he’d see those worthless leeches again…they’d hog those tapes…he’d get pissed off again…HE’D-
Dandy’s ichor ran cold again as he felt his pant legs suddenly close in around his legs like a snake and his feet suddenly ram into the fronts of his shoes.
“AAA-AAAH! NO! NO! STOP! STOP! I’M NOT GOING TO TWIST AGAIN! I…I promised myself…I promised Astro…”
With that thankfully, Dandy’s emotions began to relax again…and the changes that transpired began to subside…and Dandy breathed a huge sigh of relief.
“I…I am not a monster…” Dandy whispered to himself.
“Aw…c’mon Dan, why ya lying to yourself like this?” A voice to the left of Dandy asked, causing Dandy to snap his head towards that direction, being met with a mini version of himself, floating above his shoulder and wearing a red devil outfit.
“Wh-What are you talking about?!” Dandy snapped.
“You know what I mean.” Devil-Dandy snickered. “This happens every time. Every time something like this happens, you go through this whole song and dance where you talk yourself IIIIN and OOOUT, breathing like an idiot and remembering all that useless shit Astro told you. And the end product’s always the same. You twist, kill whoever pissed you off, make them into a twisted, then cry and tell yourself you’re never going to do it again.”
Dandy began to shake as he slowly looked towards his reflection again. The red pupils were still there, laughing, taunting. He could almost see them sprout mouths and just cackle. Dandy’s face bore a terrified expression as he watched the evil black liquid begin to seep from his eyes.
“He has a point.” Another voice said, this time to his right. Dandy looked to see another mini version of himself, this time in an angel costume.
“Whenever you reach this state…you always tell yourself that it’s the last time, yet it never is. But either way, don’t you feel better when twisted? Doesn’t it feel good to show them all? Doesn’t it feel wonderful to shed your ‘humanity’ and embrace what you truly are? Why deny yourself something that makes you feel good?” Angel-Dandy mused.
Dandy let out a cry of distress and clutched his head. He could already feel the work to calm himself down being undone.
“NO! I’M NOT…! THAT’S NOT…!” He whined.
“You know we’re right.” Devil-Dandy snickered.
“Sure you may be a monster…” Devil-Dandy began. “…But who says that has to be a bad thing?” Angel-Dandy added.
Dandy’s eyes narrowed as he pondered his two selves’ words.
“Who do you have to please anymore? Your handler? You killed him. Gardenview staff? They left and abandoned everyone down here. The other toons? Don’t you hate them anyway?” Devil-Dandy goaded.
“So why keep up appearances? What’s the point? Why try to gain the approval of those you hate, or prove yourself to those who don’t matter anymore?” Angel-Dandy added.
“Just be yourself!” The dandies said in unison, each grabbing a corner of the real Dandy’s mouth.
“Do whatever you want…”
“…Kill whoever you want…”
“…Don’t worry about what anyone says…”
With each phrase spoken, the Dandies pulled upwards on Dandy’s mouth.
“After all…”
It wouldn’t be long before the Dandies had pulled Dandy’s mouth into a wide, maniacal smile.
“It’s Dandy’s World. You should be able to do whatever you want. Live the life YOU want to live.” They said in unison.
“…Ahahahaha…HAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! YOU’RE RIGHT! YOU’RE BOTH RIGHT! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHHEHE! THANK YOU BOTH SO VERY MUCH!” Dandy cackled. In the next moment, the angel and devil vanished. Dandy stared at himself in the mirror for a few more seconds, the wide smile he now had allowing him to watch his teeth grow and sharpen, forming into an array of deathly-sharp fangs.
Dandy shakily and excitedly stepped out of his bathroom. He needed plenty of room for what was about to happen, after all.
“HNNNGRGH-! I’LL…! I’LL SHOW THEM…! I’LL TEACH THEM A LESSON THEY’LL NEVER FORGET…!” Dandy growled. God it felt so good to just let the beast inside of him free…why did he ever deny himself this?
Like always, the transformation officially began with ichor seeping out of Dandy’s every pore, fully covering the flower in the thick coat of ebony liquid (All except for his face), hardening into a tough-as-steel carapace, like that of a goliath beetle.
Dandy chuckled as he held his hands in front of his face. He beheld as his fingers started to grow, swelling and sharpening as they took on multiple colors. He also twitched and giggled as he watched his thumbs slowly but surely shrink away into nothing, and the laughter didn’t stop as his arms changed further. Dandy felt his arms start to push defiantly against his sleeves once again…annoyance set in briefly though…he always had to end up like this whenever he was wearing his best outfits and fricking ruin them…oh well…it still felt good to burst through his clothes anyhow, it only added to the feeling of letting the beast out.
And speaking of…Dandy’s sleeves began to rip at the edges as his arms, or rather, front legs started to win the battle. Satisfying rrrrrip! Noises filled the air as more and more of Dandy’s sleeves were torn.
And that wouldn’t be it, the rubber and leather of Dandy’s dress shoes began to creak and groan as his feet jammed against the walls of the shoes with all their might. Dandy looked down to watch the show unfold. He could see three distinct lumps making themselves known in the fronts…his feet by this point had stretched out horrifically, splitting into three draconic claws at the end, which relentlessly worked to free themselves from their current prison.
And if that already wasn’t enough, Dandy’s legs were beginning to change at the same time. Dandy grunted and sucked in air through his teeth while his knees snapped inwards, forcing him to stand on tiptoes, and his legs were swelling all the while. The hems of his pant-legs started to tear, and Dandy clenched his teeth in anticipation for when he’d finally be free of those pants in entirety.
Adding on to the building constraint and tension, Dandy’s midsection felt like it was being strangled at this point. His shirt and suit-jacket were stretched so taut that it was skin tight.
“Grrrgh-! Nrrrgh-! Damn it-!” Dandy mumbled through clenched fangs as he gripped the fabric of his top clothing. He was planning on just ripping it off, himself, however his body would do it for him.
With satisfying shredding and popping sounds, Dandy’s suit exploded off of his body, the fabric being rendered as nothing more than confetti, the buttons flying off like bullets, and Dandy’s favorite part; the elastic waist-trainer he wore underneath his suit snapped open, allowing his newly-swollen gut to comfortably slide out, and Dandy relished the sensation of the cold air hitting his skin…of being free from his restraints.
And it would only get better as Dandy’s shoes would finally be destroyed by his claws bursting through, sending the remnants flying into a nearby wall. Dandy sighed in relief as he kicked to soles away, falling onto all-fours in the process.
“Y-YEEESS! HAHAHAHA! I’LL KILL THEM ALL! I’LL SHOW THEM ALL WHO THE REAL STAR OF THE SHOW IS!” Dandy shouted as his transformation continued. His pants quickly were torn off up to his knees as his legs ballooned in size. The rest of his body grew as well, rapidly packing on fat and muscle. His neck would also lengthen, bringing to mind a brachiosaurus crossed with well…a flower.
Dandy kept on growing. The remains of his pants were holding on with all their might, but it was pretty much no use. It wouldn’t take long for the pants to be ripped to pieces, falling to the floor uselessly. With that, Dandy’s last tether to his rational mind was gone.
Dandy held his face towards the floor….
“hehhe…hehehehehe…”
And then swung it up as fast as lightning.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHA! AHA! HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAAAAHAHAAHAAAAHAHA!”
With that one final laugh of malice, the beast that was formerly Dandy stomped off towards the gift shop. No doubt those useless crayon-eaters would be getting off there by now…and Dandy would be there. He was going to teach them a valuable lesson about screwing with his trust…screwing with the system itself…and he’d be sure they’d never forget it.
After all…their lives wouldn’t last much longer.
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