newly scaley and adorned with black spiked wristbands, Zack examines his hands. "what's happening to me? my hands look... like bowser's?" they were a bit more than just like bowsers, they were his hands... and the scales were spreading. "who would set this up?" he wondered, this was an elaborate mario themed party, but a whole lava pit that was actively mutating him was a bit far even for that. "why me?" he didn't have time to think any further when a sharp headache hit, feeling points growing through his temples. even more sickening pops and cracks spread through his face, pushing it's self out into a perfect copy of bowser's visage, complete with crimson hair and a newly formed spiked collar. his voice deepened into a bestial roar as his snout finally snapped into place.

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