'Those fucking Bastards! I'll kill them all for this!'

 

Earlier that day.

 

Byren had just woken up after blacking out and having some kind of weird dream about a giant TV that gave people headaches.

'What the fuck was that, I never have bad trips.'

He swore before he blacked out he saw a message or something pop up in front of him. Still remaining in his prone position with his back against the warm floor, he remembered back to what he had been doing before he blacked out.

'That slimey little Prick, he fucking cut it with something didn't he? He cut it with some cleaning chemicals or something and he thought I wouldn't fucking find out! What the fuck happened to 'you get what you pay for' or decent customer service?! A hundred and fiddy right down the fucking shitter. No. I'm going to fuck him up for this and I'm going to get my money back too.'

Fuming for a moment and considering all the nasty ways he's going to hurt his 'trusted' dealer he realised something was off.

'My body feels all kinds of fucked too and why does my floor feel so warm, this shitty little place doesn't have underfloor heating... Am I still tripping?'

Sitting up and forwards Byren put his hands on the ground to push up his torso which was followed by the sound of splintering wood to his left and to his right his hand got caught on something as he felt something pulling at his fingertips.

Sitting on his ass in his black ripped jeans, Byren moved his head to look down at his left hand but his eyes didn't make it as he saw his bare chest wasn't the usual olive colour it should have been instead it was a sort of pastel green and the texture had changed to be rough and crinkled like a leather handbag. He followed the contours of his defined pectoral muscles and when he reached his shoulder, he saw the pastel green fade into a darker swampy green. 

'Uh. Okay. Not the first time a trip made me change colours. The fact it's only affecting me is new though.'

He went to touch his chest with his right hand but before he could he felt his right hand get pulled on by something again and that made him turn his head towards it.

Byren's eyes laid upon his right hand which was held slightly off the ground and saw what it was that was pulling his arm back, the cheapo rug with it's faded and stained gray material that was already in the apartment when he moved in was caught in two of the claws on his right hand, the threads looping around his claws a few times and preventing him from pulling his arm up due to the fact the couch was on top of said rug.

'Claws. I have, claws? What the fuck did he spike this stuff with, acid?'

Examining his hand Byren felt his breathing increase but noticed it didn't sound like his normal breathing, it was slightly hissy and powerful sounding.

Byren also noticed his vision wasn't quite the same as it should've been, he could see more than normal, he wasn't quite sure how to explain it but it felt like he could see slightly behind him and things felt clearer further away, he failed to register the fact that the smells of his apartment had grown considerably more numerous and clearer, if he'd had a window open he would've also smelled the scent of blood and fire being carried on the wind outside.

'I must be really fucked up. If I survive this I'm going to murder that fucking scumbag, I don't care, he's a dead man.'

Byren felt the hate and anger well up again, he clenched his teeth unintentionally and growled, it sounded like an angry hiss from a snake which was the air passing through his teeth and the growl came from deep within his chest. This surprised Byren and made him jump and his jaw drop.

'I just growled, like an animal. What the fuck is going on.'

Byren felt his tongue as it continued leaving his mouth, he could see the tip of his long sharp tipped tongue as it swayed around in front of him.

'My tongue wasn't always this long was it?'

He moved his tongue and tried to touch his nose with it, he succeeded, his nose felt different somehow and he withdrew his tongue, catching it on one of his many razor sharp teeth and accidentally biting it by closing his mouth when he thought he'd pulled it all the way in.

He yelled out in pain but instead of feeling a shout like he'd expected to feel, what came out was more like a primal roar one might hear from a dinosaur.

*ROAR!*

'MOTHER FUCKER THAT SMARTS!'

Too focused on the pain of his now bleeding tongue, Byren threw both his hands towards his mouth. He felt his right hand catch and decided to put more strength into his pull hoping to break the caught fibers. His idea worked however being in his new body he did not yet know how much strength he actually possessed and his right, sharply clawed hand came flying up towards his face and he punched himself unintentionally, square in his right eye.

There wasn't a roar this time just a deep rumbing hiss as it didn't hurt nearly as much as it should've, but Byren couldn't help but think about how much of a dumbass he was for punching his own face.

'You fucking Idiot, of course that would happen, you deserved it.'

Even though it didn't hurt he could already feel it swelling shut. 

Byren stood up and went to his full body length mirror so he could take a look at his eye and how badly he'd bitten his tongue and what he saw made him speechless.

'The drugs, they broke me. I'm literally insane. I'm looking at myself and I see a lizard monster man thing looking back. Should I get myself committed to a psych ward or something? They can help me with this kind of mental breakdown right? And here I thought people who knew they were crazy couldn't be actually crazy. Obviously wrong, look at me!'

Byren stood facing his mirror for some time examining his new six foot six muscular frame and his dinosaur-like features adorning a humanoid body with powerful digitigrade legs and large taloned feet. He continued until he heard a knock at the door followed by the voice of his schmuck landlord that let him stay without paying full rent, the guy was too nice for his own good and it's not Byren's fault when someone takes advantage of him for it. Byren rationalised it with the thought 'If not me, it would've been someone else.'

*SSSSSSSGURGURGURRRR*

Byren subconsciously did a light hiss/growl combo at remembering this annoyingly gullible old man.

"Byren, are you alright in there? There was a loud noise, it sounded like some kind of big animal was in there. Don't tell me you got a pet tiger! Haha.'

The old Indian man laughed at his own joke, unaware that although there wasn't a tiger in the apartment, there was something that could literally eat a tiger alive and come out of it without a scratch.

Byren attempted to speak back but when he tried he made a noise like a monster, it sounded similar to a bark but was also mixed with the noise a certain velociraptor made in that movie, 'Jurassic Bark.'

Outside the door Mr. Rajesh took a step backwards and looked at the door with apprehension, unsure of what he should do he continued to stand there and then shouted.

"Byren, what in the world have you got in there?!"

By this point, a few of the other doors in the hallway had opened and one of them had come out, a six foot tall muscular looking black guy with a beanie and a tank top complete with a thick gold chain, sweatpants and the ever-unholy abomination known amongst mortals as 'crocs'.

Realising he couldn't speak, Byren decided the trip was way worse than he thought, he couldn't even speak. He decided to get to the door and just hope he wasn't bollock naked and drooling, worse yet that he hadn't put his cock inside something thinking it was a woman, that was the most terrifying thing, he didn't want to sober up and find he's a eunuch because he fucked a blender.

Walking to the door Byren stumbled twice still wobbly on his bad trip alien legs. He laughed at himself, he finally fucked up big time, the laugh that came out however wasn't his laugh instead it sounded like someone hitting a deep kick drum in his chest.

*KUR, KUR, KUR*

Outside the door Mr. Rajesh was worried when he heard the falling over noises and he unlocked the door with his building key. When he pushed the door open to see Byren standing in front of the door with his teeth barred and hissing, his face grew noticeably pale and he reacted quickly. First he spoke.

"I apologise for the intrusion."

Then he slammed the door shut and locked it, leaving the key behind, he turned to the black guy in the beanie and saw him with his mouth gaping open, eyes fixed on the apartment door. Mr. Rajesh gave the man a quick slap on the face and the man's eyes slowly swivelled along with his to look at the old Indian Landlord. Mr. Rajesh met his eyes and spoke calmly and sternly.

"Barricade the fucking door, now."

He turned to the people around him and shouted in a markedly more panicked tone of voice.

"THERE'S A MONSTER IN BYREN'S ROOM! EVERYONE HELP BARRICADE THE DOOR! IT'S A DINOSAUR MAN!"

Luckily for Mr. Rajesh and unluckily for Byren, the people on this floor all knew the landlord quite well and had never seen him act in such a way, one look at their now frantic black neighbour, they realised something was up. Some of them shut their doors, but most came out as Mr. Rajesh started directing them and they rapidly barricaded the door with bits of broken wood furniture, shelves and the piled sofas up against it.

Back in his apartment, Byren was similarly stunned.

'All I did was grin at him and he freaked out.'

He tried to open the door but it refused to budge, he put more strength into the door and it still didn't budge. Unlike the higher floors, the lower floors were at a higher risk of being broken into by thieves so the first three floors had metal doors which even Byren's strength couldn't get through. He was strong, not made of metal.

Attempting to speak again Byren started shouting obscenities and that he was Byren, but all that came out were animal noises which angered Byren to the point hisses were mixed in and it just sounded like an incoherent mess, as his rage built and he realised he was getting nowhere, he fully lost it and started smashing his own stuff, it wasn't until some half hour later that he realised it was HIS stuff he was smashing and calmed down from his violent rampage but by this point most of the people outside were too scared to open the door.

Outside the door however, one of the neighbours, a small elderly asian woman standing at four foot eight, known as Mrs. Kim held her cat and had heard everything Byren had said before he went on a rampage and she was shocked, not as shocked as when her cat began speaking to her some twenty minutes earlier and asked for cat nip but definitely shocked, she felt she had to tell Mr. Rajesh who was checking to make sure the banging on the door hadn't caused anything to weaken.

"Kuthra, I think the thing you saw in that apartment was Byren."

Kuthrapali Rajesh finished checking things and was about to tell Jerome, the beanie wearing black resident, to guard the door and make sure the barricade holds when Mrs. Kim, his longest renting resident, spoke to him. What she said made him pause and he motioned her to carry on with a wave of his hand.

"Uh, well, when I blacked out earlier I saw something about being judged and when I woke up I could talk to my cat, erm, not just my cat actually, I can hear the birds shouting for their friends outside and that roar from earlier sounded like someone shouting the 'F' word."

The elderly man stood and looked at her for a few seconds in silence then he brought his hand to his forehead, massaging his temples between his thumb and index finger.

Mrs. Kim got nervous and didn't want her friend to think badly of her so she spoke again.

"I'm not crazy Kuthra, this old lady hasn't gone senile yet you know."

He responded to her after taking a deep breath and breathing out a long sigh, with his hand falling to his side before wrapping behind his back to meet the other one in a clasp.

"I know.. I know. I saw something similar when I blacked out too and now I can feel where everyone is. Like I just know when something alive is close and I can feel how many there are. Like a living thing radar. Very strange sensation."

Silent for a few seconds as some of the other neighbours looked around nervously and Jerome stood up from his place next to a wall before offering his take.

"Old timers, I had that too-"

"And me" spoke an older middle-aged man in a striped bathrobe.

Jerome glared at the older man and the man shut up but glared back all the same with his lips in a line.

"I woke up and I had this strange feeling, like I could do stuff and I couldn't move, my feet were stuck to the floor at first. I think I can stick myself to things like Spiderman from the avengers movie but no webs have shot out."

A younger nerdy looking guy from the floor above stood holding hands with a twenty something woman from the second floor, evidently he had been in her apartment earlier for him to have been on this floor.

"You're saying you're a superhero? That's bullshit."

The young woman he was with nudged him in the side and said "Tell 'em about your thing."

The man flushed red and gave her an alarmed and confused look.

"No, are you crazy? Why would I tell th-?!"

Before he could finish she spoke up with a smile anyway with everyone looking at her, throwing the odd glance at the guy.

"His dick got bigger, like a lot bigger, it actually hurt when we woke up from blacking out and he tried to pull it out. I guess I'm lucky he went soft seeing me in pain because if he pulled out he probably would've done some permanent damage, I need to work up to something that big, right babe?"

The woman turned to her male partner and spoke the last part with a cheery smile. The people around were shocked at the young woman's honesty and didn't think this was something that needed to or should be talked about in public. Their perspective of this mousey quiet girl had drastically changed in less than ten seconds, was she a nymphomaniac or something?

Jerome became interested in her, throwing her curves a long glance up and down since she was wearing PJs and not her usual frumpy clothes, he could appreciate her usually hidden hourglass figure. Several of the other men also did the same whilst the women present had their eyes shoot down to the enlarged penis guy's crotch, causing her to smile and him to blush and cover his bulging but not aroused crotch area with his hands and one of hers which he was still holding on to. The young woman noticed and thought it was cute so she pulled him back into her apartment realising she had some lube in her bedside drawer they could use.

“We’re gonna go have some fun with this new ‘development’, okay everyone?”

She flashed another winning smile and closed the door with a slam.

Everyone watched them go and the door shut, some of them swallowed the saliva that had built up and turned their minds to other things.

'Youths these days are far too open for my liking.' thought Mrs. Kim, similarly mirrored thoughts occurred in Mr. Rajesh's mind. 'I wish my first wife was that assertive, we could've avoided all the dating stuff and got right to it and I still would've married her. Kids these days have it lucky!'

Mr. Rajesh cleared his throat and told everyone to go back to their apartments and relax, he made Jerome stay in front of Byren's apartment and asked Mrs. Kim if she'd be willing to continue translating to which she agreed, then he left towards the one unopened door on the second floor, before feeling no life inside he continued upstairs to check on his residents.

'Part of being a good landlord is being a good landlord.' 

He thought with a smile but his smile vanished as he was heading up the stairs thinking upon what he should do if others have changed and how to handle Byren.