Some Thing in Caneighdia - Prologue

>"I got orders to bring you in, Anon."
>"You ARE an alien, after all."
>"Are you going to go willingly, or do we have to get violent?"

>You are Anon
>Well actually... No you're not. Not really.
>But for the past several years, you've been posing as him.
>You were new to this world, you needed a new, less violent-looking form, and that poor sucker happened to be nearby
>Didn't seem like he had any kind of contact with the locals. You found him the woods, crying and masturbating while singing something about "American pie."
>So you killed him and took his shape.
>His disguise worked... Until now.
>This one... Bon Bon...
>She's somehow made your masquerade.

>You keep your cool, she could be bluffing.
"Bon Bon... What in god's name are you talking about? I'm as natural to this planet as everything else here."
>She takes a few confrontational steps forward
>"Don't give me that manure, Anonymous. It's over. You're my prisoner, I'm bringing you in."
>You didn't even notice the steps backward you had been taking until you had backed into a wall.
>Oh, now's she's done it...
>Looks like it's going to have to get violent after all, you're not going to let them capture you.
>As a final act of intimidation, you drop part of your disguise, turning your eyes into something black and otherworldly, seams run horizontally from the corners of your mouth to the back of your head.
"Bon Bon. Walk away from me, and forget everything you think you've learned about me."
>Her face is stoic, she continues her approach, restraints in her hoof
>"Get on the ground and place your hands behind your head."
>So be it.

>A shrill, predatory shriek rips from your lungs as you tear away the disguise
>The seams across your face open up, opening your jaw to an obscene amount, exposing rows of extremely sharp teeth
>The shapeshifting process rips its way through your imitation body, tendrils rip the skin on your back, muscles and sinew snap and reshape as scythe-like claws grotesquely mutate from the flesh and bones of what used to be your hands and forearms
>The rest of your body continues violently ripping and reshaping as you shed your human disguise, your own pained, grisly shrieks adding to the effect
>Blood spills liberally onto the grass among the discarded human body parts during this gory transformation, the terrified screams of the townspeople fill the air as they run away from the monstrosity taking form in the town square.
>The process finally complete, you look down to Bon Bon's frozen form with your obsidian, alien eyes, emitting a low, menacing growl.
>She swallows nervously.
>"O-oh... So you're *not* a human, then..."