adapt and overcome

>You are John.
>John Doe.
>You are currently camping in the woods.
>For the last few days it had felt like something was watching you.
>But you haven't seen any signs of something prowling around.
>No tracks.
>No droppings
>No territorial marks.
>Nothing.
>You seriously regret ever playing Slenderman right now.
>The sun is setting.
>Whoneedssleep.png

>Midnight.
>Still wide awake.
>Before, you felt like you were being watched.
>Now it feels like you're being hunted.
>You hear a crack from behind you and a sharp hiss.
>fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!
>you whirl around and point your flashlight at the source of the noise.
>Nothing.
>You walk over.
>Something catches your eye.
>It looks like blood.
>But it's green.
>What the fuck.
>You see another small bit of blood further ahead.
>And another.
>And another
>All of them green.
>Your curiosity overrides your common sense, and you begin following the trail of blood splatters.
>What could possibly go wrong?
>You feel like you're being watched again.
>The trail eventually leads to a cave.
>You enter.
>It is dark. You are likely to be eaten by a grue.
>You hear laboured breathing.
>You follow the noise.
>You feel something drip onto your hair.
>Never bothered to look up.
>you don't get the chance before it's on top of you, slamming you facedown into the floor and breaking your nose.
>You feel fangs drive into the back of your neck.
>Everything suddenly starts hurting.
>EVERYTHING.
>It literally feels like your body is melting.
>You soon black out from the pain.

>Pain.
>Everything hurts.
>It feels like every single bone in your body has been shattered into dust.
>It also feels like you've been put in a full body cast.
>You open your eyes.
>It's dark as fuck
>You open your eyes
>You're still in the cave. there's ash everywhere.
>Your brain grinds to a halt as you realize something.
>Did you just open your eyes twice?
>You blink.
>Everything's darker and tinted green now.
>it also still feels like you're still keeping your eyes shut.
>You gasp.
>Or at least, you try to.
>It takes a moment, but you realize you are breathing through your nose.
>You exhale.
>fucking weird.
>You can still breath out through your mouth, but not in.
>You finally notice something in front of you face.
>You panic.
>Since when the fuck was your nose that long!
>Or black for that matter.
>You try to stand up.
>Keyword is try.
>Nothing works like it's supposed to.
>Instead you wind up spasming around.
>Another realization hits you.
>You weren't in a full body cast.
>You manage to fight down the panic.
>You needed to get out of this cave and find help.
>You try to move you arm.
>No fingers.
>It takes a while, but you manage figure out how to make you arm move how  you want it to.
>You hold it in front of your face.
>It's a fucking hoof.
>You have to fight down the urge to panic.
>It was quicker getting you legs to work.
>You didnt feel your toes, either.
>You finally push yourself off the ground.

>It felt like you were standing up, even though you were still on all fours.
>You finally start to panic and begin hyperventilating when you suddenly feel… well nothing.
>You just stopped feeling emotion.
>You were still aware of what you SHOULD be feeling, but you weren't feeling it.
>You try to move forward only to find your feet stuck to the floor.
>Once again you were aware you should be panicking.
>You also were aware of something in your hooves being incredibly tense.
>You try to relax it.
>You hooves stop sticking.
>You make note of that.
>You spend a few minutes trying to get your mouth to work.
>Your voice is very different from what you are used to.
>It sounds like two or three people speaking at once.
>It also sounds feminine.
>If you were still panicking at this point, you'd probably of had a heart attack.
>Now you were just looking at these changes without emotion clouding your judgement.
>You walk outside.
>it had rained at some point.
>You wade into the biggest puddle you could find, and let the ripples settle, before looking at your reflection.
>You were basically a horse.
>Except there were holes in your hooves, and horn.
>You also had a horn for that matter.
>And wings.
>Insect ones to be precise.
>A small squat and a look in your reflection showed you had in fact, changed gender.
>By this point, you would definitely have suffered some form of panic induced heart failure.
>You take a closer look at the green band around your middle.
>You could see your stomach.
>And its lack of contents.
>you opened your mouth, looking at your face in the water.
>Fangs.
>A long, forked, and prehensile tongue.
>And solid green eyes.
>you opened your inner eyelids.
>Pain.
>Turns out your eyes where photosensitive.
>And looked like a felines.

>You had retreated to the cave you woke up in.
>In your emotionless state you were able to process what had happened to you.
>You where some kind of predatory insect equine.
>And a female too.
>that means hormones are gonna play hell with you emotions.
>Speaking of which, you are aware of the fact that you feel you would not be panicking by right now.
>You suddenly feel your emotions return.
>Mostly curiosity and confusion.
>Was… your emotionally dead state some kind of coping mechanism?
>Ohshit.jpeg
>What other changes could have been made to your head.
Plenty.
>Oh fucking great you've got voices in your head.
>”I can assure you you’re quite sane. And I’m glad the conversion took as well as it did.”
>You whip your head around to face the voice.
>You hear nervous shuffling.
>You see a smaller version of you with a smaller, holeless horn.
”Conversion?”
Our old queen converted you before expiring.
>Voice in your head again.
>Fucking psychics.
>”It's a hivemind.”
>wait what.
>We Zerg now.