Keep Hiding & Watch

No sense risking yourself AND someone else, you tell yourself, slinking into the shadows as you keep your eyes on the inevitably gruesome display. The boy, still oblivious to the danger behind him, continues to back away, and the snarling beast continues to push him forward, until finally... SPLOOSH! A look of shock and surprise washes over the teenager's face as he takes one too many steps without looking, finding nothing where he'd expected solid floor and falling head over heels into the strange pool. The purple latex werewolf sits down to enjoy the show, and you find that even you can't avoid a slight interest in seeing what's going to happen next.

At first, the sight is wholly unspectacular. The teen screams through his splutters and coughs, his arms flailing in the air as his head bobs above and below the water. Not long after, however, you start to hear something... different about his voice. A slight graininess to it perhaps, maybe a more guttural quality seeping into his terror-filled screams. Looking at his face, you start to see the reason: a dark red streak of the liquid has adhered itself to his face and begun to expand itself, slowly extending outwards. He doesn't seem to realize what's happening, but you have a clear view from here as his face turns into a feline muzzle, replacing his screams with yowls and growls. It's not until the substance starts to shape itself into paw-like hands around his digits that he realizes what's happening to him and puts every ounce of strength he has left into getting out of the pool, but by then both you and the wolf can tell that it's far too late.

Dripping with red, the tiger-faced fellow coughs up some of the stuff, then looks down at himself. His back legs have gained a more digitigrade configuration, bending more like those of an animal than those of a human being, and a slender, snake-like tail extends from the base of his spine. His head is changed quite fully, two pointed ears now perched atop his smoothed scalp, and the only thing that still looks as though they belong to a man and not a monster are the human clothing adorning him and the look of horror in his yellowed eyes. Within seconds, even those are lost - the clothes start to shred to make way for his new shape, as stronger musculature fills them out, and the fear you can still see in his face is soon little more than a memory, replaced with the intensity of a hunter. Soon, the change is complete, and he stands tall aside the wolf, a fully formed red latex panther man.

For a few seconds, you pause and panic. There are now at least three of those things in this place, maybe more. What if they managed to get out, and kept finding more victims like that teen? You couldn't just stand by and let that happen. But then, what if they managed to find YOU? As much as you'd like to play the gallant hero, losing your body and your mind to these monstrosities isn't exactly an appealing possibility.