After the cleaned up the mess the robbers had made, and had burned their reeking clothes in the fireplace, you tried to think things out a bit.
You found this wand that apparently now made you the master of these creatures and enabled you to make more in what looked less like a police raid and more like an attack by the army. Had this been some weapon lost in a raid? Had the previous owner gotten cocky and gotten on the business end of the national guard? Had it been fall out between two private armies of the mob, secret societies, the CIA, magicians, mad scientists? What?
You had way too few answers. And going back there seemed like a bad idea. Whoever had done it seemed a little sloppy since you'd managed to find this thing in the first place. Where had it come from? Was it magic? Mad science? A combo of the two? You had no way to know. But they'd clearly had been willing to murder to keep everything silent and protect the status quo.
And still, even now, you still felt the overwhelming and inexplicable need to create more of these creatures. Was this the wand itself? Was it the latex itself wanting a human for now to help coordinate and direct the converted? You knew you should have cared. But you couldn't.
You also realized, you couldn't hold onto the wand for the rest of your life. You should have logically ordered the creatures to lock themselves in a cage, and bury this in a concrete block and toss it out in the middle of the ocean... but you couldn't bring yourself to. Instead, if they were going to make you one of them, you wanted it done and over, and put the wand down. To your surprise, the monsters didn't come out of a trance or attack you, they continue to as is.
You'd told them to treat the house as their own, and they were doing just that. You hadn't seen them eat, sleep, or go the bathroom, and you sincerely wondered if they needed to. The wolf had actually turned on the TV and was watching the news like a savage beast soothed by music.
You thought about the latex grass... someone was going to notice it eventually, as it was spreading, and someone would call the police, and whoever had sent an trained, competent, and fully armed army against whoever had the wand last would realize they hadn't finished cleaning up the mess. A mess you and your four creatures were now a part of.
"All four of you line up and stand at attention." You order, not holding the wand, but they obey, you pick it up anyway, best not to leave it lying around in case whoever touches it last automatically becomes the master of the latex creatures.
"Do you remember being human?"
All four nodded. So much for the wolf having once been an animal or a werewolf, then again, not everything in the world had to be about ascended animals or werebeasts. Though you're not sure why, but the way they nodded, the looks they gave each other, was like they were remembering the life of someone else. Given how the latex had apparently completely remade them, this wasn't THAT strange.
"Do you remember your names?"
Again they nodded, but again the unsure look like they were remembering someone else's name.
"Can you still speak?"
They let out squeaks. So they could speak, just not like when they were humans.
You give the purple wolf and the blue cat a pen and paper to write out if there were any who'd miss them.
The blue cat had been a salary man with a wife and two children. The wolf had been a homeless man when he'd fallen into the pools of latex and been transformed.