*Ding, Dong!!*
Seiresly? The door bell rings right now? Huhhhh...
Still, slumped over and completely forgetting about your siguation, you trod slowly the the door.
Opening it, you almost fly across the room!
It’s him.
The man with the long white beard.
The one who is responsible for everything that is going wrong.
He. Is. So. Done.
The only thing your can think about is sweet revenge.
And the torcher is very obvious.
Spray him. With skunk-spray.
The long bearded face seems to read your mind saying, “I thought you would like your new form. Have I disappointed you?”
“I didn’t want to be transformed in the first place!!!” you yell in his face.
The old man thinks this over.
Finally he replies, “I sssee. Then I also suppose you would like to be turned back into your original self?”
“Yes!”
“Hmmm...” ponders the wizard, “Very well, But to do this: you must find me the oldest scroll in the world and bring it to me before midnight tonight.”
Suddenly you whip around, pinning th old man to wall with your sprayer in his face.
“I don’t think so.” you say, “How about you turn me back or I cover you in skunk-musk.”
The wizard simply thrusts his hand forward and grabs your tail.
The sudden movement startles you, and your skunk-gland puckers outward. Two spray-nubs extend.
A streaming mist of stink bursts into the air, aimmed straight at the old man.
Quickly, he raises his hands, creating somesort of magical shield.
That is certainly bad news for you.
The spray repels off the shield, and hits you instead.
Viel stench douses you, and you are bathed in it.
A greenish haze surrounds you.
Your glare stares full force at the wizard.
But surprisingly, fear pulses through you.
The wizard’s eyes are glowing red.
That is Not a good sign.
“Then so be it!” shouts the old man angrily, “You shall be cursed! Forever, you will stink of the stench you have just sprayed upon yourself. You shall live in an alleyway, cast out by people. No one will want you. So you will hide. And keep hiding, for the rest of your days. And just to make this more interesting, when you die, you will transformation into a skunk, and live the life of one until your final death!”
Magical energy flows through you; the curse now in you.
You feel your mouth agape, as hatred burns in your heart twoard the wizard.
But there’s nothing your can do now. Without even realizing it, your are heading out your own door, running, running to get away from the evil man and his magic...
Outside however, you face a different problem. It is still day.
People are everywhere up and about.
Children are running past the market stalls, parents are trying to hold their hands.
Until silence falls.
Every one of them slowly turns to stare at you, a freak skunk-human hybrid, with horror in their gazes.
What has the old man done?!
A child screams. Grown men and women shreak. Crowds of frightened people begin to flee the once buisy streets of the market stands.
“Wait!” you desperately call out, “I’m not going to hurt you!”
But no one listens.
Soon, sirens fill the air.
The police are coming! You have to leave!
Just as the old man had said, you quickly and quietly escape to an alleyway.
Tired and now hungry, you settle down whimpering, alone. It is still just noon, but for some reason or another, you feel the pulling urge to sleep. And so you do, not waking up until nightfall...