Exhausted from the change, you pass out, leaving you to the mercy of anyone that was unlucky enough to try and wake you. The skunk moves from the park into the city, taking shelter in some trash bags that it successfully managed to win from the rats and possum that had once called it home. Despite its small size, it still packs a mean stink that no living thing would dare mess with. It then falls asleep, waiting for someone to come by and awaken it.
A girl is running away from two tall shadows that seem to be following her. They are closing in on her and she’s running out of options. She turns into the alley, thinking she could lose them if she were quick enough. What she doesn’t realize is this alley hold a troublesome mini skunk that has taken up housing here and had recently evicted rats and possums with no little commotion. She turns the corner and trips over a trash can, making her tumble into a pile of trash bags. She tries to regain her composure, but it takes too long as the shadowy figures reveal themselves. One of them is a very portly man with a scruffy neck-beard wearing a sweaty, grease-stained sweatshirt with a trench coat overtop of it. The other is a beanpole with thick-rimmed glasses, a long nose, a sweater, and a similar trench coat. They gave the girl a very creepy look as they closed in on her, their fingers wiggling to accentuate their creepiness.
“Nowhere to run now! It’ll be over quick, we promise.” the tall one said. His partner was just breathing loudly, like he had some sort of sinus problem. All this commotion woke up the troublemaker skunk from his slumber, ready to fire its rancid spray and putrid gas at everyone who was unlucky enough to be around. And that’s exactly what it did, letting his ass fire away at the two trench coats scaring them off and using its gas to knock the girl out. Seeing that all movement had basically stopped, it crawled from the trash to access the situation. Seeing the girl unconscious, it took the opportunity to burrow its way into its new host. She was lucky she was unconscious, feeling a creature the size of a rat crawl it’s way into her butt through her underwear and nesting in her gut without being digested. Not even a lump was visible on her where the skunk was.