And you thought chimera were bad

[envy_the_sinners]

Who: Inhabitants of Shark House and any potential visitors
Where: Shark House
When: October 18-31
Summary: Halloween Fusion Plot catchall. Make headers as necessary!
Rating: PG-13?
Log:

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Arrival, open

[envy_the_sinners]

Scar had been rushing to Goldenrod for the past several days. He had planned to return for weeks because Lust was here for the circus' busy season, but after that buffoon and his supposed henchman made their intentions against Wrath's kin very clear, he knew he needed to put his personal problems aside and return to their combined house.

Amit, his Zangoose, was at his side when he knocked. He had no idea who was home, but he would have to face everyone eventually.

[a_sin_for_him]

Luckily for Scar, Lust was home. She was in the middle of one of her sporadic baking projects - which was mixing a boxed powder and water together - when she heard the knock. She didn't think they were expecting anyone, but at this point, that meant little.

Still wearing her apron, her hair pinned up on top of her head, Lust wiped her hands and went to open the door, bringing Guttle with her so he wouldn't get into her batter.

"Scar!" It was a pleasantly surprised exclamation, but he was the last person she'd expect to show up on this particular doorstep. "I didn't think you'd be coming by the house.."

[envy_the_sinners]

Scar held his breath when the door opened, but it was a relief when Lust answered. He glanced around suspiciously while he asked,

"May I come in?"

There was that wash of relief at seeing her again, but he was distracted.

Oct 21st - Event

[a_sin_for_him]

[Rude Awakening]

She had hair in her mouth. Lust grumbled sleepily to herself and spat it out, or at least attempted to. A groggy swipe of her wrist across her mouth only shoved more hair into it. And her pajamas felt strangely tight and uncomfortable. It was going to be one of those mornings.

She didn't yet notice the thick pelt of curly, lavender fur that now covered most of her body, clearly visible in her sleeveless shirt and ankle length sleep pants. Or the ears that stuck out from her hair. Or her abnormally small and pointed feet and hands.

Lust rolled over, eyes still closed, and stretched. She felt...oddly stiff and as though she'd slept in a strange position. With a yawn that wouldn't quite seem to open properly, she slipped out of bed....

And promptly went down on her face with a sound like a yowling cat. Her feet had failed her. What was wrong with her?

[On Little Cat Feet...]

This was ridiculous. Lust couldn't even walk upright. The bizarre transformation had seemed to stop halfway, leaving only her feet and ankles an Espurr's. The rest of her - save her hands - was properly human woman shaped and sized. And weight. Simply covered in thick, lavender fur. Her shoulders and neck and face were free of the stuff, but her eyes had grown larger and rounder and her mouth even smaller.

She could be found stalking about the house or back yard on four legs, dressed in a giant shirt donated by Scar. Sometimes, outside, she could even be found stalking and chasing after bugs in the afternoon sunlight...

[Cat Naps]

Occasionally, Lust curled up or sprawled out in a sun spot around the house. On the couch, on her bed, on the kitchen floor... the sun somehow felt even more warming and comfortable right now. And napping was even more appealing than usual.

Sometimes her Pokemon would nap with her, and she would curl around them.

She left fur everywhere.

[envy_the_sinners]

Scar was staying in a cot Lust had set up for him in her room. It was the most out of the way place, and he was least likely to be bothered by the other residents if he was staying in Lust's room. It also just felt... normal. He was still an exceptionally light sleeper, though, and he snapped awake as soon as Lust stirred.

Something was very wrong. His head felt... He didn't even know. It was just wrong. Scar sat upright, glanced over at Lust's bed, and let out a mighty, high pitched squeal when he witnessed a great purple beast with nubbin feet stumble from the sheets.

It happened completely without his command. Scar's body began to spin of its own accord with the sudden realization that he absolutely needed to be in the ground right now. Except this was the floor. The floorboards parted and splintered as Scar shot straight through the first floor ceiling. He sank up to his shoulders and stuck, feet swinging in the kitchen below and his tiny Diglett head continuing to squeak uselessly.

[a_sin_for_him]

What in the name of all that was holy was going on? What was wrong with her? What had happened to her body?

Another yowl escaped Lust's lips when the...thing in Scar's cot began destroying her house. She scrambled backwards awkwardly, feeling some sort of energy burst out of her in her distress. The window rattled and the glass bottles of oils and lotions on her vanity clattered and shook. A pillow blew off the bed.

It took her a moment to realize that thing was Scar.

Cat Feet!

[exeggutorhead]

At first, Envy had just watched as Lust chased the Joltik around the yard, half in fascinated incredulity and half wondering whether it was Mully or just a wild one. But Heather isn't here, so probably wild.

He's well aware that there were some instincts that came along with these transformations. That doesn't make it any less surreal to watch Lust acting like this.

Eventually, he migrates from watching through the window to climbing out the window (doors aren't happening today), and sitting a little way away from her.

He wonders how long it will take her to notice him.

[a_sin_for_him]

It took her until she literally tumbled head over tail in her pursuit that she noticed Envy had joined her and was watching her...instinctual antics. It was the part of her that was currently half cat, it couldn't resist. She hadn't thought anyone was around to see her.

She rolls quickly to a sitting position, shaking grass and dried leaves out of her fur and hair.

"Enjoying yourself?"

[exeggutorhead]

[Envy No-Thumbs awakens]

It would be next to impossible to sleep through the commotion that was Scar and Lust's awakening. And when all the noise wakes Envy, his first thought is wondering what's happening. His second thought is that something is...not right with his legs. Is one of his Pokemon on them?

No.

No, that is not the case.

Envy's startled shout adds to the din, and as he stumbles over to his bedroom door, he makes another discovery. Giant stupid Zoroark claws can't turn doorknobs. For anyone listening out in the hall, there's just increasingly frantic scratching coming from behind Envy's door.

"Hey! Heeey! Anyone? I don't want to actually kick the door down!"

[Any other time after that]

Once he's actually free from his own room, Envy resigns himself to having to just leave the house via window until this fixes itself. Because that front door is just not happening. He has also resigned himself to just wearing a skirt until further notice, because to hell with trying to fit pants on these legs.

Around the house, he can be found getting used to his new arms and legs, brushing his hair that is now nearly as big as he is, or trying to coax Edmund out from behind a lamp with reassurances that he's not going to attack the ghost with Dark type moves. Outside, he can probably be found collaborating with his own Zoroark and seeing how acrobatic he can manage to be with his temporary new body.

After Envy has come back inside for the first time

[no_ufo_ending]

Guess who still has hands? THIS GUY.

And he uses those hands to twist his shirttail, brimming with a strange sort of guilt as he watches his friend try to work a hairbrush with claws. The whole house is a mess and it does nothing good for Henry's deep-seeded paranoia.

"Envy? Do you, uh...need some. Help?"

[exeggutorhead]

Envy just LOOKS back over his shoulder at Henry. He has been trying to hold the brush well enough to actually get it through The Mane for the past half hour.

His mouth screws up slightly while he decides if he's going to give in and ask. But then he just nods.

"...I think I do."

PLEASE. THERE ARE SO MANY TANGLES. HE CAN FEEL THEM.

Fuck you No-Thumbs

[armoredsoul]

Once the confusion dies down, Al just so happens to be the first to pass by Envy's door. He blinks and looks over, hearing the scratching and Envy's calling out...

Well, it's not hard to put two and two together.

Snickering loud enough that he's sure to be heard even through the door, he walks r i g h t o n b y without even pausing to consider helping him out.

"Good luck!" Hey, it's not like no one else will be by eventually!

[no_ufo_ending]

THE OWL MAN COMMETH

Henry really wasn't one to complain unless he was being dragged into camping hell. Usually he just quietly put up with whatever unpleasant thing was happening until it was over and then found somewhere quiet to wind down.

That wasn't a thing that could happen today. The chaos had been happening for nearly all day and now that it was dark, Henry was stupid enough to think, hey, maybe it's just not going to happen to me. Maybe the universe will take pity on me just this once and gloss over me like mom and dad used to do. There are plenty of other people in this house like Stumpy Legs McGee, Dig Man, The Horrifying Crab Boy, and Glamfox to pick on.

And that, apparently, was all it took.

He was quiet about it at first. He hid. Embarrassed, even though nobody could hear his stupid chaos provoking thought. But an owl man gets hungry in the middle of the night.

CRASH.

There go five plates. And standing in the middle of the carnage is Henry Townshend with huge brown wings for arms. All he wanted was a sandwich.


*insert upset baby bird sounds*

It has been days. Henry still has no hands. He has elected to sit on his ass on the kitchen floor, wings spread out before him like a huge feathery poncho, and hoot sadly until someone comes by and gives him a damn piece of popcorn.


Literally any night from now until the event ends at 3:00am sharp.

Maybe it's at Shark House. Maybe it's while you're at the store during a late-night snack run. Maybe it's during the Haunted House which is still functioning despite the invasion of mutants. You hear it.

"Hoot-hoot. Hoot-hoot. Hoot-hoot."

It's three-o-clock.

Upset baby bird

[exeggutorhead]

Envy has heard the telltale sound of hooting coming from the kitchen, and so of course he has to investigate. Henry doesn't sound like he's having a good time.

He stops in the doorway to the kitchen, ears pricked forward. UH.

"...are...you okay?"

...


"Other than being an owl, I mean."

[no_ufo_ending]

Henry stared up at his friend with his huge, sad, blood-red eyes.

"I haven't eaten in over nine hours because every container in this house requires hands to open."

[envy_the_sinners]

It's three-o-clock.

Scar sleeps poorly normally, and now that his head is a perfect chicken nugget, making it through the night just doesn't happen. He's downstairs for a glass of water and maybe a small snack, appreciating the silence hanging over the normally hectic house.

Until it's broken.

The skittishness brought on by this idiotic form takes hold once again, but Scar manages to reel it in so his feet only make a sizable dent in the kitchen floor before he drills an entire new piping system. He's learning to control the impulse to be underground, though he still lets out a chorus of distressed squeaks when Henry hoots.

What is that?

[no_ufo_ending]

"Hoot-hoot. Hoot-hoot. Hoot-hoot."

The hooting continued, echoing from down the hall. The bathroom.

[armoredsoul]

So much for ballet

Al is one of the last in the household to change, and when he does it happens...very suddenly. He's descending the stairs when suddenly his legs shift oddly, and his arms suddenly feel way too heavy--

"AGH!!" His bulk lower half is what stops him from tumbling all the way down the stairs, but it also leaves Al...very, very stuck. He makes a grinding, panicked noise and squirms, trying to push himself free without doing any more damage.

"Uh...g-guys? Help!!"

The house of no hands

Al is hungry. Al is very hungry. Al also has no goddamn hands and that is really starting to piss him off.

He's finally gotten the hang of walking through the first floor of the house without knocking too many things over, but the useless little claws on the ends of his arms aren't good for much more than picking up soft items like blankets or pillows. However, he does have some level of psychic powers now, and he doesn't want to be forced to ask Scar every time he wants a bowl of cereal or a sandwich.

Which is why he's in the kitchen with his Gardevoir staring very hard at a bowl with the jug of milk shakily floating next to it. This is a weird, weird thing to be coached on, but dangit he is going to figure this junk out!

Wildcard

man idek go crazy you whacky peeps

the house of no hands

[no_ufo_ending]

Henry stands next to Al and anxiously watches the jug levitate. He is muttering encouragements, both because he wants his friend to be freed from this handless hell and also because he doesn't want to ask Scar for help either.

"You can do it. Just concentrate. You can do this."

[armoredsoul]

"I'm trying!"

Al's tongue is sticking out as he concentrates. Slowly, shakily, the milk jug starts to tilt. A little more...a little more...

Suddenly Beryl and Sol come tearing into the kitchen with a loud cry as they have Pokewhammies right on through the house, and Al yelps and loses his concentration. Thankfully the jug only tumbles for a few moments before Anastasia catches and rights it, but there's still a bunch of spilled milk all over the counter now.

The little brats are out of the kitchen before Al can even start to scold them. "You...argh! I almost had it that time!"

Fuck you too failure ballerina

[exeggutorhead]

Envy was let out of his room at some point, and left the door open after that so he could go in and out. He is still mad that Al left him in there earlier.

So when he hears Al yelling from downstairs, he's way too gleeful when he saunters out of his room and perches on the top railing to look down. Oh. Oh this is perfect.

He doesn't cackle, but he's wearing an awful shit-eating grin as he looks down at his half-brother's predicament.

"Having trouble?"

[armoredsoul]

Oh hell no.

Al twists around as best he can and scowls up at Envy. "No, I wanted to get stuck int he railing. What does it look like?!"

[AUDIO, OCTOBER 18TH]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[Ring ring ring, ring ring ring, phonecall! Phonecall! Ring ring ring, ring ring ring, phonecall! Phonecall!]

[It pops up on the 'Gears of at LEAST the people she KNEW were in the house-- Henry, Lust, Greed, and Envy.]</sub>

Uhhh... guys?

Um?

Yeah, hi...

I, uh.

Kind of have a situation, here... is... is anybody home?

_{[I HAVE A TAIL AND I'M AWAY FROM HOME AND KIND OF ALARMED.]}

[AUDIO, OCTOBER 18TH]

[exeggutorhead]

[!!!]

[IT'S HEATHER.]

[Envy fumbles with trying to be quick about picking up the 'Gear in his useless claws, but he gets it. His ears are pricked right forward.]

Yeah, we're all here, are you--

...shit, Heather, you're fluffier than I am.

[OH MY GOD. THERE'S SO MUCH FLUFF. She doesn't seem to be actually hurt, but until he knows for sure he is going to at least try not to laugh. All four centuries of practice at keeping a straight face are required for this feat.]

[VIDEO, OCTOBER 18TH]

[foolishwren]

_{[She STARES at the creature on her screen, mouth slightly agape, for a good ten seconds.]}

.... Okay, so, first of all, I'm super relieved that I'm not the only one.

Second of all, holy shit.