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[As Cu Chulainn awoke one morning from uneasy dreams, he found himself transformed into who the fuck even knows.]

[At first, it was hard to notice anything was different at all. He felt like a mess, sure. But he'd attributed that to coming down with a cold--that was something humans did, right? Totally normal, whatever. Except...it kinda felt like there was something sticking out of his mouth. And...wait, did his fingernails always look like claws? No, no indeed they did not.]

[Finding a mirror taught Lancer three things. One: his already sharp canines were now fangs about an inch long. Two, his hair was now three different colors. And three, something was very not right here.]


WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!


[video]

[The result is this: broadcast across Johto is one noticeably fanged Lancer with tri-colored hair. He's moved from 'shock' to 'annoyance', resting his head on one clawed hand.]

Yeah, so this? Isn't funny. I already felt like a goddamn truck hit me, I don't see why someone's out to make me that misera--

[And then he sneezed. Fire, to be exact. A small flame that dissipated quickly, but a flame nonetheless. Lancer paused at that, and the smirk that worked its way across his face was only made more devilish by the obvious fangs sticking out of his mouth.]

...but that, I could get used to.

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