#transformation horror

[nonetoon]

More of an unserious doodle to deal with the current predicament

[wazzappp]

I'm a woman of veeeeeery specific tastes when it comes to transformation horror

[meowmeowmeowmeow4x]

Dark Blue Moon and the Suffering Sun

Contento warning: violencia and blood and mild cannibalismo

Distant search horns shook Danny's ear fins, but he kept his eyes on the sun over the horizon, where mountain peeks emerged. He had to move quickly. Danny thrust forth with all his fins and gripped the still, small body in his arms. Stupid rich kids and their stupid ignorance about Amity Island. Danny cut through the water, and didn't bother to slow down upon reaching the shore. Crashing and tumbling through the sand, Danny recovered in seconds, and sat up in his arms. The kid's shirt gave way to Danny's claws, and he pressed his palms upon the kid's chest, and pumped like his life depended on it.

This innocent kid's life did.

He, Sam and Tucker had trained for hours on mannequins and real people out in the field, but who knows how long Damian had been underwater, how long he had been calling for help. Salty seawater gurgled out of the kid's mouth, but no more movement was to be found. Danny pressed his lips upon Damian's and exhaled. He pressed down on Damian's chest with just enough strength to avoid cracking every rib. Kiss of life. Press. Press. Kiss of life.

Most people would've been woken up by now. The crashing waves and wind over the lifeless body roared like a death toll. Six months as Phantom, dozens of attacks, and Danny was able to save everyone, everyone. He had to.

His arms, trained and honed from hundreds of hours in the water, burned as if stabbed by hot knives. His body was beginning to dry off, pearlescent white scales fading into pink skin. Glasslike flesh filling and hiding away internal organs and bones. Fins receding into bone. Tail snapping into and bones resetting. A human teenage boy kneeled over a child, tears rolling down his eyes. Why wasn't it working?

A rib cracked thunderous, and Danny hesitated for a brief second, but Damian stirred not. Danny continued. He could barely see his own arms, couldn't tell if the rhythm was even right. Despite arms growing wearier and wearier, strained and more strained. How could he ever look anyone in the face again, knowing Damian was right here, right now, and yet-

crack, another rib broke. He had to keep going. So many people were counting on him, even if they didn't know it. From Sam's parent's gossip, this kid apparently had a dozen and a half siblings, and a father who'd already lost his own parents.

Danny collapsed on the sand, naked and shivering. His fingertips felt numb. His toes felt numb. His body felt numb and his heart felt like it was harpooned and his brain was erratically screaming into the walls of his skull. There was no denying, no more.

Even if- Even if he could magically restart Damian's heart, and get his lungs pumping again, there was no human on earth who would not suffer irrevocable brain damage. The kid would be a vegetable for his entire life.

Not like it matters.

Danny wrenched a sob. He grabbed a handful of sand and throw it into the ocean. He slammed his fit into a rock and didn't even care when it came back bloody.

How could he return to Amity now? And tell Bruce Wayne to his face what he let happen.

Danny fell to the sand, numb again. It was his death, his drowning. He vowed it would be the last one, the last in Amity, and now...

And now...

Danny shot up. He leaned over Damian's corpse. Lightning fired off in his mind, and new anxiety gripped him, but above all, hope.

"I'm sorry." He said.

Danny dipped his hand into a tide pool, letting scales and webbing over take it. He opened his claws, and and sank them into damian's arm. Blood seeped out and coated the white scales. Twisting the claws he carved out a chunk of human flesh, and brought it to his mouth. Danny swallowed it in one gulp.

Next, he brought the claws to his own shoulders. In as swift a motion and much shriller a pained scream, strings of fresh siren meat were produced.

"Please forgive me." Danny prayed, to whatever unfeeling god was listening. He opened Damian's move, and shoved the bloody strips down the hatch.

The effect was instantaneous. Danny had to work quickly. Painful memories tied up in a cave resurface. The urge to push them down was ignored; now they had to be studied. He tore off the remainder of Damian's clothing, and carried him closer to the water line. Green scales emerged from Damian's belly like blades unearthed from a long-forgotten battle. Danny sank his claws into the gaps of Damian's ribs and tore long gashes in them. The scales climbed up Damian's chest. Danny rolled the child's body on its side as they swept over his back. Bones cracked and snapped and broke, as spikes pushed out from underneath his spinal column, slimy thin webbing already connecting them.

Beneath, Damian's toes elongated as if stretched by a black hole. Bones shattered into dust underneath, all to be more malleable for the final product. The skin wasn't much better off either. As it stretched to its paper-thin limits and tore, more and more scales came forth to cover the damage.

Danny felt green in the gills. He couldn't bear the strain of those memories, and erupted with bile, hunched over. He couldn't bare to spectate as Damian twisted and bended like putty anymore. He'd already failed and violated the kid enough.

Danny dived into the water. The least he could do was make sure he didn't wake up hungry.

[whereserpentswalk]

You're a cyborg, but you're not like most other cyborgs. Most other cyborgs have these inhuman looking bodies that combine flesh and steel, but you're different, all your upgrades are on the inside. You were upgraded to be constantly interfacing with the digital world around you, computer parts placed into your brain, and eyes made to see things that were never there, your entire body always online.

Despite how human you look people can still tell there's something wrong with you. Your vacant stare, your hands always moving in weird ways, the way you always seem in your own world. It's hard to actually act like a person, even talking to people is hard when it's become an action far more deliberate and far less natural than texting. You find yourself chatting online with people who are next to you. It doesn't matter, nobody would clock you as human despite the softness of your skin.

You see parts of the world that you could never see otherwise. You can communicate with every peice of technology you can see, get messages from it, interact with them as if you were a shaman interacting with spirits, or mabye that's just how shamans work in movies, you were never the type to know. When you see something you have extra information on it, and you're always getting messages on things, from the news, to the temperature, to the prices of things you see in stores. But than again, it's hard to see the beauty of a sunset when the voices in your head are trying to tell you it's heat.

You're never looking at just one thing anymore. You're a programmer, it's the main reason you have such upgrades, and you're expected to always have the tabs in your brain where your code is stored open, to always be working on it even when you're doing something else. Not to mention that you have enough of a presence on social media so that you're always expected to be connected to those websites too, you're always posted, always able to be contacted. Not to mention at any time your boss could call you through your ears, and see through your silver eyes.

You're never without your inner world. There's always music playing in your head. You see and hear advertisements everywhere, even when you're alone at home, you wish for a momment they would stop. Even a deep conversation with a freind, or a momment in bed with a partener, still has ads playing, still might be interrupted by a video advertisement taking up your field of view, or someone messaging you about something you posted, or an algorithm showing you a post. Every personal momment is eaten by the impersonal. You want to rip your metal eyes out, but you know it wouldn't help, the algorithm would be all you could still see.

[fluffle-writes]

Fanmade entry based on the game Home Safety Hotline (my recreation of the UI isn't perfect but it's close enough lol.) To make the image I just mushed together some stock images and applied a bunch of shading layers and filters until it looked distorted enough to hide all my mistakes

WARNINGS: Horror, body horror, unreality, metamorphosis, referenced child harm

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DESCRIPTION:

Deerfolk have the stature of bipedal deer, and t heir 'arms' appear to be almost human in structure, tipped with long, scythe-like claws. Their eyes also give off a faintly red glow. Looking at them for too long seems to warp a person's perception of their surroundings. Male Deerfolk often have antlers whereas female Deerfolk lack them.

DANGER:

Male Deerfolk are more aggressive, however they rarely hunt humans outside of winter months. They do pose a threat to pets and livestock year-round, leaving them as empty corpses on the outskirts of forests after any hunts.

Female Deerfolk have a peculiar behaviour where they may target human children, feeding them berries or flowers over the course of a week, which triggers a metamorphosis in the child that will eventually transform them into a young fawn.

Evidence of transformation may be higher amounts of energy, thicker hair, abnormal nonverbal behaviour, abnormal screaming when outdoors, insistence to go into the trees, and (in males) development of lumps around the top of the head or temples.

SOLUTION:

Deerfolk can be repelled by nailing a horseshoe to the outside of your house, as well as applying a capsaicin spray around the outskirts of any forested area near your home.

In the case of infected children, the change cannot be reversed, and it is advised that parents either release it into the forest or contact HSH pest removal services to handle the removal of an infected fawn.

[neon-draws-sometimes]

WERWWOLF FRESH HE HAS ZERO SWAG!!!

[strangestcase]

im such a sucker for the trope in which. A character transforms into a different form and the physical change comes with a mental one and from the characters perspective it’s like there wasn’t even a change because it’s all natural to them and the person they were prior to the change is gone for as long as they remain transformed. I’m also a sucker for the trope in which the same thing happens but the other way around and it’s a drastic mental change what influences the characters body to change with their mind. yes I’m a jekyll and hyde fan how could you tell.

[spookcataloger]

In the eyes of my beholder

[towelclips]

Look out for that first transformation...

It's a lulu!

[nana-bird]

Some Evy horror because that's my mood

Uncensored version on patreon

[nonetoon]

Whoops 🤠

[yabusame-houlen-official]

⚠⚠⚠ Body Horror, Helplessness, Transformation Horror

"Kuroji... whoever the hell you are... please... don't leave me here alone any longer..."

drawing of @vertex-emit's horror AU, a hypothetical scenario

[inspectorspacetimerevisited]

The horror episodes nowadays rarely phase me in the least,

probably because of all the Classic Series stories that relied very heavily upon the squick factor.

[waksworldrebooted]

Reunion of The Masked Band (FNAF Transformation Horror One-Shot)

Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60197992

Happy Halloween! Figured I make my own take on a Fazbear Frights-esque story (if it locked the frick in). More info at the bottom of the fanfic.

[whereserpentswalk]

Reblog to curse your followers and mutuals.

[neon-draws-sometimes]

Idk what’s up with this guy I just had an idea tbh