09-13-2018, 07:36 AM
the bodyswaps!:
Sometimes Bakugou wishes that he could say that his life in this world started with him being born, born to two parents or a widow or whatever who raised him until he decided to move into The Typhoon. It'd be easier that way. No flashes of a life that once was, no moments of crisis where he became unsure he had even been human at all. Instead, is life in his world started with what he heard. Noise. A great big ocean of noise crashing to his ears, deafening him until everything went still, enveloped in a cloak of blackness and quiet. He would say that the world had turned stone cold but there was no feeling after that, only the pain of betrayal followed by a somber silence, a nothingness. If he thinks too far into it, he can sense these memories where he existed only as remnants, a sensation of existing but knowing nothing at the same time. There were no thoughts or regrets, no sweet tears as he looked down at people. Heck, he doesn't even remember looking down from the heavens or even trying to crawl out of the depths of an afterlife. He probably didn't even realise he had existed that one time, that he had once been alive. Maybe in that state, that sensation of free-falling into an endless escape, he probably didn't even know what being alive was.
Then there was sound and a groggy, unsettling feeling of not recognising his own hands. He was right to say that he couldn't feel the coldness of his fingers because there were none, only stubs which sat at where his phalanges used to stretch and curl. When he opened his eyes, it felt fuzzy and then it all began to be reborn within his mind, a firework of memories replacing his state of naivety and childishness into one of anger, confusion and shame. Some days, Bakugou wakes up in a flurry of panic. His own face feels wet, freezing to the bone because the air is always drifting into his home and making him shiver. After a while, the reaver has come to realise that his body was not actually his body. No, he's heard of possessions. It's very much possible that there had been someone else who had owned this body, someone else who had either died or been taken over completely by Bakugou's tired soul. He's convinced that if he lets his guard down enough, closes his eyes for too long, that someone will come back and throw him back into the abyss, that void which lined between reality and dreams.
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Of course, Bakugou's mistake is thinking so hard and long about this subject of waking up in another man's body for there was a godly deity which lurked within the minds of many creatures, bored and looking for lives to toy with. Her eyes are glistening with mischief, spectral hands moving in a way that challenged time and space itself. One day, the Gayphoon will come to learn of her blessed name, her name which made every mortal quake: Nintendo Switch.
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It was one morning that Bakugou felt especially agitated. He didn't feel tired but he wanted to continue his slumber, continue to let his eyes close and waste away. But the more the reaver rolled over, the more he begun to notice irregularities with his body. There was something wrong and he realises the familiar warmth of his body had disappeared. He felt...cold. Also, there was a lack of pain which lined along the cluster of muscles which lined his limbs, no aching or sores. Also, no bitter taste in his mouth. Bakugou, now lying on his back, begins to notice more things abnormal to him. He takes in a deep breath, expecting to feel his body heat rush towards his centre to energise and become a ball of flame ready to be released. Nothing, he feels nothing that he pulls himself up immediately, forcing his eyelids open after having spent so long trying to hold them shut. He looks around, ears hot in bewilderment of where he was. He's never been here before, never expected to see such different decorations to his house. The reaver, in fact, was about to stand up and go hunt down whoever had played such a vexing trick on him when he notices his paw.
Suddenly he realises this isn't just a low-level prank. His eyes, ablaze in confusion and panic, rise from his paw to his now lankier limbs. He feels his heart drop, face flushed when he looks quickly for a mirror and tries to dash towards it. Bakugou realises that this body, this strange body he has yet to identify, has a limp...and at the same time, Bakugou was taller. Never before had the male had an issue with his height compared to other Typhooners but only now did it begin to dawn on him just how small he was, this world he had been missing out on. But Bakugou doesn't freeze and ponder for long, finding his reflection and forcing himself to look into the eyes he knew to be Marcellus'. His neurons were all over the place, overwhelmed by what felt too real to be a dream. Marcellus. He looked like Marcellus. This was Marcellus' body. He was saying the privateer's name so many times in his head that the male no longer seemed to be a real, as if Marcellus himself had only been a figment of his imagination.
No, focus. He had to focus despite the unwanted circumstances. If Bakugou had that king cheetah's body, then who had Bakugou's? They must have swapped, right? The reaver snarls, displeased with these events as he walks out onto the beach, ears flattened against his skull in awkwardness and embarrassment of the events. He doesn't want anyone to notice his current...condition. Even though Bakugou looked like the piebald privateer, he still felt like himself because it was him who knew the horrible truth of it all. "Marce-..." he cuts off, biting his tongue in annoyance. He'd look like a madman if he called out for his 'own' name. He doesn't want to waste time explaining his situation to everyone either. They'd all laugh at him and Bakugou scrunches his nose, expressing his signature scowl upon Marcellus' face. Bakugou tries to call out whoever must have been inhabiting his body once again, walking towards his own hut and hoping not to hear any clashes or bangs because the night before he had worked hard to put everything in a new order. "Bakugou? Bakugou, where the fu-...where are you?" It feels weird calling out his own name. The reaver can be vain and egotistical, but not that proud.
