The Four Other Me : Chapter 1

Royce POV
"WWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"  I screamed with the force of several rockets blasting off into space. I dashed into the bathroom to my horror, there was a humanoid weasel looking back at me in the mirror, the same disbelief prominent on his features. My face had completely changed into a weasel, a yellow-bellied weasel to be specific, with big round green eyes looking back at me. I raised my hand to see that there were shorter, nails morphing into claws, I was covered with brown and yellow fuzz as far as I can see. Suddenly, I feel a painful sensation shot up my spine, sending jolts of lightning into my head. The pain didn't stop but strangely I wanted it to continue, its pain but its good pain like tearing a scab of dried hardened blood of your previously injured wound. I open my eyes to see a brown furry tail swishing around behind me, I moved it into my fingertips, rubbing the sensitive fur there then I let go, making my tail wag like a dog would then, curling it into a tight ball. "I could get used to this." I didn't realised I said that out loud, even if I didn't they would know. "Good." replied a feminine voice, walking in to the bathroom. "You need new pants." She told me, averting her eyes and making me shriek in a high voice that would have shamed any church choir. Rose toss me a black baggy jeans with intricate patterns at the side, it felt comfortable with my tail poking out at the end, not to mention stylish. "You have to stop doing that." The cheetah complained, rubbing her tortured ears with her left paw.  I went out, putting on a checker blue shirt before taking my black flat cap, fitting snugly between my ears while wrapping my neck with a black and blue scarf. I burst out of the bathroom letting Kyle, Elliot and Corey a good view of me.  "Wow, you looked good." Kyle stated, being the first one out of shock. "Nice scarf." The typical raccoon answer, smiling. The fox said nothing because he had nothing to say. 'Aren't you forgetting something?" the fox asked suddenly asked, looking at my grandfather clock, the old family heirloom. "Like what?" I asked, having not a clue, "I'll give you a hint, look at the grandfather clock." He insisted playing mind games with me. I looked at it, seeing nothing different until I saw the time, it pointed 1 o'clock. I raised an eyebrow to this. Elliot smacked his face and then pull his paw down until it reached his nose, just like me when someone seemed a little too slow. "Today, you have a veterinarian asking for your predictions at one." He stated flatly. "But the grandfather." I was cut short. "You fixed it, remember?" he said knocking my forehead with each word. As if it was right on cue, "We have company!" Kyle shouted, taking a peek outside.  A ring, the doorbell we all looked at each other before quickly hiding under my long kitchen table.

"Hello?" I heard a deep voice, I heard a creaking sound of a door opening, saw the boots of the vet walking down the hallway, his feet stopped right in front of my face, hidden by the tablecloth, I thought I was safe… before he went to take a seat on the other side knocking Rose, "What the?" I heard him say bending down to find five animals staring back at him. "Well, this is unexpected." Kyle said earning him a smack on the nose from all of us. "Arrggghhh!" he screamed before smacking his head on the table. "I say we tie him to a chair." Rose said, before I could say anything, the others said "Hear, hear!" So… that's what happened. I finally finished explaining to the bored vet tied into a comfortable armchair the sunset shining golden light into the dining room.  I was now a complete weasel beside the fact that I could talk, wore a scarf a cap, the only clothing on me. "So will you help?" I asked the veterinarian, he sighed, "I will if you UNTIE ME FROM THIS STUPID CHAIR!!!"