Otis vs. Chicken
(Remastered in Super Duper High Definition)
I am thankful that I am far enough along in my grief that these Facebook reminders don't upset me anymore. I miss Otis a lot, but his photos still bring me joy.
It's Godzilla! No.. it's just Leon having a bad day
It's been a long time since I've actually wrote anything for a fanfic. So.. I did have grammarly help me since I have terrible dyslexia but here's my interpretation of Godzilla!Leon when Leon changes for the first time.
I also don't really have a set time placement, just that it takes place way after re4.
For @polarspaz who inspired this idea with their Devil Trigger!Leon and the dumb comment post I made afterwards
"Leon, you look like shit." Hunnigan's voice crackled through the earpiece, tinny and distant.Leon Kennedy exhaled through his nose, leaning against the brick wall of the alleyway. The city hummed around himâcar horns, distant sirens, the rhythmic thump of bass from a club two blocks over. His skin itched. Not the usual post-mission exhaustion itch, but something deeper, crawling beneath his flesh like ants mapping out new territory.
"Yeah, well," he muttered, rolling his shoulder, "you try getting thrown through a window by a B.O.W. and see how you look." His ribs ached. That was normal. The nausea wasnât.
Hunnigan sighed. "Just get to the extraction point. Medicalâs waiting."
Leon pushed off the wall, his boots scraping against wet pavement. The alley smelled like rotting takeout and motor oilânormal city stenchesâbut beneath it all, his own sweat carried a sharp, metallic tang. Wrong. His stomach lurched again, and he swallowed hard. Not now. Not here.
He made it three steps before his knees buckled. Concrete rushed up to meet him, but the impact never came. Instead, his palms hit the ground with a wet crack, fingers splayed wideâtoo wide. His nails darkened, lengthened, keratin splitting as black claws punched through the tips. A sound tore from his throat, half-groan, half-roar, as his spine twisted with a series of audible pops.
"Leon? Leon!" Hunnigan's voice sputtered in his ear, but the words dissolved into static. His earpiece melted against his skin, absorbed like wax into the expanding mass of his skull. Shoulders broadened, muscles writhing beneath his jacket until the seams split. Fabric hung in tatters as his chest heaved, ribs cracking apart only to reform thicker, heavier, each breath a furnace blast.
The alley walls shrank around himâno, he was growing. Brickwork crumbled under his thrashing tailâ tail?âas his spine elongated, vertebrae knitting together in a grotesque parody of evolution. His vision swam, colors bleeding into heat signatures, the world rendered in pulsing reds and yellows. Something primal uncoiled in his gut, a hunger that had nothing to do with food.
Leon tried to scream, but his jaw unhinged with a wet snap, his teeth lengthening into jagged fangs that scraped against his own thickening tongue. The taste of copper flooded his mouthâhis own blood, hot and metallic. His fingers twitched, claws gouging deep furrows into the pavement as his forearms bulged, scales erupting across his skin like armor plating. The pain was a living thing, a wildfire racing through every nerve ending, but beneath it, something worse: the terrifying clarity of awareness. He could feel his body changing, molecule by molecule.
A car alarm wailed nearby, the sound slicing through the haze. Leon turned his massive headâwhen had his neck grown so long?âand saw his reflection in a shattered storefront window. The creature staring back was monstrous, spines jutting from its hunched back, eyes glowing like liquid nitrogen. His stomach lurched again, not from nausea, but from sheer horror. This wasnât him. This couldnât be him. Yet when he tried to speak, all that came out was a guttural snarl, his vocal cords reshaped into something unrecognizable.
The only dumb thing that seem to be recognizable was his hair. Although it seem to be more thicker and shaggier but... the longer he stared at his reflection Leon realized he didn't look like just any overgrown lizard glowing blue.
AHAHAHA! YESSSS! THIS WAS PERFECT! OH MAN THIS IS SOME PEAK BODY HORROR BABY! The descriptions of the transformation were so juicy and visceral, YOU TOTALLY NAILED IT!
OMG that ending had me cackling like a hyena! The sheer absurdity of this AU will never cease to delight me!
@polarspaz 's Past Refraction AU has not left my mind since I found it and I was not planning on writing anything for it, but like a fish flying mock 5, it it in the side of the head while I was trying to go to sleep. So at 2am my plans changed and so spent the next 40 min jotting it down. And now I present the finished product!!
Thank you polarpaz for the inspiration once more!
The suspended platform bellow them shook and lurched in its downward decent into the abyss. His knees smacked the metal hard, his body giving into the dark slithering ache of his being, brought on by the black leaching veins visible on his pale skin. Labored breath escaped his bloody lips as the screeching of metal echoed in his ringing ears. His body sagged awkwardly on his knees as his tired gaze pleaded for the young blonde reaching so desperately for him on the ledge above to flee. To not suffer the trauma of his inevitable downfall. To survive this place unlike he will. To escape unlike so many in this cursed remains of a city. To live like so many he failed to save. To not be one of his so many regrets.
But at least he was able to save someone. To save her.
A weak cough scraped his throat and shot sparking pain through him as a White shadow moved to stand over him. He never lowered his head no matter how defeated he felt. No matter the acceptance. No matter the pain it brought. He stared down the barrel of the extended barrel of a modified weapon held in dark gloved hands. Even when his vision blurred and doubled. The audible click of the hammer resonated through him prepared for what was to come.
âLEON!!â
He heard her scream, voice hoarse and pained echoing around the large descending tunnel. Knowing her tears were there but unable to see them or comfort her. The concussive blast of the white shadows pistol deafened everything bring blinding white pain with it, but he could still hear distant call of his name resonating around him growing deeper. His head whipped back at the force of the bullet shattering his skull, blood spraying around him like a halo and the blurry world went abruptly black.
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Marvin Branaghâs breath hitched in his throat as the Rookie Leon S Kennedy who was told to stay away days ago was manhandled by one of the rotting corpses of this dieing city. The thing that was once his colleague bit hard into the shoulder of the younger man tearing through clothe, skin, and muscle with a sickening squelch. Not moments ago the kid was ready to dispatch the lumbering disease that followed Marvin into the main hall. But before the startled but confident Rookie could get the shot off he lurched forwards clutching at his head in pain allowing the rotted corpse to lunge with surprising speed and attack.
Marvinâs throat went dry momentarily forgetting about the chunk of flesh and muscle missing from his abdomen as he grabbed for his knife with a bloody shaking hand. The large blade slide free with little effort, its stainless steel already flecked with blood. He took a regretful and mournful step forward, cursing himself for whatâs happening to the poor Rookie whoâd walked into his grave. Morning the man the kid could have been and the unmovable conviction he briefly displayed.
Mid-step the hairs on the back of his neck and arms raised stopping Marvin in his tracks, strides away from the slaughter as an eeriness took over the room worse than what blanketed the city. The sinking pit in his gut that accompanied him for days opened into a deep endless cavern, and his hardened brown eyes widened in shock and horror as the rookies head jerked back like being hit with a sudden concussive forces as a silent scream escaped his parted lips. Marvinâs mind reeled back in horror as Leonâs skin peeled, flaking off in pale and red meaty chunks, revealing a partially cracked bone white skull underneath. The shadows of the skull darkened as void black smoke escaped from the edges of the parted jaw, with even a small trail of it exited from a shattered hole in the center of the forehead. The once dirty blond loose hair lengthened to its neck and darkened in color with streaks of grey forming at what should have been the temples. Black flames erupted around its body burning away the casual clothing of the once rookie replacing it with broader shoulders and a black fur lined leather jacket. Marvin watched as it traveled down Leonâs frozen form watching as his hands suffered the same fate as his once pretty boy face with the tattered sleeves of the leather resting on them. The tattered hem of the jacket ended just bellow the waist with dark grey pants replaced the scuffed jeans with dark worn combat boots finishing out the new form of the creature in front of him. The void black flames died down but still licking at the shoulders of the slightly taller imposing figure of the once rookie.
Fear spiked through Marvin as the agape jaw of the creature snapped shut with a resounding âclackâ of teeth and burning icy blue ethereal eyes lit like a flame in the dark empty sockets. Another wave of fear washed through Marvin as the beings head slowly lowered to the rotted corpse desperately sinking its teeth into its shoulder. A slow precise bone hand reach up grabbing a fist full of loose hair before violently ripping the rotted corpses mouth from its now smoking shoulder, dislocating its jaw and breaking teeth from their roots causing them to clatter to the marbled floor. With a firm grasp on the swaying corpse, the creature reached behind and underneath the hem of its tattered leather jacket, pulling free a sharp hatchet, its blade shattered looking and glinting in the yellow lights of the large open hall. With a glint of steel the hatches was brought up to the struggling corpses neck before being forcefully ripped through the tendons and bone causing the body to go limp and collapse, gravity detaching what remains of the neck from its head that was held steadfast in an unyielding grasp.
Marvin took an involuntary step back, his mind reeling and instincts screaming as his foot connected with stray debris scattered on the floor, the noise drawing the attention of the ethereal creature that replaced the Rookie Cop Leon S Kennedy. The sharp blue glow of its eyes locked onto him sending shivers down Marvinâs spine and dread though his being. Without breaking eye contact with Marvinâs frozen form, it tossed the decapitated head aside before turning completely towards him revealing a dark grey-blue shirt tight against its frame with two straps around its abdomen likely for a harness and a tactical belt around its waist. With the full brunt of the creatures attention Marvin found he couldnât move, couldnât breath, and couldnât think. Fear locking him in place no matter how hard he begged himself to move as its imposing figure took step after step towards him the shattered blade of the hatchet glinting with each step towards him.
He couldnât bring himself to look away from his possible impending death. Couldnât comprehend the thing in front of him was nothing more that a 21 year old kid fresh out of the academy moments ago. Couldnât even begin to think or understand what had just happened. Dread and acceptance washed over him with each millisecond it got closer. He felt his sticky blood covered hand tighten around the tactical green hilt of his knife subconsciously ready to defend in his frightened state as the creature was mere strides away from him. But before instinct could act it stuttered, its frame tilting forwards as its ethereal blue eyes flickered like a dying flame. The created momentum carrying it forwards and straight to the ground with a resounding âthudâ. Marvinâs gaze lingered where the skeleton like creature was before slowly traveling down to where its form now lay mere inches from him face down. In pure shock and surprise Marvin watches as the form practically melted revealing the battered form of rookie cop Leon Kennedy. Taking another step back Marvinâs unoccupied hand traveled to his still sluggishly bleeding abdomen wound as his gaze never left the young unconscious form in front of him.
Oh man, I gotta hand it to Marvin, he actually held his ground and did not bolt! I love how NERVOUS he was too when Leon started to approach him in his Revenant form, the implication he might be next to die, only for Leon to fall over and pass out! XD
THE DESCRIPTIONS WERE SO GOOD TOO!
THIS WAS AWESOME! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SHARING THIS!
I donât draw the beta kids together nearly enough.
Iâve got a lot of stuff going on irl as of late so I wanted to go all out for at least day one just in case I only have time for sketches on the other days.
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