can u do a tf for gabora from zelda majora's mask. big bulky and speaks in grunts!
Good request. This time I have something new in mind for how I’m going to deliver this order to you. Check your phone; I've sent you some coordinates to where your order will be.
“Must be a smithy.” He mused. “And an abandoned one at that, why’d he send me here?” He added.
On the derelict, dusty ground lie a massive, heavy hammer. Attempting to pick it up yielded nothing. Too heavy for his frail form.
And on the front counter? The main attraction, a helmet. Although it looked more like a broken cauldron than a helmet. It was rusty and old, one quarter of the helmet was completely torn off, the rest of the cauldron held together by thick iron strips that stretched across various areas of the helmet. Despite all of this, it was authentic. If it truly was a forgery, then the attention to detail was spot on. The metal felt real, the rust felt real. The helmet... felt real.
"Might as well get my money's worth." He uttered as he held the helmet above his head. It was heavy, not heavy like hammer, but heavy. He put it atop his ahead. As expected it was heavy. Hard to move around or crane his head. He was tempted to put it off, but...
A hot flush washed over him. He was hot, sweaty and dizzy. His wobbled and stumbled around like a drunken man and groaned like a tired animal, words came out slurred and slow in between animalistic grunts, his muscles felt sore and tired. He just felt weird.
'Whhatt the fuuuuu---gggggggghhhhhh..." That felt wrong. Why'd he grunt...? Those words felt normal until he suddenly grunted loudly. It felt wrong, but it felt so right. Like it was something he did all the time. Like it was second nature to grunt instead of talk. He scratched his head as a light air of fuzziness washed over his brain.
His skin felt strange. It was turning pale. Paler than any regular human, pale like a ghost. His skin was turning an inhuman light grey! He felt a zombie with this skin color. Smelt like it, too, yeesh!
Damnit... his body... it was sore and tired before but now it was really apparent, he needed to somewhere to sit down and catch his breath. Taking deep, very loud breaths, his field of vision shot up. He was getting taller, bigger, stronger.
"HOLY GGGURRRRAAAAHHHHHH" He roared, suddenly flailing around wildly. Wasn't he supposed to say 'holy crap' instead of grunting and flailing around like an animal? But that didn't matter to him right now, because he was getting stronger, bigger.
His muscles, oh god. His muscles were growing! Fuck, his biceps blew up and became massive, his hands grew thick and beefy, and his chest was hard as steel, with solid abs to boot. His legs grew slightly to accommodate his growing form. He wanted to scream, ask what the hell was going on... and he did.
"GGRRRRRRRAAAAHHHHHH!!!!" Is what came out, instead.
"RRRGGGGHHHH?" He asked. "OOOOGGGHHHHRAAAA!?" Where were his words? His human words? Why was he grunting and roaring like an animal? Why can't he speak, he thought?
Of course, the powers that be wouldn't let him think on this, or think at all for very long. As a wash of brain fogginess clouded his brain and made him feel all funny as he scratched his head and grunted. His brain, once at an average IQ. Began to shrink and smooth until it was nothing but a shiny, compliant organ that he never used. The only thoughts in his head were "LISTEN TO MASTER.", "FORGE.", "HAMMER." and a name; "GABORA." That... was his name.
"Gnngggaaa guuuuu...GURRRAAAHHHH!!!!!" He rambled as he flailed around as the brain fog ceased and everything returned to "normal".
Gabora spotted the hammer on the floor. Gabora picked up with no issue. It was time to forge. Master would be home soon and he does NOT like it when Gabora wastes time.
"Ungghhh gurrahhh..." Gabora grunted softly. Waddling to Gabora's workspace, Gabora started to work, forging the best swords in the land.
