#giant!chris

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AAAUGGGHH I READ A REALLY CUTE GIANT!CHRIS CLIMBING CLASS FANFIC AND I NEED MORE!!!! I NEED GIANT CHRIS AND HIS TINY RECOVERING PSYCHOPATH BABY I NEED IT. this is how i die TTuTT ((fanfic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/5229338))

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Cursed Heritage - [14/?]

Summary: Months after returning and recovering from their hellish time in Blackwood Mountain, the group reunites for the first time outside of therapy to go to a new Greek Mythology exhibit at the Museum, only to discover that the 'Curse of the Wendigo' isn't the only malediction they have to fear. [After much consideration I've decided to write a multichaptered UD fic to keep up with my writing practices! This story will focus on the preternatural side of the Until Dawn universe, which means curses! However this time around it'll be a little close to home for the characters to deal with instead of becoming a by-chance discovery like Hannah's fate.]

   Talking to Josh had definitely helped Chris calm down. The blond youth felt more at home knowing that someone was watching out for him...Even if the reason behind it was quite hard to wrap your head around. It was good to keep his mind busy, he really didn't like the idea of Cyrillus coming back to pester him if he was alone. But, even if things were a little bit less uncomfortable at the moment, the bespectacled teen began to notice some things about the brunet.    During their conversational banter Chris noted how often Josh's eyes seemed to shift to the left or right. How he seemed a bit spaced out for a few seconds before going back to staring up into Chris' eyes. The eye contact didn't last long. His hands were twitchy as well...Was Josh having difficulty keeping focus? Was the topic starting to bore him?    A frown found it's way onto the mixed-heritage blond's face as he observed his ranting friend. He was definitely not looking at his eye, that green gaze of his darting away in various directions, almost as if double checking for something or another... A thought occurred to Chris, a thought he didn't really like. 'Perhaps the Fool is off his rocker once more?' Cyrillus' icy tone startled Chris ever so slightly before an annoyed glare claimed it's place on his face. 'Not now' he thought angrily. 'Josh doesn't need to listen to me rambling like a lunatic.' 'Such harsh words Christopher. Such harsh words that describe your precious pretty fool so fittingly.' Cyrillus mocked. 'Fuck you! Josh isn't a lunatic nor a fool!' Chris' glare intensified. 'He's my friend. My best friend! But I suppose you don't know what that is considering you don't have any friends!' 'Oh my, it seems my presence alone has already began to change you. How beautiful...' 'What? No it hasn't?' A look of concern crossed the blond's features, taking the glare's place. He didn't feel different? 'Oh but it must! You wouldn't be so cruel as to pick on someone for not having allies? Or would you? Are you secretly cruel Christopher? You must be...Because I had not come along yet when you decided to allow the Brute to manhandle the Fool like a toy...That was all you wasn't it boy?' 'What? No! I didn't--' 'But you did! I can see it! You even tied him up to a post...Tied him up and left him for dead like an ill animal...My my Christopher Freund...You and I aren't so different at all it seems.' "No!" Chris cringed at the mere idea of it. He was nothing like Cyrillus, he couldn't be! "C-Cochise?"    Chris looked down, realizing Josh was looking at him oddly. It then occurred to him that his last protest had come out aloud and not in his own mind. Great, now Josh probably thought something was up...Not that it wasn't, clearly something was indeed 'up', besides him that is. "Are you ok? You looked kinda spaced out dude..." Josh asked, scratching his arm absentmindedly.    Oh, he was spaced out? As if Josh hadn't been unfocused during their conversation as well, who was he to question if something didn't seem right with Chris? 'Compared to you, he is nothing...And when he realizes it he'll run away just like those others who fled as soon as they saw your greatness...'    A shiver ran down his spine. Despite currently not talking with Cyrillus, the giant was still going to insist on pestering him. And even if he was right and Jess and Matt had...Ran away from him...That didn't mean Josh would do the same.......Right? "I'm uh...My head is, my head is bothering me a bit." He lied, hoping Josh wouldn't catch on. He didn't need to bother him with this at the moment. "Oh...Well uh, I guess that's normal? You did just grow a ton dude. You're like a...Uh...Baby Godzilla sized or something?" "Ouch..." "I didn't mean that in a bad way or anything! Just uh...Size reference?" "Do you even know how big a baby Godzilla would be?" "Nah, just know it'd still be pretty big and you're pretty fucking ginormous bro. No offence."    Chris rolled his eyes before spotting Mike in the distance. It seemed like he'd managed to convince Matt and Jess to come back...But they'd refused to get out of the car. How pleasant of them, as if the blond didn't feel bad enough already. "Looks like it's time for you to chow down." Josh grinned. "Hope they brought some pizza." "Hope it's a thousand pizzas, I'm pretty hungry and I don't think just one will cut it for me." Chris admitted as his stomach began to rumble at the mere thought of food. How he'd wished he'd got to taste Ashley's food before he left. "A thousand pizzas...I could fill up a bathtub with a thousand pizzas!" Josh's face lit up at the idea.    A chuckle escaped the blond as he considered this. A pizza-bath did not sound pleasant, not in the least, but just watching Josh grinning about something so absurd was, well, very Josh-like! It was good to see that the new meds weren't messing too much with his mood, Chris knew how much his friend hated when that happened.    The warm feeling all but vanished as the gargantuan bespectacled teen thought back to what he'd been thinking about earlier, before Cyrillus interrupted him so abruptly. Josh's medication. After Blackwood, Chris had looked up the pills that his best friend had been prescribed previously. He'd looked into what sort of effects it had, or possible side effects. It hadn't been pretty. The blond had been horrified when he read the long list of maladies that those tiny little pills could bring, the headaches, the hallucinations...And stopping taking them? It had been one of the reasons why Chris had been so willing to forgive Josh. Partially, it was his fault for stopping...But genuinely? The entirety of the ordeal just seemed like everyone's fault, even his own. Mostly, the medication itself was the blame. It was just too strong and it clearly did not work properly. So knowing that Dr.Hill had prescribed something else? It made him feel a little bit better about the situation. More secure. These had to work...They just had to! He couldn't bare to watch Josh crash like he had in the shed.    Still...That spaced out look...The lack of focus? That shouldn't be happening right? He needed to pay closer attention to Josh, he just did. Chris really did feel like it was much more important than caring for his own immense sized problem. The blond could certainly deal with the annoying giant's spirit. He had to. For everyone's sake, specially Josh's at this point... "That's it, I'm filling the Malibu vacation house's pool with pizza next time we go there!"    The blond blinked as he was brought back to the present. Had Josh still been talking about pizza and artificial bodies of water? Seems so...Hopefully he hadn't noticed Chris hadn't been listening to him for a bit. "Dude, your parents would be pretty pissed off if they had to get the pool filters fixed because of cheese dripping into the inner workings." "Let them be angry all they want Cochise, it'd be SO worth it!" "What? Swimming in cheese?! Ew no, it'd be gross and greasy!" "What would be?" Mike asked as he walked closer to the two, the car following him the whole way at a snail's pace.    Josh grinned happily, which made Chris laugh. Despite the sharp teeth, that smile was still all Josh and as goofy looking as usual. "Josh wants to fill up the vacation house's pool with pizza." The blond replied, rubbing a tear out of his eye. "Really? Dude, that'd be pretty gross! The sun'd make all of the cheese melt into a sticky mess!" Mike cringed. "You two are such killjoys, you know that?" The Washington boy pouted. "No, we're reasonable people. We gotta make sure you don't end up causing your parents any financial grief." Chris pointed out, grinning from ear to ear. "Fuck that shit, if I fucked up the pool they'd just get a bigger and better one. Have you met my dad? He bought a mountain and put a shooting range near a ski lodge, as if that wasn't asking for trouble..." "Said mountain was also cursed by crazy native american cannibal spirits." Mike added. "See? Double trouble. Guns and monsters. Lesson here? Never buy a mountain if you're rich."    Chris rolled his eyes at this. The mountain was still pretty touch a subject in his opinion, but at least now Josh was actually talking about it instead of becoming reclusive like before. That still...Worried him a bit...But for now he wanted to focus on getting something into his aching belly.    The blond's gaze ventured towards the car, where he could make out Matt's and Jess' form shrinking back in fear as soon as they saw he was looking at them. This made Chris feel a twinge of guilt and self-consciousness. They were still scared, even if he was clearly not going to hurt them. Was he that menacing in appearance at this size? Josh and Mike sure hadn't acted like it... "Alright you two, time to unload the goodies." He turned to look back at Josh who was knocking on the car window. "We got a friend who needs some large portions right now."    Chris flinched. Large portions, how nice...As if he didn't already have to lose some weight, way to make him feel better about it! 'My aren't you a petulant child, whining about everything...A large gut means sufficient food.' 'Fuck off, not now.'    The voice of the giant subsided, which surprised Chris a bit. Shaking his head he looked back down at his friends again. Matt and Jess were out of the car but they wouldn't budge away from it. It seemed like Mike and Josh were the ones unloading the trunk. Maybe now he should try to ease their fears a bit? "Uh...Hi?"    They flinched, how pleasant. Ok, maybe a greeting wasn't a good idea, they certainly didn't look like they needed one at the moment. Still he couldn't just let this go, they needed to know he was still himself, even if he was bigger than a giraffe and probably heavier than a stack of hippos. "I'm not going to do anything to you, if that's what you're worried about..."    From the corner of his eye he could see Josh peeking, probably accessing if things would get out of hand. Jess and Matt still seemed unsure. "..." Chris sighed impatiently. "Come on guys, you know me! I wouldn't just take advantage of...What ever this is, and use it to hurt someone! I'm your friend, remember?" "We know!" Matt shouted, which surprised the blond a bit. "It's just--" "Weird!" Jess cut in. "Y-Yeah...I'm sorry man, but this is...Josh stayed the same size when he--It's really freaky to look at you when you're like..."    Chris frowned sadly. Freaky and weird, yeah that about summarized it. He was a ginormous freak and he probably scared everyone else just as much as he scared Jess and Matt. "I get it." He spoke as softly as he could, he knew the volume of his voice probably spooked them even more than his overall appearance. It added to it. "...We're sorry Chris, this is just too much..." Jess looked down as she said this, incapable of looking him in the eye. "No no, it's fine I get it. Don't worry about it." He didn't even remember sitting down, but once more the blond found himself getting back on his feet, which alarmed the others."I'm just, gonna go for a walk." "Chris, bro! You should probably eat before you--" "Not hungry anymore." "But Cochi--" "I SAID I'M NOT HUNGRY!"    Chris flinched when he realized he'd shouted. That had been a bit unexpected, but it sure had it's affect on the others. Mike dropped the bags he was holding to grab at his aching ears, Jess and Matt hid behind the car and Josh flinched violently before grabbing at his own ears as well. He was right, every single one of them was scared of him. With a frustrated huff the giant teen turned around and stomped off, the ground shaking with each angry step. 'I told you they knew they were nothing compared to you...They fear your greatness. Your power. Your size.' 'They're scared of me, and it's all your fault.' 'Let them be. I offered you a gift unlike any other, boy. You should learn to be more grateful.' 'Fuck you. I HATE you.' 'I can guarantee you won't for long...'    The bespectacled blond sighed sadly, leaving the last statement unanswered. He was too tired of all this bullshit to muster up the strength to reply. All he wanted to do for now is just get away from everyone and everything. He needed some time to think. Time which he clearly did not have... "I need to go after him." Josh spoke up as he got away from the car and started moving quickly after the distant form of the giant, each large step taking him further and further away from them all. "Are you crazy? He was really angry!" Matt exclaimed. "Exactly! Chris doesn't cope well with anger, he needs someone to talk to about it..." "What, like you're suddenly the expert around here? When did you turn into a psychologist?" "Everyone, quiet down!" Mike glared at them both. "Josh, as much as I'd like to agree with you, maybe it's best if we let him cool down a bit before we go after him. And Matt, I know this is all pretty fucking weird and...I donno...Impossible sounding? But Chris is still pretty much himself? Maybe a little bit moody, but he's still our friend." "I know that! But you know how clumsy he is as well! One wrong move and we're dead. How do you think he'd feel if that happened, uh?" Matt interjected. "We have to be careful about this situation!"    Jess bit her lip as she looked at her three friends, she was just as scared and confused as Matt but she still felt bad for making Chris storm off like that. How would of she liked it if the same happened to her? She considered saying something when one of their phones started ringing. It sounded like Mike's. "It's Em, again...Maybe she has some news?" Mike said, looking hopefully at the number display. "Maybe, pick it up then! Come on!" Josh pushed a bit, staring at the ringing phone and then at the direction Chris had gone off to.    Wordlessly, Mike did just that. He didn't even have time to say anything before Emily began bombarding him with news. His face lit up when he heard that there was a way to cure Chris of his supernatural ailment...But the happiness quickly fell when she mentioned the little "catch" in their plan. "You have no idea if he's going to go back to normal size?!" Mike screeched into the phone, which got him a yell in return. "Ok! Ok! Fine, Jesus! Sorry...Look...Just...Get that stuff and meet with us! We'll go get Chris--Yeah he ran off, he was pretty upset over--Ok ok, slow down what? Oh...Oh fuck...Ok yeah! We're going! Bye!"    Josh, Matt and Jess frowned at the panicked look that had etched it's way into the handsome brunet's face. Was something wrong? Well, more than it already was? "Good news and bad news. The good news is that there's a way to fix this mess...Bad news is, Chris might be stuck in his new size...And stress causes him to grow larger and larger...If we don't get to him, that asshole of a spirit's gonna take control of him." "WHAT?!" All three of them quickly turned to look in the direction the blond giant had disappeared off to. Not good.    Not good at all.

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I’m Giant Trash; Climbing Class Trash and JoshXChrisXAshley Trash, so have those three things combined!

Giant!Chris with Recovering Wendigo!Josh (Plus bonus lil smoosh)

Giant!Chris trying to be romantic, bringing his two partners some nice “flowers”. (I need to practice hands)

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Cursed Heritage - [12/?]

Summary: Months after returning and recovering from their hellish time in Blackwood Mountain, the group reunites for the first time outside of therapy to go to a new Greek Mythology exhibit at the Museum, only to discover that the 'Curse of the Wendigo' isn't the only malediction they have to fear. When you got problems that literally make you burst out of a cave, you know things are bad. Thankfully you have a best friend to help you deal with shit...A best friend who's making a very bad decision at the moment. These poor kids are in for a bad time... [After much consideration I've decided to write a multichaptered UD fic to keep up with my writing practices! This story will focus on the preternatural side of the Until Dawn universe, which means curses! However this time around it'll be a little close to home for the characters to deal with instead of becoming a by-chance discovery like Hannah's fate.]

   Of course big leaps or not there were still a lot of problems that had yet to be solved and, while the tension had lessened considerably, Mike couldn't help feel like he needed to keep a close eye on Josh. Something about his outburst had worried him momentarily. Well, not momentarily, he was still quite conserned actually, but could you blame him, really? If anyone had any reasons to be a bit jumpy and paranoid, it definitely had to be Mike or anyone else of the group who'd survived the horrors up in the Washington Lodge. Some gut feelings had to be listened to at some very specific moments. Ones in which he preferably had no access to guns nor was in a state of stress and blind panic. That one he'd learned the hard way, sheesh. However, suspicious behavior or anomalous cuss filled meaningful conversations were the type of things one needed to be careful about, specially if the one expressing these was Joshua Washington. Josh wasn't one to share what bothered him. At least not under "normal" conditions.    Sadly Mike couldn't say keeping an eye out for the shorter brunet was currently high on his priority list. The whole Greek Curse dilemma was still far too important to shove to the side, like the very few worksheets he'd thrown away in his earlier days of college (Heck, first year homework had nothing on this bullshit). "So he's asleep for now?" The cigarette had long extinguished, having been neglected through out the course of their discussion. "Pretty much, yeah..." Josh replied, surgical mask twisting in his hold as he played with the fabric, a strange calmness in his voice. "Definitely needs it. He's sore all over and he'll probably have some pretty messed up headaches soon. Can't be easy getting this big in one night." "Probably isn't. Wouldn't really know." Mike stated as he finally let go of the cigarette and stamped it out, for good measure, even if it was clearly not lit anymore. Something about Josh's initial theme of conversation had hammered into his conscience. No point in pissing off Smoky the bear, right? "Me neither." Josh chuckled "But well uh, this kinda settles an argument or two." "What does?" "Now that Chris is like, I donno...20 feet tall or something? Yeah that sounds about right, now that he's 20 something feet tall the argument of who's taller is finally settled. Christopher Freund 1, Joshua Washington 0."    A laugh escaped the taller brunet, again with the ridiculousness? He really did not know how to read into Josh's train of thoughts. It must be one confusing rail system...Maybe more akin to a roller coaster than a train, actually. However the laugh faded as the area was slowly illuminated by the pale glare of headlights.    The two brunets tensed visibly, a bitter taste in the back of their mouths and eyes squinted due to the harsh glare of light. could someone else know where to find this place? And if so, was Chris really safe hiding here? They relaxed not too long after these worries began to plague their minds. Following the startling brightness, was a car both Michael Munroe and Joshua Washington recognized. Matt's car. He'd arrived with Jess. This of course meant they were probably loaded with food. Something Chris probably really needed just as much, if not more, as a nap.    20 minutes of rest were not enough in the blond's opinion. If anything, he felt like it hadn't made much of a difference...Or rather, he felt like it had made it worse actually. Chris' body was aflame with agony, pain blossoming from every little twitch of his sore muscles. His skin was irritably sensitive for some reason. With his head pounding, mouth tasting of copper and his tongue and eyelids feeling like lead, Chris felt nothing if not indisposed and quite frankly, upset. He tried moving, but it didn't seem to work too well. A groan escaped the groggy and pained giant, his body had grown far too much during his much craved respite. In fact, it had grown so much larger that he was virtually stuck, like how he had been when he'd tried crossing Sams' living room doorway and ended up breaking it instead. This however was sturdy rock and not a wooden construct. It would not bend and splinter like the doorway had when he'd tried forcing his embarrassingly round behind though. How was any of this, fair? Had Chris done anything that had made him deserve so much torment? Clearly he had, in a past life.    Another groan escaped his mouth as the lack of space fully registered in the bespectacled blond youth's mind. Stuck, no room for movement, impossible to escape, can't breath! Panic began to swell into an all-consuming mass in his brain and, soon enough, Chris was wriggling and kicking as much as he could. He felt crushed! He couldn't get out! Why did he agree to go into a cave when he had no idea of just how much larger he'd get?! Oh god he needed out! HE NEEDED OUT NOW!    Against his better judgement, Chris continued in his struggles to escape the confines of the shrinking cave. His claustrophobia had gotten the better of him. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Cyrillus chuckled in amusement.    Explaining the situation could have gone a lot better than it had, in Josh's opinion at least. It wasn't every night that someone who'd told two friends she hated them would just randomly call and ask for enough food to feed an army. It certainly wasn't every night that said food would be put into the growing list of expenses the Washingtons had taken up for the group. But most jarringly, it wasn't every night you got to see one of your friends burst out of a crumbling cave while standing taller than the most humongous tree in the whole entirety of the woods. Mike and Josh found that this was one of such odd nights.    They'd just about started telling Matt and Jess about Chris' "slight inconvenience" when they'd been interrupted by the sound of crumbling of rock and rumbling of destruction, which rung from inside the cave. Josh's first instinct was to run over, his second instinct was ducking at a very startling speed when a far too large arm smashed through part of the rocky wall and nearly took him out in one go as a gigantic twitching hand groped at the ground and clawed into it with nails that weren't too long but certainly needed a trim by now. The arm was followed by a leg, and then another arm and another leg once more. Then Chris' whole body emerged from the destroyed crumbling mess that used to be a cave. Used to be shelter.    Naturally Josh and Mike stayed put (although for a second there, they'd been happy to have gone to the bathroom beforehand as soiling themselves wouldn't be the best thing to do when trying to show support) as they were already very much aware of the situation at hand. Matt and Jess however began to scream their heads off and had tried to do a run for the car. A jock and a scarred beauty, running clumsily through the woods, were not exactly the most graceful sighs to grace the land.    Both brunets shared a look of mild distress before nodding to each other and parting ways. Mike running after the two terrified friends who'd arrived at the wrong time; Josh running up to a clearly upset Chris who needed some help. "Holy fuck Cochise! That was some shit timing for a growth spurt!" "I'm sorry, I can't control it..." The blond had replied after he'd regained his breath. He hated tight spaces. "Shit, your voice is a lot louder and deeper too...This is getting pretty freaking bad..."    The bespectacled blond frowned sadly and looked away. How he hated this, he just wanted to be normal again! But, every second that ticked by seemed to suggest he wouldn't know normalcy for a good long time. "I'm so sick of this Josh!" Chris complained. "I want to be normal again! I want to go home!"    A look of sympathy, oh how Josh knew that feeling... "I know big guy, but you can't go like this...Hate to say it bro, but you'll probably have the same affect you had on Matt and Jess with complete strangers, probably worse since Mike will at least TRY to explain what's up."    The wrong choice of words. Chris' frown increased in levels of misery, the blond bringing his legs to rest against his chest while he hid his face behind his knees and curled in on himself. Josh winced. Christopher Freund 02, Joshua Washington -1. How could he make himself sound reassuring without accidentally messing up? He couldn't just have a bit of a cuss fest like he'd had with Mike...Chris would realize things weren't exactly 100 with him as well. Which was not ideal. For the second time of his life, Josh regretted not taking his medication... But...No one really needed to know that.    The tanned brunet worked his jaw, moving it from side to side absent mindedly as he considered a few options. The scrapping of tooth against tooth reached his ears and suddenly Josh was very much aware that he still hadn't placed his mask back where it properly belonged. On his face. Embarrassment crept up and the damaged scarred skin on the left side of his face began to contrast with the right side as it remained paler than the blush that had spread to his cheek and nose. He wasn't sure what point he was trying to make when he started yelling at Mike about his freaky mouth but now he regretted ever removing the mask. He didn't like how sad Chris' eyes seemed to get when he stared at the sharp teeth and scarring. "You're doing it again." The muffled and unnaturally deep voice of the blond in question, cut through his thoughts like butter. "Uh? Doing what?" Josh couldn't help ask, curiosity had always been a weak point of his. "That scrapey thing you do when you're thinking too hard." Chris replied, looking over his knees to stare down at Josh. "With the teeth." "Oh." The brunet acknowledged, trying not to twitch his jaw again.    It had become a habit of his, one that often annoyed anyone he interacted with actually...Even Sam had complained about it on occasion. Dr. Hill had suggested it was a nervous tic, one he'd gotten because his teeth felt wrong and it just felt more comforting to stimulate the jaw's muscles from time to time so that he could forget about the jagged horrors that protruded from his gums. Not a very good way to forget they existed really, since they made a weird scraping noise anyway. Mike had once jokingly suggested it was just a weird instinct thing, like how hamsters chewed on stuff to keep their teeth in check. Somehow it felt more like the correct option than Dr. Hill's "too human" theory. "Sorry, I don't notice it always." He decided to apologize. "No no...It's fine I guess. Kinda comforting." "Really?" Josh raised an eyebrow at that, his sensitive eye stinging as the eyelid pulled back more than he'd wanted. The blurred vision didn't help. "How?"    Chris moved, which Josh assumed was probably a shrug from a very low perspective, his own, compared to how much bigger the blond was now. "I don't really know. I just kinda associate that noise with you by now? It feels familiar." Chris tried to explain. "Like uh....Uh..." "Ash's home-knit beanies?" "Yeah! That! I just associate it with you, like how I associate Ash with homemade beanies." "So me making weird noises feels comforting, like beanies." Josh wrinkled his nose a bit."That's...Kinda gay, Cochise." "Oh my god Josh..." A deep rumble, was Chris actually chuckling? That was good! He'd done good for once! "Maybe you're right, but it's not gay if I say 'No homo' right?" "Nah, still pretty gay." Josh laughed. "But hey, nothing like some good old fashioned homemade beanies, amirite? Got a bit of love carefully crafted into them, the kind that sweeps you away in a shower of kisses and cuddles." "And I'm the one that sounds gay?" "Bi and proud bro! Bi and proud!"    The two sat like that for a few minutes, the atmosphere around them slowly feeling more comfortable than sad. Deeper within the blond's mind, Cyrillus snarled in irritation. The Fool's influence was just as strong as the Autumnal Muse's. There had to be a way for the curse to be finalized...His descendant had just barely made it to 35 feet tall, just 15 to go before he could finally take over! To get this to work however...Cyrillus had to isolate the gullible blond, if he managed that he'd be able to swiftly take hold and then he could have his fun. And then suddenly, an idea. The two others who had ran, maybe their reaction is just what Cyrillus needed.

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Cursed Heritage - [11/?]

Summary: Months after returning and recovering from their hellish time in Blackwood Mountain, the group reunites for the first time outside of therapy to go to a new Greek Mythology exhibit at the Museum, only to discover that the 'Curse of the Wendigo' isn't the only malediction they have to fear. Sorry this one took me so long. I'm actually dealing with some course tests at the moment so I've been focusing on that mainly for the past few days. So bare with me friends! [After much consideration I've decided to write a multichaptered UD fic to keep up with my writing practices! This story will focus on the preternatural side of the Until Dawn universe, which means curses! However this time around it'll be a little close to home for the characters to deal with instead of becoming a by-chance discovery like Hannah's fate.]

   Mike contemplated the few choices he had at hand. He was sitting down by a log near the lake, feet just shy of the water's edge, a few meters away from the entrance of the cave they'd hidden Chris in. In his back pocket was his cellphone, in his front pocket a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Neither of these things could ease his current worries, not even the blissful and cancerous lungful of smoke that usually got him to tone it down just a few notches. No, smoking wasn't going to cut it today.    The trek from the city to the woodland area had been a lot easier when the sense of urgency really hit them, specifically after the last call he'd received. An ancient Greek curse, of course it had to be an ancient Greek curse, when the hell wasn't it a curse? It had been back in the mount, so why the fuck not? So, now knowing just what they were dealing with, A murderous giant's damned spirit, the trio had just about bolted. The hell with caution, they had to get out. And so they'd done.    Mike contemplated what he should do now. Should he risk a call to Emily? Or should he just give in and give his lungs another run for the money with another of Marlboro's devil sticks? One of these options sure did sound less damaging than the last, and it came free of shrill screams that could rip through his poor eardrums. Fuck it.    The soft click of the lighter wasn't quite enough to drown out the noise of footsteps coming from the direction of the cave. Josh had gone to in not too long ago to see how the blond was doing and, to be quite frank, Mike didn't really much care if the shorter brunet saw him smoking or not. "You better watch it Munroe." The solemn voice of the surviving Washington teen reverberated through the silent woodland air. "If Smoky the Bear catches you, you're pretty fucked."    A harsh cough, the seriousness of the tone had come as a bit of a surprise due to the sentence being pretty much nonsensical. Who even talked about Smoky the Bear anymore? Fazbear was where it was at these days. "That or your lungs' will go on strike against you. You're not paying them enough to deal with smokers in their workplace." "Jesus dude, cut it out!" Mike hissed through clenched teeth, rubbing at his watering eyes. His cigarette smoke had never tasted so bitter. "Cut what out?" The older male asked, feigning unawareness to his own little plot."Warning you against the dangers of lung cancer and forest fires?" "The voice! Shit, I can't stand hearing YOU of all people sounding so serious when you're pulling this random crap out of your ass!"    This got a reaction out of the other that Mike internally groaned at. The corners of Josh's eyes had crinkled in delight, the slight dimple of his right cheek beneath the mask was exposed enough for Mike to catch sight of it. Joshua Washington was amused, at Mike Munroe's expense of course. "I fucking hate you..." The tired brunet sighed, going back to focusing all his worries on his cigarette, the ashes fluttered to the ground when he moved just a little bit. "Do you now? I didn't realize with just how MUCH you clearly care." The sarcasm was heavy and it sent waves of guilt down Mike's spine. Right, there was that... "...How's Chris?" A diversion, good thinking Munroe. Good thinking. "Asleep. He's probably exhausted and I don't think he's stopped growing either. He's probably gonna get bigger and bigger as he sleeps...Which I'm not sure if it's a good thing because he isn't aware of being in pain or if it's worse 'cuzz it could fuck up his dreams..." "Doubt they'd be any more messed up than usual. Ashley kept saying he wasn't sleeping right." Mike stated, flicking more ash at the ground as he watched the tip of the cigarette burn away. He should quit at some point, he smelled like a dingy old shop back in Texas. The one his uncle bought all of his stuff from. "Yeah, he can't really stomach the shit he sees too well." The Washington youth replied, seeming to be slightly uncomfortable. "That's pretty much my fault."    Mike snorted, a laugh caught between his throat and nose. Playing the obvious asshole card, uh? Two could play that game. "Pretty much? Pretty fucking absolutely." Mike said, dropping the cigarette and stamping it out. "You ran around terrorizing the fuck out of Chris and Ashley, dressed like a circus clown and a mime fucked and had a weird drugged up emo clown baby. You even dragged Sam into it as well and forced her to run around in a towel while you chased after her like a deranged pervert. So yeah, your fault." "You trying to make me cry, Michael?" The other's voice remained calm, a surprise for Mike, any other time and he knew Josh would have tried to sock him. "Not gonna work, you know why? Because I'm not sugar coating it. It was my fault, it was messed up in so many ways and in the end my fucked up prank hid some pretty horrible dangers that nearly got everyone killed."    Josh paused for a second, hand coming to hover near his face, right above the edge of the surgical mask. He seemed to be thinking a lot about his next move and words before finally reaching for the mask and pulling it down. "Look at me, Mike." He hissed, sharp fangs bared and scars proudly displayed. "You think I deserved being the one surviving THIS shit? Hannah deserved to have found some sort of curse more than I did...I was the fucked up child, the black sheep of the family and the twins were the perfect lambs of god. And frankly, that never bothered me. I grew up being just the bad product but I also grew up cherishing those two more than our parents did. And you know what? I wish I'd not allowed them to give in as easily as they had, maybe then Hannah would be standing here instead of me, telling you off for being a pissy cock." "I'm the pissy cock? You're the one bringing up THAT into this conversation. Not everything's about you!" "Well yeah? And not everything is about YOU either!" The Washington boy snarled, silencing the younger teen. "I spent months in therapy after what happened up there, thinking lesser and lesser of myself because of my shitty choices. I made the decision to stop taking my meds and going after you assholes for what happened...I chose to not let go. And I chose to eat a person instead of starving to death down in satan's frigid ass crack. How fucking cowardly is that?! I could have had help, I could have tried to get better instead of giving in...Fuck I'll probably give up again at some point and make some even shittier decisions...But you know what? I've realized I can actually learn from the experience instead of moping about it forever like I planned back in that mountain."    Another prolonged pause, the Washington boy taking a minute to regain his breath and collecting his thoughts. Then after a fair amount of blissful silence, he continued. "Mike, Jess' told me you've been pretty low. You got shit to deal with, pent up anger, a brick wall of guilt, nightmares...Yeah I was angry that you left me down there to die. You downright abandoned me! And I was so fucking pissed off at you! Still am!" He rolled his mismatched eyes. "But that doesn't mean you got to feel shitty just cuzz I'm angry at you for a decision made during a pretty bad moment. Under pressure we crack and turn into complete assholes. You made horrible decisions, so did I, so did everyone else. And we can all be angry at each other forever, who even cares? But we can't just go about being angry at ourselves forever. Shit happens, I'm sick in the head, Chris is currently about the size of a large tree. That's how things work, and it's gonna annoy us till the day we take our dirt nap but hey! We can't just let that stop us from getting better."    Mike remained quiet, even as Josh finished delivering his crudely worded awe inspiring speech. Joshua Washington was a charismatic person, entertaining, a party animal too. Joshua Washington was not a debate king. Joshua Washington had somehow silenced what ever mixed feelings of anger and self-loathing Mike Munroe had been feeling. How the fuck did that even work? "Anyway, all that touchy-feeling psychological mumbo jambo aside..." The older teen said "What I'm trying to get at is. We're all shitty people Mike. Dickheads, cuntsuckers really. But that doesn't mean we get to hate ourselves for it. We got a second chance for a reason right? We can make it better. And we can start by helping Chris, because lets be honest I'm really not looking forward to carting food into the woods every day if my best friend turns into Cochisezilla." "...I really don't get you sometimes." Mike stated in a tired voice, hiding his face behind his hands before dragging them down. He groaned. "Right, so I guess I should call Matt and Jess, see where they are and then call Emily to see if they got any idea how to get a grumpy old giant to uh, unpossess someone." "Is that even a word?" "Who gives a flying frick about that?!" "GASP! Michael! Such vulgar language!" "Shut up! Jesus fruitcake hotsauce bananas, you're unbelievable sometimes!"    As the atmosphere changed to that of a less tense one, the pair sat unaware of the pair of large blue eyes that watched them silently. A look of amusement crossed the blond bespectacled youth's face before he retreated further into the cave where he could go back to sleep. Hopefully this time a more peaceful one without a heated argument between friends to get in the way of a few minutes of rest. Chris was glad that, despite being in this abnormal situation, at least now he was sure Josh and Mike were getting somewhere in terms of healing. Admitting the problem was a big leap.

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Cursed Heritage - [8/?]

Summary: Months after returning and recovering from their hellish time in Blackwood Mountain, the group reunites for the first time outside of therapy to go to a new Greek Mythology exhibit at the Museum, only to discover that the 'Curse of the Wendigo' isn't the only malediction they have to fear. [After much consideration I've decided to write a multichaptered UD fic to keep up with my writing practices! This story will focus on the preternatural side of the Until Dawn universe, which means curses! However this time around it'll be a little close to home for the characters to deal with instead of becoming a by-chance discovery like Hannah's fate.]

      When Emily had gotten a call from Mike, the first thing she'd done is hang up on him almost immediately. The second time she'd gotten a call, right after she'd hung up as well, she'd tried to ignore it until the ringing started giving her a headache. At the third time she'd tossed a pillow on top of her cellphone. At the fourth she'd tried to block out the noise even further. At the fifth she'd finally relented and picked up the phone.    No amount of 'Fuck Off's and 'Get Fucked's would shut up the asshole, so she'd bit her lip in frustration and listened to what he had to say. He'd sounded panicked, rushed even, and practically begged her to come over to Sam's. And, if there was one thing Emily knew well, was that "Mr. Class Prez" Michael Munroe did not beg in fear of shattering his fragile ego. When she'd gotten into her car she'd been annoyed. When she pulled over at Sam's apartment and was met with the sight of the towering figure of Christopher Freund, she'd been dumbstruck. For god's sake what had these idiots gotten themselves into this time? "Ok." She'd said as she'd jumped the fence that led to the back of the apartment building. It was late and the area led to an alley so the abnormally larger male was somewhat hidden in the shadows when the lights of a car didn't illuminate the area. "What in god's name is this shit?!"    Chris was silent, clearly embarrassed by the situation he was in. He shifted uncomfortably where he was sitting and kept glancing downwards to make sure that what remained of his trousers didn't rip up any further and possibly expose him more then he already was (He'd been humiliated too much already). "We have no idea..." Sam confessed as she looked up at the male blond. "All we know is that during the last few days this has been going on and suddenly it's just gotten noticeably worse..." "What, so this has been a thing for a while and you still don't know anything?" Emily asked, gesturing towards the bespectacled youth. "Nothing, really?" "It's not like we weren't trying..." Ashley spoke up, earning a glare from the Asian girl. She backed off quickly. "We were doing research." Sam offered, taking Emily's attention off Ashley, knowing that the two were still tense over what had happened when the Wendigo had bit Emily. "But no matter where we looked we couldn't find any useful information, so we've just been writing down symptoms and changes..." "Jesus fuck, of course you wouldn't find anything! This isn't something normal, it's just like back in that fucked up mountain! You got to think outside the box!" Emily sighed."Lets think, is there anything you missed at all when you were writing down this shit?"    Mike appeared out of the doorway, still holding on to the cellphone he'd been using to do the phonecalls. "We wrote down everything! His growth spurts, his behavior, that weird unfinished tattoo he has on his back..." "Wait, what? Since when do you got a tattoo?" Emily turned to look upwards at Chris."Like, really? Knowing you, you'd pussy out of getting one!" "Hey!" Chris glared. 'So rude that one...Miserable insect! I bet you'd find pleasure in causing her some pain, would you not?'    The glare softened slightly as the voice spoke, Chris felt like he should really mention it but found himself incapable of doing it. Instead he crossed his arms. "I'll have you know, I started getting mine done as soon as I could walk properly again. It's uh...Coming along. I was supposed to go get another part of it done next week actually..." "You think they got XXL needles for that, big guy?" Mike joked, chuckling softly to himself before feeling all eyes on him. He cleared his throat nervously. "I called Matt and Jess, Matt's uh, bringing Jess since she doesn't have a license..." "Oh joy, Mr. Meathead and Madam Whore are joining the fucked up parade." Emily rolled her eyes. "What's that going to help?" "The more people who can help look for a solution, the better." Sam stated firmly. "We need to get this solved...If morning comes and Chris is still like this he's bound to catch someone's attention..." "Yeah, that reminds me actually!" Josh spoke up from where he was sitting. "We should like, get Chris somewhere people won't find him...Nothing personal Cochise but I wouldn't like it if the military went all out to kill you, like in...Like in the Godzilla movies." "Dude are you comparing me to Godzilla? Seriously?" Chris rose an eyebrow. "Hey! Godzilla's pretty fucking cool! He kicks major monster ass." "He also rampages, breathes lasers and destroys everything around him." 'Hm, I am liking that idea...The fool is useful after all!'    Chris gulped, this voice really didn't sound too friendly. Again he wondered if this is something Josh had dealt with when he'd been possessed...And like before he refrained from asking. It didn't seem like the nicest thing to do. "Either way, I agree..." Chris replied. "I really don't want anyone to see me like this...It's weird and messed up! And I'm practically half naked at this point..." "Yeah, your clothes didn't like those growth spurts...Your glasses did tho?"    The group paused at that. Everyone looked upwards and, indeed, Chris glasses seemed to have actually grown with him. But how could that be? They were not organic living material, they shouldn't be able to grow like that. 'Did you really think I wanted to go around naked or blind? You are the one who didn't bring the right set of garments.' "What?" Chris asked aloud, earning the confusion of the others. "What, what?" Mike asked. "Not you...Just..." 'Foolish child, you really haven't figured it out yet?' "Figured what out?" "Uh...Chris, who are you talking to?" 'Of course my descendant would have to be an idiot...No matter, it'll make my comeback all the more interesting! You'll see soon enough!'    The blond frowned. What was all that about? And wrong set of garments? This voice was as much confusing as it was aggressive. "Chris, dude!"    The bespectacled teen yelped and looked downwards, staring at the confused and worried faces of his friends. "Who were you talking to?" Sam asked. "....I...Uh..." "Oh great, now we got two crazies...Makes it all the much better for us!" Emily grumbled angrily, ignoring the slight glare she got from Ashley and Mike. "Cochise...?" Josh was frowning sadly, which made the blond frown even more. Looks like it was time to get the cat out of the bag. "....Ok, don't freak out but...I was having these weird thoughts when I started getting bigger. They were kind of angry thoughts...But they didn't feel like something I'd think up." He began explaining. "Then it just seemed like a really angry voice...And it's been suggesting a lot of bad things, and just now it was being really cryptic about me not figuring something out and that I had the wrong clothes on or something...."    Everyone was staring at him as if he'd grown a second head. He hoped he literally hadn't because being 11 feet was already pretty bad on it's own. Then Josh seemed to gain a look of understanding. "Possession?" He offered. "Uh...Yeah, figured as much?" Chris agreed, seeming unsure. "I uh, wanted to ask you about it but I didn't feel like I should..." "Aw...Thanks Cochise, but no seriously you should have said something because beforehand, it might have made things a little easier..." "Yeah, I realized that a second ago." The bespectacled teen grinned sheepishly. "Ok so, you got bigger, angrier and there's a pissy voice in your head telling you to do bad things?" Emily asked. "Pretty much?" "Ok then, chop chop everyone! Back to the drawing board. All but Josh and Mike that is, you two and King Kong over there are going to get out of the city before his fat ass gets any bigger. Move it."    The rugged brunet protested of course, wanting to be there when Jess and Matt came along but, both Emily and Sam had agreed that maybe it was better if both he and Josh helped Chris find a place where he could safely hide. Firstly they'd have to pass by Chris apartment, on the blond man's request of course. "Why are we headed for your apartment anyway?" Mike asked, keeping his eyes on his cellphone in case someone of the group called. "That voice said something about me having the wrong set of clothes...And if my glasses are growing then something in my wardrobe must be growing too?" "How can you be sure?" Mike insisted. "I can't, but I'd rather not outgrow the remains of my trousers and go nude out in the woods when I hide. It's not exactly my style." "That's a shame." Josh added. "Pretty sure Ashley would swoon when she got a peek at your massive--" "Dude, not the time!" The blond hissed angrily at his friend.    The walk to the apartment was slow, due to the blond teen having to remain as hidden as possible. None of them could afford to have the abnormally large male seen by the public, the repercussions wouldn't be pleasant. Finally, when they reached the building, Chris spotted the window he'd left open and gave his friends a boost. "See anything?" He asked as he peeked into his own bedroom window. He could just barely see into the second floor window. "Nothing, just a very messy room." Mike stated as he looked around. "....Uh I think I do see something." Josh said as he moved over to the wardrobe. "What? Thousands of jackets?" Mike asked humorously.    The shorter brunet rolled his eyes and grabbed what appeared to be a massive sleeve. He pulled it out of the wardrobe and showed it to the others. "It's the hoodie you had on when we went to the museum a few days ago." "It grew too?" "Yep! And so did that pair of trousers there, and those shoes and that shirt and that jacket...No socks? Dude gross." "Oh shut up and push them over! I need to change, badly!"    Back at Sam's apartment the three girls were trying to make sense of what they had so far. Growth spurts, behavioral oddities, an unknown aggressive voice, back and tooth aches...A possible set of very specific things in the process of some sort of possession. "The Wendigo Spirit changed people who resorted to cannibalism the more they ate human flesh." Ashley stated, using the example they'd come across in the mountain as a basis. "So uh, this spirit that took over Chris is also changing him, but not from doing something specific like the Wendigo Spirit needed?" "Yeah, pretty sure he hasn't been eating people. This just progressed on it's own." Sam replied as she tapped away furiously on the laptop. "For all we know each possessive process has it's own set of rules. We just have to know what exactly is in his head that is making him change." "Well it's not a Wendigo." Emily responded. "What's bigger than those pale fuckers?" "Better yet, what else exists other than Wendigos?" Sam asked.    Ashley chewed on the tips of her fingers in thought. What could it possibly be? And why Chris? Why did it have to be him? She pondered on this before a familiar ringtone filled the room with the cheesiest song she'd ever heard. Chris' cellphone was still with them. "Bad time for a phone call..." The redhead girl sighed before moving over to pick up her boyfriend's cellphone. She stopped when she saw who's number it was. "Shit, it's Chris' dad..." "Just pretend no one's here." Emily said. "I can't! Chris had dinner with his parents tomorrow, he can't go while he's all big and possessed! I uh, I should pick up and tell them he's not feeling too good...Or something like that, right?" "Uh, yeah sure?" Sam shrugged. "Just try not to make it sound too weird." "Got that covered." The redhead smiled sadly before picking up the call. "Hey Mr. Freund...."    Xavier Freund's voice greeted her almost immediately. His accent wasn't as thick as it had been in his youth and the familiarity of his calming speech relaxed the redhead a bit. "Why hello there Ashley! Is Chris not there? Did he forget his cellphone?" "No no, he's just sleeping. He's been feeling a bit sick these past few days..." "Ah yes, I see, of course he wouldn't forget his cellphone the boy is so attached to it, it could be considered an extra limb ahah!" "Yeah...Eheh...So uh, about tomorrow...I don't think he'll be able to go." "Oh that is fine! I wasn't calling about that anyway, instead I have great news!" "Uh? What sort of news?" "Ah, well I need to share this with someone besides my wife, and I'm sure you can tell Christopher afterwards when he is feeling better." The man's smile could be heard in his cheery voice. "A few days ago there was an incident with the Greek Mythology exhibit at the museum, I'm sure you've heard of it." "Uh, yeah on the news they were talking about it?" Ashley replied. "Well, most of the exhibit had bits and pieces of the story of the Giant, Cyrillus the Sanguinary." "Yeah?" "Well, considering the loss of many of the artifacts, the museum has called upon my services to aid in refitting the exhibit! After all, I have devoted a great part of my life studying that particular story! My great great ancestors were the ones to write about it after all!"    Ashley blinked. Cyrillus the Sanguinary...The giant from the story at the museum? The one who cursed his bloodline after he got killed. It suddenly clicked. "Uh...Uh! Mr. Freund, could you uh...Tell me more about that story?" "Why of course! The museum was lacking anyway!" The older man chuckled over the phone. "As you may have learned from the plaques, Cyrillus was a terrible giant whom roamed around killing people for his enjoyment and kidnapping maidens so as to have his way with them, something that killed them in the end...One day he came across a beautiful auburn haired woman and was struck by cupid's arrow. He kidnapped her unaware or uncaring that she was already taken. The woman's lover, an unnamed soldier, was the one to bring him down. He was the one to write about the tale and later on he wrote that his darling Corinna was with child, not his own, but the monsters...He worried that the baby would grow up to be a beastly giant like his father. But instead, the child came out resembling Cyrillus but retaining none of his size or aggression...The curse the giant had laid upon his bloodline seemed to have not worked at all. From then on, time passed and eventually the great grandson of the, quote on quote, giant met up with my ancestor and started the Stavros bloodline, which I'm a direct descendant of. So is Christopher as a matter of facts...We've Stavros blood in our veins even if we've taken the name of my beloved Odette."    It made sense, how Chris had frozen up at the museum, how he'd been growing and how he was hearing a weird voice in his head. Cyrillus' curse dictated that the giant would come back through his descendant for revenge. Chris would get as big as the monster had been and then he'd loose control and his ancestor would take hold and reign terror once more. This was bad. "Fascinating tale, isn't it?" Mr. Freund asked. "Ah...Y-Yeah very! I'll tell Chris about you working with the museum when he wakes up Mr. Freund. Thank you." "Not a problem dear, oh and when he does get better you should also come along for dinner. There's plenty for all to eat, my dear Odette is a fine cook!" "Thanks Mr. Freund, I'll consider it! Ok bye!"    She hung up and dropped the cellphone on to her lap. This was terrible....She had to warn Mike and Josh! "Ash? What's wrong?" Sam asked.    The redhead looked at the blonde athletic girl, then she looked at Emily whom had an eyebrow raised up questioning her further. She sighed and bit her lip before looking down at her lap again and then back up. "....I think I know what's wrong with Chris." She replied.

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Cursed Heritage - [7/?]

Summary: Months after returning and recovering from their hellish time in Blackwood Mountain, the group reunites for the first time outside of therapy to go to a new Greek Mythology exhibit at the Museum, only to discover that the 'Curse of the Wendigo' isn't the only malediction they have to fear. [After much consideration I've decided to write a multichaptered UD fic to keep up with my writing practices! This story will focus on the preternatural side of the Until Dawn universe, which means curses! However this time around it'll be a little close to home for the characters to deal with instead of becoming a by-chance discovery like Hannah's fate.]

      Knowledge is power. The more one knew the more they could do, at least that is what his mother had told Chris on various occasions as he grew up. Certainly everyone's parents had taught his friends the same as the blond soon found himself to be the "victim" of several tests. Sam, who's mother worked in the hospital as a nurse, had been educated in a way that made her very thoughtful in certain situations. In the case of a potential illness one had to know absolutely everything to make sure their diagnosis was not faulty. And, while the blond bespectacled youth did not know if such applied to what ever was happening to him right now, none could deny how thorough the athlete was in her resolve to piece together the pieces to this incredible puzzle.    He was sitting with his knees drawn up against his chest and his back to the wall. Sitting next to him was Josh who'd been more than a little uncomfortable at the sigh of the papers that were being filled with numbers and notes on every single detail they could find to be out of place in the now towering male. Chris could understand this unease, Josh had practically lived most of his life seeing such things written down about himself. Very likely a lot more detailed and professional, but similar none the less. The brunet had opted with keeping him company and making sure he was ok while everyone tried to find something that fit the bill.    It had been three hours since his last growth spurt, 9'9, the bridge of his nose fully touched the ceiling of Sam's study if he stood up and looked upwards. Sitting down like this made it a bit easier, his claustrophobia quelled ever so slightly by the illusion of more space. It was also a lot easier to bare looking at his friends without the thought of being taller than them making him feel dizzy and, distressingly, somewhat pleased. Those odd thoughts that had taken the tone of an unpleasant voice, deeper than his own and angrier as well, made Chris more than a little nervous. He'd wondered briefly if maybe he had somehow been taken by a Wendigo Spirit. This is what possession felt like at first, right? First you heard a voice that tried to make you behave like a dick, then you gave in to their will, right? As much as the idea scared him, Chris didn't particularly feel like asking Josh on the matter. The last thing he wanted was for  his best friend to shy away from him by bringing thatup...    Joining the height charts that Sam had been keeping tabs on, constantly measuring the blond to try and figure out how regular the rate of growth was, were weight charts and several notes on his behavior and other symptoms. At some point he'd started bleeding from his gums and nose which had greatly alarmed Josh. The Washington boy had all but momentarily fled the room in fear of being drawn to the sight and smell of the metallic life liquid. The blood flow hadn't taken long to stop, something Sam had said to be bad since at his size he should be bleeding double of what he had been. There were some notes which held a wall of text stating that, in conclusion, his back pains were due to his spine trying to adapt to the continuous growth. It should probably be followed with soreness in the muscles and painful headaches. Chris was not looking forward to those. His teeth aches were also due to the abnormal growth spurts, his jaw taking the brunt of the strain. It was surprising how the unpleasant ache had yet to catch his inner ears.    Things were calmer at the moment, with Josh sitting quietly by his side while drawing in his sketch book. Ashley was somewhere in the kitchen preparing everyone a quick meal, all of them having skipped lunch in favor of researching, while Mike and Sam struggled to find something on the internet that gave them a vague idea of what to do. The blond doubted they'd find anything useful at all. The Stranger back in the mountain had been a one in a million kind of guy. There were probably not many out there who delved into this sort of subject. "What'cha thinking about, Cochise?"    The bespectacled teen flinched, looking downwards at his best friend with a startled look on his face, one that matched Josh's own. A second or two later the blond recomposed himself before biting his lower lip in thought of a reply. "Not much..." He finally replied "Just...Well, I didn't really think I'd ever reach over 600 lbs? Really should have gone on that diet eheh..."    It was a light attempt at humor, one to clear the mood a bit since everyone was so tense over the ordeal. As weak as an attempt as it was, it seemed to work. Josh's eyes were glinting with a humorous shine, he was most definitely smiling behind his mask. "Well, for someone who's over 600 lbs, you still have your handsome figure." The brunet chuckled. "Eh, heck yeah. I'm 600 something of muscle!" The blond grinned, raising his arms to flex them. Bad idea.    As soon as the bespectacled teen's arms flexed, the oversized t-shirt's short sleeves ripped up, further exposing him. Not only that but the seams at the sides of the shirt were strained and starting to give out. "Shit!" The blond's grin faded back into a frown as he crossed his arms. He could feel himself growing restless over the issue once more.    He felt just about ready to hide behind his hands again when he felt Josh lean against him. Looking down he found his friend to be looking up at him worriedly. "Sorry about this..." "Uh, about what exactly? You didn't rip my shirt." "Sorry for all of this..." Josh vaguely gestured with his hands all around. "...Ever since...Ever since my prank, things have just been weird! Between me turning into one of those things in the mines and suddenly you getting all jacked up!" "...Firstly, this isn't jacked up. I still got my love handles dude..." The blond pointed out all the while poking his own stomach area. "Secondly, none of this is your fault Josh. Even if you hadn't pranked us, the mountain already had bad joojoo deep under in the mines and I doubt that, that itself had anything to do with my condition!" "I don't mean I directly caused it! It just...Feels like I've attracted bad luck..."    Dr. Hill had once called Chris over after they'd finished a group session. The psychiatrist had talked to him about Josh, trusting Chris to be the closest friend the Washington teen had. The older man had told the blond that the root of Josh's problems resolved around a lot of self-doubt and self-loathing that tended to bring down the older boy enough to worsen his day or even impede the progress of his healing. Patience, understanding and comfort, Dr. Hill had said, was something Josh really needed to properly recover. Naturally the man had been right, and even now as Josh spoke the blond could almost see the doubt emanating from his friend. 'Urgh...Disgusting.'    Chris quickly shook the negative thought, still unsure of where that nagging and aggravating voice had come from. No spirit or alien presence would make him think Josh was disgusting. "No, no you haven't. Shit just happens sometimes." Chris said, giving his friend a reassuring smile. "It just so happens the weirdest shit had to happen to us." "Really now?" Josh asked. "Like me going all Hannibal Lector and you turning into King Kong Junior?"    The bespectacled teen had to suppress a laugh at this. Upset or not, Josh always found a way to make things seem so less serious. A defense mechanism, one couldn't be sad if they laughed right? Jokes had always been what Josh resorted to. "Dude, If you were Hannibal Lector, I wouldn't be able to feel freaked out about the whole cannibalism shtick."    A smirk behind the surgical mask, a mischievous glint. Josh' worries seemed to have been forgotten in favor of taking on a more humorous mood. He cleared his throat, concentrating, before he used his little "party trick". From the Washington boy's mouth, came another voice. "I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti" Josh quoted Thomas Harris' most favorite line in his book, using the voice of the character in the film, only more than a little bit over-dramatic than it needed to be.    Chris burst out laughing, doubling over. Josh joined in on the laughter which prompted everyone to stop what they were doing to look at the duo. Sam smiled and shook her head while Mike simply raised an eyebrow and shrugged to himself before going back to work. Ashley peeked into the room from the hallway and shook her head. It was rare for Josh to use any of the few abilities he'd gained due to his condition. He couldn't climb walls and ceilings like the miner Wendigos or the "Handigo", but he could still mimic voices and screech. His strength had also doubled but he very rarely used it. It came in handy to move around furniture tho. "Jesus Christ dude, that voice coming out of you just doesn't fit with your looks." "And why not?" Josh asked, voice back to normal. "Anthony Hopkins' voice sounds great on anyone!" "No no, just the passive aggressive tones and stuff, really doesn't suit you." "You wound me Cochise, I'll have you know I am just as broody as Batman and twice as evil as the Joker." The brunet chuckled, raising a hand to his chest in a dramatic manner."Maybe got a bit of Bane in me too, want to hear that?" "God no, dude don't you dare! I'll hurt myself from laughing too hard if you keep playing parrot." 'A fool he is, might come in handy later when we are in need of a laugh...'    The nagging voice didn't seem to want to leave the blond alone. He wasn't particularly interested in finding out what it had meant by that, Chris only wanted to get rid of it at this point. ' "Want" is not the same as "Can", you stupid boy.'    Yes, this was definitely a stranger's voice. He wondered if maybe he should tell the others about it. It sure seemed like something he should do. 'And have them deem you insane? They'd lock you up, kind. Lock you up like an animal.'    Chris grimaced, they would never! "Chris? Chriiiiis? Cochise you're spacing out." "Uh?" The blond looked at the brunet, blinking. "You spaced out bro." Josh repeated. "Oh...Sorry. Just got lost in my thoughts, is all." It wasn't exactly a lie, although he had come to the conclusion that they weren't technically his own thoughts.    The older teen hummed in thought before he turned to look at the door, sniffing the air and grinning behind his mask. "I smell spaghetti!"    True to his words, Ashley had rejoined the group. She did smell vaguely of tomato sauce and pasta. "Dinner's finished." She announced. "Should we eat here or should we eat in the kitchen?"    Sam stopped what she was doing to look at the redhead. She was clearly thinking about the matter but it didn't take too long for her to decide. "Kitchen, I don't want to risk damaging the notes. Nor do I want to have dishes laying around, I'd just forget to take them out of the study later..." "Agreed. This chair's uncomfortable, my ass needs something softer." Mike stated.    Dinner outside of the stuffy study seemed like a pleasant idea. Chris had been getting tired of sitting around watching his friends flounder about in their search for explanations. Not only that but he was starving! 'What can I say, when you're big you need more sustenance.'    The bespectacled blond ignored the voice in favor of following his friends out the door. Or he would if he didn't get stuck in the doorway almost immediately. He grunted in surprise when he felt his middle jam against the tighter confines of doorway's solid wooden beams. This made everyone turn around and look at him. The blond felt his face heat up when he realized the situation he was in. "....Shit." The blond said. "Uh, ok this is awkward. Bro, did you just get your ass stuck in the door?" "I didn't even think of that..." Sam muttered. "Well don't just stand there! Help me out!"    The next ten minutes were spent trying to get the blond out of the doorway. No matter how much he pushed or they pulled he just couldn't seem to get past the threshold. Then, after one final push, the doorway splintered apart and the blond nearly fell on top of his friends. "Fuck! My mom's going to kill me..." Sam exclaimed as soon as she saw the damage. "Forget about that, get the tape. He's definitely grown again." Mike said as he looked Chris up and down. "This is getting a bit out of hand guys, if he doesn't stop getting bigger he'll need to go outside." "What?! Outside in this state? Mike my clothes are damaged and I'm the size of a small truck! I don't think I'd go unnoticed!" "Would you rather outgrow Sam's house? We all know you hate tiny spaces Chris, a panic attack in your condition would not be ideal!" "Hey hey!" Josh cut in. "Look, we all know this is pretty messed up and weird, but if we get angry at one another again we won't be able to fix it." "Like you're the voice of reason!" Mike snapped at the shorter brunet. "Maybe I'm not Michael." Josh hissed angrily. He then removed his surgical mask, sharp fangs and ripped up left cheek exposed to the world. "But look at me! I got weird and freak too and I got better! What ever this is, we can fix it too! We just need to stay calm."    The taller brunet had nothing to say afterwards. Josh was right, getting upset wasn't going to help. They needed to figure this out somehow, they needed help. But who could they turn to? Chris doubted anyone knew what was happening, and he'd be damned if he showed up to see his parents like this. So what could they do? "I think we need backup." Ashley suddenly said. "The five of us aren't cutting it...I...I think we need to call Emily, Matt and Jess." "What?!" Mike yelped. "Why should we do that? Emily would never help us with something like this! And I doubt Matt would know what to do...And Jess...Jess doesn't need this sort of thing in her life right now..." "Mike, Ashley's right." Sam cut in. "The more people who can help, the better. And those three are the only people who have been through something like this before." "....Fuck I hate it when you're right." The rugged brunet sighed. "Fine...I'll go make the calls. But you guys need to get Chris outside." "Mike I said I'm not going--" Chris started to complain before Josh put a hand on his knee to silence him. "Cochise, you have to...You're around 10 feet tall now and you haven't stopped getting more and more massive. If it gets any worse you won't be able to get out of the apartment...And then what? You'll keep growing until you get trapped? I don't want that to happen bro, none of us do."    The blond glared, about to protest before a wave of dizziness hit him. He groaned in pain, feeling his nose bleed and hearing an annoying buzzing in his ears. His back and teeth were hurting again and his felt his muscles ache. The buzzing drowned out the noise of ripping fabric and the gasps of his friends as they watched him. It didn't occur to the blond that they were progressively getting smaller as he looked down at them until he felt the top of his head brush against the ceiling. Odd, he swore he was sitting down? When the dizziness cleared and his vision focused he realized he felt a little bit cold. Looking down at himself the bespectacled teen felt like crying.    He'd had another growth spurt, a more noticeable one. His t-shirt was nothing but shreds and the sweatpants looked more like shorts now that they were all ripped up. His socks and trainers were gone, reduced to bits of fabric and rubber around his feet. His friends were looking up at him and they were clearly worried and a bit scared. The measuring tape that Sam held looked almost useless in her grasp. "Mike, call the others. Now." Was all the blonde said before she approached the larger male. "This is so fucked up..."    While the brunet rushed off to make the phone calls, Ashley and Josh aided Sam in measuring the towering blond. He was over 11 feet tall. He'd had a growth spurt of 1'1. The biggest he'd had so far. There was no stable rate, the increase seemed to vary gradually and it was almost unpredictable. How much larger was he going to get? And when? 'Soon enough, Kid. Soon enough.' The nagging voice in the back of his head chuckled.'Better eat that stuff the pretty girl made you. Your eating habits are going to change very soon to something of my...Taste.'    Chris did not like the sound of that. No, not one bit. He just hoped things wouldn't go from bad to worse.

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Because @paperbaghero‘s Giant!Chris is destroying my life. Have a lil cutesy doodle of these cuties. Josh is still very invested in getting his OTP together.