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Clocking In: Electricity in the Air Preview
🕑 Added 2021-01-18 19:57:00 +0000 UTC“So yeah, boss called me up and said I’m basically out of the kitchen now. I’ll be working up front with you, Memphis, and everyone now.” Peter explained, walking behind JD as they ascended the stairs to the employee area.
“Hey, that means you got a promotion then.” JD responded, flashing him a toothy grin. “Working up front is a lot more fun anyways. Pay is a little better than kitchen work, you get to really express yourself, and the tips the customers give are, let me tell you, incredible~.”
“Yeah… I guess, but it’s just… I’m just a little nervous about moving up to something like that. Plus, I really like my Behemoth form and I’m not sure if anything can really compare.”
“Heh, I haven’t heard a single employee complain about whatever form they land yet.” JD smiled, his smile reassuring and comforting. “Trust me, whatever you get, you’ll be a fit and perfect, regular Ballers employee!”
Another day at Ballers and two of its regular employees were about to clock in, JD the Umbreon and Peter, still in human form. Every shift, he’d clock in and shift into his beefy, FFXV Behemoth form and shape for his behind-the-scenes work, as it were. Now, with a new job position, the old form was out and something new would await him.
Stepping up to the clock-in room, Peter hesitantly looked at it. His best friend pat him on the shoulder. “Hey, it’ll be okay. I’m sure whatever form you land, you’ll love it.”
“Hopefully…” Peter sighed and stretched. Mustering as much courage and hope as he could, he headed into the room and closed the door behind him.Looking down, he readjusted his loose Ballers shirt and tacky, orange short shorts. Always a pain to wear before he clocked in for his shift. Once settled, he approached the time clock and stared at it.
He took one more deep breath. Okay… here we go!
He pressed the first number, 7. Almost immediately, there was a burst of static electricity. It was bright, neon blue and sizzled as it sparked. Peter felt it sting his fingers just a little before he snapped his hand away as fast as he could.
Shit… that looked fucking dangerous. He thought, shaking his hand. Was it supposed to do that or…
He glanced at his hand, hoping there was no damage or anything. What he found though was the beginning. His fingers were sprouting yellow fur, fingernails growing out to his fingertips and stretching into small, white claws. Patches of skin inflated and bulged, turning dark blue as they became pads.
Peter gulped, watching his ring and pinkie fingers merge together, giving his hand only four digits each. A quick glance of his other hand, he found the same change striking it now as well. All things considered, transformation was something he still found hard to get used to.
That being said, he did not dislike it either. He gently nodded, wiggling and examining each finger to get a feel for them. “Well, so far, so good. I think… I’m turning into some feline at least.”
