Transformative Break in (TF+TG+AR)

With a frustrated sigh, he aimed the peculiar device at Elliot and pulled the trigger. A beam of light shot out, hitting Elliot squarely in the chest. The sensation was like nothing Elliot had ever felt before. His mind felt as though it was being reshuffled, his thoughts rearranging themselves into something new, something not quite his anymore. The words that came out of his mouth were not his own, they were the product of the alien device that had taken control of his will.

Elliot watched as the room around him blurred, his thoughts becoming a jumble of confusion and panic. "My favorite cartoon character is Stitch and Angel from Lilo and Stitch," he recited, his voice devoid of any emotion or inflection. The man nodded, a smug smile spreading across his face as he took note of Elliot's answer. The room came back into focus, the colors seeming less vibrant than before, as though they had been drained of their life.

He put the gun away, his gaze shifting to the next victim. "Now, who in your family do you like least?" The question hit Elliot like a sledgehammer, the weight of it making him want to shrink away and hide again. He looked around the room, his eyes meeting his family's fearful gazes. They were all he had, and now he was being forced to choose who he valued the least.

"W-what??" Elliot hesitated, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. "Please, please don't do anything to us! We didn't do anythi-" The man grew impatient, raising the gun again. "You know what happens when you don't answer," he said coldly. "Don't make me do this again."

A laser shot out from the ray gun, hitting Elliot directly in the chest. His body convulsed, a jolt of pain and power surging through him. "My stepdad," he said, his voice a dull echo in his own ears. As everything returned to normal, as he became conscious. The man nodded, a smug smile playing on his lips as he turned the gun towards Elliot's stepdad.

The room grew eerily silent as Elliot's stepdad began to transform before his eyes. The pink soft material had grown thickly over his body, still covered by his clothes. His features grew distorted, his eyes widening in a silent scream, his cheekbones and nose shrinking into his face. His mouth opening wider and wider, the tape falling off. Continuing to open, his whole face disappears, only stopping at what was his hairline and to his ears, creating the appearance of a hood. What could only be imagined as horror, his face began to collapse in on itself, the skin stretching and folding like fabric until his features were all but gone.

"What, what did you do!" Elliot demanded, the fear in his voice replaced by a white-hot rage. The man merely smirked, his eyes gleaming with a twisted sense of amusement. "I think you know," he said, pointing the gun at Elliot again. "Now, who's your second favorite?"

"Oh come on," Elliot whimpered, but his voice was drowned out by the whirring sound of the ray gun charging. He could feel the panic rising in his chest, choking him. But before he could say another word, the ray fired, hitting him squarely in his torso. "You should've answered when I asked buddy," The man said ominously. The world returned to a blur, as his mouth spoke "my brother" in a blank tone, his vision returns back to normal. Hoping all of these shots don't have adverse effects.

The room was a canvas of shadows and terror, the only sound the faint whimpers from Elliot's mother. He could see his brother's eyes, wide and pleading, as he looked at Elliot, silently begging for help.

The transformation was quick and brutal. Elliot's brother's body jerked and spasmed in the chair, his eyes bulging with horror as his fingers and toes fused together looking like a fin, at a 90-degree angle. He tries to thrash, slipping his arms out now that his hands were flatter. He quickly stood up but fell, cushioning his fall with his hands, or, what they were now. He looked at his hands, eyes widening in horror. He tries to scream, obstructed by the tape over his mouth. And then he bends forwards and backwards in pain as the transformation continues.

All of a sudden, he laid flat on the ground, his arms and legs unwillingly shot up and to the side to create a Y shape, his head in the middle. His legs did the same. And then, he starts crying as he feels tingling. Elliot watches as the man stands in front of his brother, cutting off underwear since he sleeps naked. Elliot watches in horror as his brother's hair recedes into his body. And then the horror of it all. The intruder's gaze lingered on his brother's contorted form, a twisted smile playing across his lips as he took in the sight.

His whole body begins to flatten, and stretch wide. Flattening and growing outwards, they meet his arms and feet. His head flattens, tears rolling down, but stop and buddle on his now flat skin. Each respective side extends to the side, the same with his crutch and head. As Elliot now witnesses his brother completely flat on the ground, a large rectangle flat on the ground. The edge of his body thickens just a little bit, slightly bigger and higher than the rest of the inside. Now fully flat, and null of any features, the same dense soft fluffy material grows all over his body.

The horror was interrupted by the sudden emergence of patterns. The mischievous grin of Stitch, then the sweet smile of Angel. As multitude of alternating poses and expressions danced across his form, a macabre tapestry of Elliot's favorite cartoon characters entwined in a cute pose. Stars and hearts began to bloom around them, a grotesque parody of the whimsical world he had once found solace in. The patterns grew more intricate, the colors more vivid, as the material stretched and shifted, becoming a part of him. Now fully transformed, Elliot's brother lay on the ground alone. Flat, helpless, with a soft texture covered in illustrations.

Tears streamed down Elliot's face as he took in the sight of his brother, now nothing but a twisted pancake of his former self. The man's gaze shifted to him, his question hanging in the air like a guillotine ready to drop. "Who's your favorite in your family?" His words were a slap in the face, a sadistic twist of his heartstrings. Elliot knew he was referring to his mother, the only one left in the room. He felt the warmth of his mother's gaze on him, her eyes pleading. He didn't want to answer, didn't want to be the reason for another transformation.

He took a deep, shuddering breath, the plush fabric of his pajamas sticking slightly to his clammy skin. "You know better than to not answer," the man said, his voice a cold whisper. "But, there's only your mom left, so I bet it's your mom." His finger hovered over the button of the ray gun, the anticipation making Elliot's stomach churn. He leaned in, a sickening smile spreading across his face.

He pressed the trigger, and a beam of light shot towards Elliot's mother, who was bound to the chair. Elliot watched, unable to look away, as the light enveloped her...

Her skin began to change, her features melting and reshaping away to be replaced by a soft, plush material that grew more pronounced with each passing second. Her ears disappearing, as she struggled against her bonds. Her hands and feet reduced in size. Her arms widened, tucked and pressed against her side. Her toes fused into three digits, as her legs shortened. Her mouth extended a bit, only a mound of dark yellow, a silent scream forever frozen in place. The warmth of Maria's gaze was replaced with the cold stare of plastic eyes, unblinking and unfeeling.

The transformation was so sudden, so complete, that Elliot couldn't even scream. The man stepped back, admiring his handiwork with a nod. "All this torture could've been avoided if you had just cooperated," he murmured, almost to himself. Elliot felt a pang of anger and sadness, watching Maria become a twisted caricature of his favorite cartoon character.

Elliot felt the ray wash over him, a cold wave that seemed to penetrate his very soul. His body grew warm, then hot. His muscles spasmed and he felt his bones shifting, rearranging themselves into something smaller. His legs, once long and lanky, grew shorter, his feet dangling like a ragdoll's from the chair. His torso compressed and his shoulders rounded forward, his neck shortening as his head shrank just a bit. His hair grew longer, draping over the extremely large pajama top he had on, tickling his skin, his features softer. His skin grew paler, smoother, and his nails grew to an uncomfortable length.

The blackness took over, a soothing embrace that swallowed Elliot's fear and pain. He felt himself falling, but there was no ground to hit. It was like falling into a cloud, the softness of it all enveloping him until he was no longer aware of anything. Falling completely asleep.