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Never in Green’s life had they ever wanted to hurt someone before, much less kill anyone. It was unthinkable, a thought that had never dared to cross their mind before; or at least, a thought that they had never dared to entertain before.
Death had always been an awful, terrifying thing to them, no matter the form it took. A deep sadness had always washed over them on the rare occasion someone in their town had passed. Even something as small as the death of a worm had made them sad.
And now, now they wanted nothing more than to spill the blood of their crew.
This sudden bloodlust didn’t come creeping in slowly; It didn’t quietly slipped into the back of their mind and gradually spread through their body.
No. It was a simple as: One moment, they were starry eyed, naive Green with big dreams; Then the next, they were filled with an uncontrollable desire for blood.
It was an overwhelming sensation, as if they were suddenly set ablaze with the heat that filled them now. The want, the need. It was as if their body wasn’t solid anymore, as if they were melting alive with this unbearable hot need to spill blood.
And then they realised there was something wrong with their body. Something had changed, something weird was done to them.
It wasn’t the body of Green, the worm farm assistant anymore. No, their body had just become one thing. Their blood, flesh, muscles and nerves- it was if it they had all melted together into an amalgamation of a squishy, fleshy thing. It was both not theirs anymore and never been more theirs.
It was as if some mad scientist had tried putting the liquified remains of a person together.
Their body was wrong; It was truly theirs.
If you ask anyone else, they might’ve told you that Green wasn’t Green anymore. That all that remains is a parasitic thing inside of them puppeteering a corpse.
But the thing was, Green didn’t feel any different.
The change was noticed but only because it was so drastic, only because it was so monstrous and oppressive- like a cancer rapidly overtaking them. It was like transforming under a full moon except you were a vampire. Nothing had changed with them, not really.
They were just… introduced to a new world beyond their imagination.
Green would say that they did not change. They just… got a bit more excitable, a bit more thirsty.
Green simply… desired more.
They were still themself, really. Still the same worm farm assistant from a small town with big dreams, still the same unpaid intern that wished to become captain one day; Nothing had changed.
…Nothing of importance, really.
They just wanted more.
And watching White’s blood spray the walls around them like an explosion from their face; hearing the way everyone around them descend into panicked, horrified chaos; all because of them.
Green, a small nobody with big dreams.
One desire, one urge, one need overpowered the rest. That much became evident as White’s body hit the floor.
This insatiable bloodlust, this sadistic thrill. This.
This overshadowed their original dreams.
Green had never wanted anything more.