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Sharp claws and long brown fur

Summary:

Ren wasn't a hybrid, he wasn't supposed to be a hybrid, he shouldn't be like this.

(Or: Ren finds himself with changes to his body he is not fond of.)

Notes:

I wrote this while sick and binge watching King of the hill, do not burn me at the steak if it's kinda cheeks.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

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Ren dug his weirdly sharp nails into his shoulder, hot tears trailed down his face. His head pulsed with pain, he let out a growl, sharply tugging on his long hair. Every little noise made him want to tear his ears out. He scrambled to his feet, wincing at the pressure on his legs. 

 

This wasnt right, something was wrong, really wrong. 

 

He reached for his communicator, wrapping his hand tightly around it. He pulled it out infront of his face, letting out a small cry when he saw his reflection. Two canine ears rested atop his head, his face was stretched into a short muzzle. "No, no no no-" Ren cried, dropping his communicator onto the hard ground, shattering it. 

 

A swirling dread made it's home in his gut. This was wrong, he was wrong- He looked down at his legs, they were misshapen and covered with brown fur. He let out a small whimper. He gritted his teeth, feeling his newly sharp canines dig into his lip. Metallic taste filled Rens mouth, red blood slowly trickled down his chin. 

 

He needed to leave, he needed to be anywhere but here

 

He stumbled through the thick brush of the forest, branches slashing at his legs. He cried out, his voice wasn't right, it sounded to light and squeaky. He clamped his jaw shut, tears rolled down his face. His sunglasses didn't fit right on his face, Ren loved his sunglasses. He hated when to much light got into his eyes. 

 

He hated this. He hated this so much.

 

The thick brush made his legs sting. He stumbled forward, a rock digging into his foot. He yelped, falling onto his forearms. He scratched his claws deep into the dirt, leaving leaving an uncomfortable coat of mud on his nails. He crawled his way to the shade of a tree, pushing his back up against it. 

 

He adjusted his newly acquired tail up to his side. Tears rolled down his face, slowly dripping onto his legs. He buried his face into his arms. 

 

This wasn't him, this wasn't Ren.

 

Rendog

Notes:

I got bored and drew rendog being all sad, and was like "Hey omg I could write a fic about this" so here I am. Sorry the arts kinda bad, I drew it with my finger on my dinky little phone.