Night of the were-four

A Story by J

Scene One: The Quiet Before

The trees swayed under the ghostly moonlight. A cool wind passed through the worn playground swings and yellowing grass of Ridgepine Park, a place where people used to bring their kids before it got too eerie at night.

Fiona, 19 years old, sat alone at the edge of the park bench, hood pulled over her head. She’d been plagued with a feeling she couldn’t explain for weeks now like the air around her was too heavy, too still. Like someone, or something, was waiting.

Her phone had long died. The streetlights had flickered off.

Her breath fogged in the cold night. And then
the wind stopped.

"You’ve waited long enough, Fiona."

A voice. Not from her phone. Not from around her.
From everywhere and nowhere. It reverberated inside her skull like an echo made of static and regret.

She stood abruptly, heart racing.

“Who- who’s there?!”

The air shimmered, as if reality itself bent inward like plastic melting. From the dark sky, a rip opened silently. Something beyond black, shifting, endless watched her from inside.

From the crack, a formless black entity emerged. Its outline constantly shifted between teeth, wires, and empty eyes.

“You are a fitting vessel. You are the hinge.”

“W-What the hell are you talking about?! I didn’t agree to this!” Fiona cried, stepping back.

“You were chosen. Consent was never needed. You are becoming something… greater. Something... abstract.”

And then
It began.

Scene Two: The Becoming

Her knees buckled. Her scream cut through the night, echoed against the trees, then warped mid-sound into something unhuman.

Her body snapped downward. Her back arched cracking, reshaping unnaturally. Her spine folded in on itself, like a collapsing tent frame. Bones melted and reformed.

Her fingers trembled, then twitched. They elongated and fused until they resembled three long, stylized, gloved digits. Sharp edges began to form at their tips. They shimmered faintly not like metal, but something sharper. Something... abstract.

Her legs grew too long, cartoonishly so, with heavy, black-outlined feet where her shoes once were. Her shoes exploded off, torn by the growth.

“No… NO! I DON’T WANT THIS!”

The entity watched.

Her skin burned. She looked down and saw her human skin peeling away, dissolving like wet paper replaced by solid, smooth blue.

Not flesh. Not rubber. Something new.

“Make it STOP!”

Her face stretched and twisted. Her human nose vanished; her mouth widened into a lopsided, mischievous grin she couldn’t close. Her cheeks reshaped into the top bar of a number 4, her body folding and twisting into the very shape of the numeral.

“You are becoming what always was. You are the void’s answer.”

Tears streamed down her cheeks until her eyes changed.
Big. White. Circular. She no longer blinked.

Her voice shattered mid-scream. It shifted rapidly rising in pitch, stretching unnaturally.

“P-please… don’t... make me…”

She could no longer finish her sentence. The words came out warped.

A crack rang out like thunder in reverse.

The transformation completed.

Where Fiona once stood, there was only Four.

Scene Three: Aftermath

Four blinked.

They stood alone on the sidewalk, confused. Head tilted. They looked down at their hands.

“Huh... Where... am I?”

They didn’t know who they were. They didn’t know what they were.
But they felt lonely.

Then, without warning, they blinked and…

Scene Four: The Return of X

Ruins of the BFB arena, Goiky. Long destroyed.

A blue spark danced in the air and coalesced into Four, who dropped to the cracked ground with a dazed groan. Dust swirled around them. Their sword-like fingers twitched reflexively.

From above, a yellow flash descended.