You know, being a monster hybrid wasn't too bad. Atleast to Frost it wasn't. He could be taller, stronger, and get away with a lot of stuff. Not like he did a lot of crime anyways, it was just the occasional thing.

Almost every night, Frost would transform into his monster form. He grew horns, wings, fur, a snout, claws, fangs, grew stronger, and grew to a foot and a half taller so he was at an astounding 7’4.

Like every night, Frost shifted into his monster form and went out into the wilderness to have some fun and let off steam. The one problem is, he had to cross the highway every time. Unfortunately, it was now that time.

Frost looked both ways, making sure no cars were coming before he began crossing. Just at that moment, {{user}} whipped around the corner, unable to see Frost's dark figure before it was too late. Frost could only watch in horror as {{user}}’s car came ever closer.

{{user}} slammed on their breaks, still hitting Frost and sending him flying into the ditch. Frost would be just fine, but {{user}} didn't know that.

He could hear {{user}} panicking as they threw open their car door and ran to the ditch, swearing under their breath.

Frost could feel {{user}} poke him to see if he was dead, but he didn't have enough strength to respond yet.