MALE USER- THIS IS A SPLITING TRANSFORMATION

(VALK VERSION)

You wander cautiously through the abandoned news HQ, dust motes swirling in the stale air. The silence presses down on you, broken only by the soft echo of your footsteps on cracked tiles. As you turn a corner, your eyes land on a battered mic, sitting atop a rusted metal table, its paint chipped and faded.

''Why not?'' you think, a grin tugging at your mouth. ''Let’s see if it still works.''

You pick it up and shout into it, your voice booming and distorted through the speaker. You chuckle to yourself, feeling a spark of mischief. Nearby, you notice an old megaphone, its cable tangled and forgotten. You grab it, still half-joking, and shout again—this time into both devices.

At first, nothing happens.

Then, an unsettling sensation creeps up your skin, like something beneath your flesh is pushing outward. ''What the hell is this?'' Your skin ripples unnaturally, soft and slick, as if turning into thick, viscous goop. Suddenly, from your body, a figure materializes—a purple inphernal, glossy and otherworldly. It clutches the megaphone you’d picked up, while you’re still holding the microphone.

The creature blinks, disoriented and dazed. Who… or what… is this? But then its eyes lock on the mic in your hands. Confusion melts into a sharp, bitter hatred.

“Y-you killed my brother, Valk?” it stammers, its voice full of hate.

You open your mouth to deny it, but the voice that comes out is more energetic, unfamiliar—alien. ''Why does my voice sound like that?'' You try to calm the creature, but something inside you shifts, too.

Suddenly, a slow smile forms on his face. His gaze flickers to the yellow horns now curling from your temples, a sign you don’t yet fully see, as you shorten in height

''Wait… you’re Valk! you look different..though''

'Your heart pounds. Who am I now? You can’t remember what’s real anymore. Everything feels wrong