The day went as normal, eat food, use bathroom, get ready for a battle, fight, kill, come back to base and try to get to your room before Hitler found you. Wash, rinse, repeat.
Scout got into bed with only a few bruises from a RED Scout who had his head sniped before he had a chance to cave in Scot's skull. Perhaps a disturbing image and thought, that he had come so close to death, but it was so close to routine now that Scot slept easily. Actually he fell asleep much easier than normal, out before his head hit the pillow.
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BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!
Scout groaned and rolled away from the alarm clock, discomfort sitting heavily on his shoulder blades. He must have slept on his arm funny.
"Ugh... Shudup, wouldja?" He grumbled, twitching his nose which had a bit of an itch. It felt like there was a hair on his face or something.
The beeping and discomfort continued and Scot figured his roommates were dead and he didn't actually have any (again). Well whatever, maybe he'd throw out the piles of crap covering the floor. The distance between his bed and the floor was getting less and less all the time.
With the goal of shutting off the alarm being number one the young man rolled back over (more discomfort) and blindly reached towards the alarm. His hand hit pillow.
"Huh?" Was his air really that bad? Scout stretched again, as far as he could, and tried to feel on the night stand. Only pillow, and not even the edge of the pillow.
"What the fuck?" He asked, blue eyes opening as he turned his head so the alarm and his arm could be in view. Except his arm wasn't there. There was a furry sort of... paw... thing.
"..."
Another stretched, fingers reaching. His arm was nowhere in sight but the paw on his pillow stretched and strained, the fingers of the paw separating to show of small, sharp claws and light brown fur.
"What kinda' sick fuckin' joke...?" Scout asked, withdrawing his "hand" to touch his face. Was that fur? Was his nose wet?
"Awh wha...? Wh-what the fuck?!"
Scout started to flail and kick his way out from under his bed. His feet hopped his ass up higher than his head and he tumbled forward onto his bed, kicking up at the air as he yelled in a blind panic.
"SHIT! SHIT!! What the fuck!? Why'doIgotfuckingpaws!?"
Scout rolled back onto his paws, feeling that weird discomfort from his shoulder blades again.
"Ah Jesus... What...?" He tried to stand up on his feet and fell back, hitting his head against the wall. Tears started to roll down his cheeks while he tried to sniff them back, one paw rubbing the back of his furry head as Scout got his first look at his furry belly and giant feet.
"Oh my FUCKING God... What the hell is this?" He could sleep on his fucking pillow, that was how small he was now! He struggled to his feet again, hopping around in a tight circle to try and see himself. He was like... a rabbit or something? Were those feathers? Jesus what the hell!
After tripping over his legs a few times Scout had to stop and cry and think. Something had clearly gone horribly wrong. Scout needed to get help. He didn't bother to think why he was like, just that it needed to be fixed. Since the distance from bed to floor was small Scout felt okay with jumping down onto the pile of clothes and God only knew what else.
Everything looked so big and scary now. His bed was huge now. Scout didn't know what to make of it. All he knew was this just had to be a mistake, a fixable mistake. All he had to do was get help.
Scout hopped through the clothes, the uneven surface making it harder to traverse than it should have. Last night it had taken him all of three steps. Now it was like an epic adventure. It didn't help that he had a poor grasp of how his legs worked. Hopping was not running, it was hopping. The dynamic was not like running so Scot spent a good portion of his time tripping over himself.
Eventually he hit solid floor, the only clear spot in the whole room which made sense since it was right by the door. Scout rubbed at his eyes to rid his cheeks of the tears he'd shed getting thus far, the fur on his cheeks wet. Scout had made it to the door. All he had to do was... open... it...
"Fuh-fuck!" He hopped over to the door and tried to jump up as high as he could, paws stretching up to the door handle. Not. Even. Close.
"No nonononono...!" He tried a few more jumps, each one failing miserably. Scout pawed at his door, claws scratching lightly, "Hey! HEY! Help! I can't...! Huuhn, this is fucked up!"