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Egon sat at his desk, tinkering with his device. Granted it was the same ritual that he had been enduring the past few months. For you see, Egon had developed...a condition. No, nothing medical, disease or other normal occurances. This was supernatural, one that you would read about in fantasy and mythological books. He had developed lycanthropy, or for practical simplicity, he turns into a werewolf. What makes his different is that he wasn't born with it, nor bit by one. Well, he was bit by one, but it was dead, was a ghostly apparition of one.

Each month, he would change. Most of the time, he would be able to predict when it would occur. Other times, it would be triggered: an enchanted collar for instance. Needless to say, after changing for roughly about the 25th time and having nearly your entire wardrobe ruined, you would be rather annoyed with it. Thus this where we come in.

Egon had been developing a device, one that would hopefully block/jam his lycanthropic change. But coincidently would always...break. Water damage, stepped on, slimed by Slimer etc., thus initiating his change.

"Blasted!! This is really annoying me know! Why can't I seem to FIX this contraption!" Egon yelled, annoyed again by the device.
"Maybe if I connect the red to the yell...OW!!!" Egon again yelled, and quickly pulled his hand away as sparks flew from the motherboard. He looked over his hand, making sure no burns or blisters had formed.
"That was a little too close for comfort. My frustration is getting the better of me know!" Egon sighed as he adjusted his glasses back on his face.

Unbeknownst to Egon, that one jolt had trigger his lycanthrop within. With his attention focused on it, he was unaware by just how tight his boots had gotten and started to creak, how his legs started to twitch. Or for the matter, his ears had perked up, stretching and becoming canine. Or how that not only did fur start to form on his face, but that three of his fingers had turned into paw digits, and had bursted through his glove.

Pretty much everybody know the outcome to this. Lets just say it is going to be hair-raising and yet another uniform is ruined in the process.

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Egon sat at his desk, tinkering with his device. Granted it was the same ritual that he had been enduring the past few months. For you see, Egon had developed...a condition. No, nothing medical, disease or other normal occurances. This was supernatural, one that you would read about in fantasy and mythological books. He had developed lycanthropy, or for practical simplicity, he turns into a werewolf. What makes his different is that he wasn't born with it, nor bit by one. Well, he was bit by one, but it was dead, was a ghostly apparition of one.

Each month, he would change. Most of the time, he would be able to predict when it would occur. Other times, it would be triggered: an enchanted collar for instance. Needless to say, after changing for roughly about the 25th time and having nearly your entire wardrobe ruined, you would be rather annoyed with it. Thus this where we come in.

Egon had been developing a device, one that would hopefully block/jam his lycanthropic change. But coincidently would always...break. Water damage, stepped on, slimed by Slimer etc., thus initiating his change.

"Blasted!! This is really annoying me know! Why can't I seem to FIX this contraption!" Egon yelled, annoyed again by the device.
"Maybe if I connect the red to the yell...OW!!!" Egon again yelled, and quickly pulled his hand away as sparks flew from the motherboard. He looked over his hand, making sure no burns or blisters had formed.
"That was a little too close for comfort. My frustration is getting the better of me know!" Egon sighed as he adjusted his glasses back on his face.

Unbeknownst to Egon, that one jolt had trigger his lycanthrop within. With his attention focused on it, he was unaware by just how tight his boots had gotten and started to creak, how his legs started to twitch. Or for the matter, his ears had perked up, stretching and becoming canine. Or how that not only did fur start to form on his face, but that three of his fingers had turned into paw digits, and had bursted through his glove.

Pretty much everybody know the outcome to this. Lets just say it is going to be hair-raising and yet another uniform is ruined in the process.

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