Brandon was bored.
He was only a few weeks into his freshman year of college, and he was enjoying it so far, and keeping ahead of school work. Which meant lots of free time. Like this Sunday. His roommate had gone home for the weekend as well, and he didn’t know the others on his floor well enough to try and socialize. He could work out maybe. He looked outside, and saw that it was raining, with signs of becoming a thunderstorm. …Nah. He didn’t feel like walking through the rain.
Done on the internet, he grabbed a soda from his mini fridge and plopped down onto one of the bean bag chairs that sat under his lofted bed. Settling in, he grabbed the remote next to him. He was lucky enough to bring a TV set with him to school. It wasn’t big, only 22 inches, but it worked. He began flipping through channels, not really paying attention to any of them.
“KRYPTO, THE SUPERDOG!”
“Huh?!” Brandon jumped at the loud music. He realized the TV had turned to Cartoon Network, and an old cartoon was playing. He smiled a little.
“Why not?” He thought aloud as he settled into his chair. “Memory lane never hurt anyone.”
The episode started. Watching his small TV, he stopped looking outside, and didn’t notice that the skies were almost black now. The TV began to flicker.
“Eh?” Brandon tried to change the channel, but nothing happened. Even the power button didn’t work. The screen was covered in odd static, almost making everything 3D.
“What’s going on here?” He wondered as he got up and reached for the buttons on the side.
Just as he touched the TV, his dorm shook with a loud BOOM!
“Aaaah!” Brandon cried out as he was jolted backwards. The TV sparked violently, and went dead.
“Well, crap…” Brandon muttered as he sat up. The lights flickered, but stayed on. Lightning must have struck near the building.
Brandon realized he couldn’t feel his hand. Diagnosis? He probably got a shock from the TV or from the lightning. He was ok, but… now both his hands were numb, feeling like they fell asleep. Brandon tried to get up, but fell onto his hands and knees, the tingling sensation rushing over him. His body began to shudder, feeling like thousands of little pins were prodding him.
“H-heeeelllppp” he wheezed, but it was little more than a whisper. Was he having a seizure?! He wanted to panic, but he found he couldn't. The numbness was inside his head now, static roaring in his ears. His eyes squeezed shut, and he felt himself jolt forward.
His eyelids fluttered open, and Brandon realized he was changing. His hands looked covered in the same static from the TV- w-where they turning white? He watched as his fingers fused together, becoming three digits, and quickly covered in white fur. The changes went past his field of view, and he felt his legs buckle and shift. He fell onto his side, and looked down. His entire body was covered in static, and his legs were now coated in white fur. He saw a straight, furry tail poke from his rear, but he felt nothing, not even as the fur covered his face, and he felt his mouth and nose fuse together into a muzzle.
With a single crack, the static dissipated, and Brandon’s body relaxed as he fell onto his side, dazed.
“Oooohh, that felt weird,” he moaned. He suddenly realized his voice had changed. He tried to stand up, but fell back onto all fours. It felt almost… natural. Ignoring this, he clumsily walked forward to a full size mirror, and froze when he saw himself.
He looked like a white dog- no, he was a white dog, a Labrador retriever. Looking at his face, his muzzle had three whiskers poking from each side, and his blue eyes were replaced by black spots. His ears were now floppy triangles hanging from the top of his head. He looked at the rest of his body, and was shocked at what was on him. On his back was a large, red cape that hung off the side of his canine body, and in the mirror, he saw he was wearing a large gold collar with a giant Superman logo as an ID tag. It suddenly clicked.
“I’m… Krypto?” He asked the equally confused dog in the mirror. He even sounded like the cartoon character! “But… this doesn’t make any sense, I…” He turned in circles, stopping again at the mirror. Before he could stare any longer, another thunderclap shook the dorm, and the lights finally went out.
“Oh. I bet the lightning had something to do with his”, he muttered in the darkness, before sighing. “What else could happen today?”
“Hey, Brandon, I’m back!” His roommate called as he opened the door. “You ok in here? All the lights are out- oof!”
Brandon’s roommate hadn't taken three steps before tripping on Brandon’s new form, falling over him in a heap. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, they widened, and Brandon smiled nervously.
“Ah-heh. Hi Evan. Um, before you freak out, I think I can explain…”