The Curse of the WerePyro

Zeydaan had a poor experience trying to emulate on her new computer- particularly getting some old TF2 mods working. Unwittingly inflicting herself with a strange curse.

She wouldn't be aware of what was happening to her every night, and the slow progression of the curse- only hearing about the strange string of nightly fires in her hometown. Until waking up one morning finding her hands as large, puffy rubber gloves. That night, she'd be aware of the changes, as soon as the moon hit her, her entire body would writhe-

Changing into hard and thick rubber, swelling up large beyond her control. She couldn't even call for help, her new boots and larger frame sending them to the ground, mouth sealed into a heavy gas mask. Only pained huffs heard as her body would swell out of control before becoming very still.

Zeydaan would be gone, locked into a hazy fuzzy dream with unicorns and rainbows as the werepyro would take control.