***WARNING: This episode contains scat.***
The Changer rarely researched his targets very heavily–he found that the more he got to know someone’s history, the harder it was, in a way, to figure out what to change about them. It was too hard to try and anticipate what would happen most times, so usually, he would wander around various cities, listening to what people were saying. He secretly enjoyed making people’s stupid, thoughtless words come true. Like in Terry’s case.
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Terry lived in a modest, city apartment in a nice, generally clean neighborhood. His office was only a few minutes away, and he was right in the middle of a culturally vibrant downtown. He hated it, or at least, that’s what he told everyone in conversation. He hated the smell, the homeless, the cramped living spaces, the prices. The first thing he was going to do when he retired, he said, was move miles away from every city. The Changer wondered why he should wait, and decided to give Terry what he said he wanted.
The Terry who woke up in the small, filthy, single wide trailer had never been to a city in his life. The closest city was nearly fifty miles away, and it was a far cry from the metropolis he’d lived in before his change. The Changer had expected him to be just as miserable here as in the city, but to his surprise, the opposite was true. The new Terry loved his quiet, simple life working on cars as the only gas station in a twenty mile radius. Still, not everyone ended up meaning what they said.
Frank loved picking fights with people, especially his neighbors, and he had a mouth which let loose any number of horrid, disgusting insults at the people around him. It was just a way for him to feel important by knocking down everyone else around him. The Changer happened past while he was engaged in one of his cross-fence shouting matches, and decided that he would immediately come to embody the last insult he hurled during the fight. Now, as far as Frank was concerned, “shitface,” was a reasonably mild insult, but as soon as those last words were uttered, Frank felt a strange compulsion.
In Frank’s case, The Changer had decided the change shouldn’t be retroactive, but only affect him from the present onward. His obsession with shit was sudden, very strong, and by the weekend, he was hosting an orgy with all of his new friends at his home. The Changer hoped that all the shit he would be eating from now on would keep his mouth busy.
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