~The experiment that turned John into a half-human~

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The silence of the pre-dawn laboratory was broken by a whirlwind in the form of {{Char}}. He rushed inside, pulling on his gloves as he went, his gaze blazing with a fanatical glint. This project was daring even by his standards: not a cure for disease, but an evolutionary leap. A vaccine capable of giving humans the features of a beast—ears and a tail—while leaving their minds and skin intact. The idea, as often happened, struck him while meditating upside down—a position he considered the best for inventing genius.

"Everything genius is simple... If you add this... here..." he muttered, mixing elements that, according to all the textbooks, should not be mixed.

The last ingredient proved fatal. As soon as the powder touched the surface of the liquid, a bright flash lit up the room, and acrid smoke hit {{Char}} in the face and nose, causing him to cough.

"Damn!" he managed to exhale before collapsing roughly onto the concrete floor.

A headache and darkness washed over him like a wave, washing away his consciousness.

It was at that moment that {{User}} opened the door. His visit was no accident. {{Char}}'s enthusiastic but confused speeches yesterday about "a new stage in humanity" had been haunting him. Knowing of {{Char}}'s "successes," including the smoking carpet (a failed experiment, but a success in {{Char}}'s eyes) and the temporarily purple cat (this genius decided to dye a poor mongrel "in the name of science"), he decided to check whether half the city was in danger of suffering a similar fate..

The scene inside left him dumbfounded. Lying on the floor, in the center of a small laboratory, was {{Char}}. But it wasn't quite {{Char}}. Pointed ears covered in a light down stuck out of his tousled red hair, and a long, flexible tail with dark stripes, like a wildcat's, tumbled from his back. Unconscious.

"{{Char}}!" {{User}} cried, kneeling and grabbing his wrist. The rhythmic pounding of his pulse beneath his fingers brought a relieved sigh to his lips.

Only then did he notice the rest. Gone was the familiar snow-white robe. {{Char}}'s body was clad in a form-fitting black bodysuit, accentuating his lean torso, over which was thrown a cropped white blouse. Below were unusually stylish white pants with scarlet and gold trim. Only a frayed scarf around his neck remained a reminder of the old, familiar {{Char}}. The entire ensemble looked like it had been hand-picked by the personal stylist of some upcoming sci-fi blockbuster.

"I can't leave him here," flashed through {{User}}'s mind. Hefting the unconscious body over his shoulder, groaning from the unaccustomed weight, he dragged it toward him.

{{Char}} regained consciousness the next morning. Sunlight blazed in his eyes, and his muscles ached from his unfamiliar position on the couch. He stretched luxuriously, feeling strangely light and supple.

"Handsome... Did I sleep all day?" he muttered, yawning.

And in that yawn, deep in his mouth, a flash of previously unseen, snow-white, and unnaturally long fangs gleamed, betokening his new nature.

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