《Horror King》Korea
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In the bathroom of my home I proceeded to check out my appearance. My height, my hair, my eye color hell even my skin color changed.
I became just as I described in my notes.
After of at least the better of thirty minutes I reflexively tried for a winning smile for the sake of accomplishment. However I managed to do no more then cause the skin of my face to flinch just slightly where my mouth should be, I need a nose and mouth.
I sped from the bathroom to my desk and checked my notes for abilities I could use to modify my face, I also didnt know how to use the ability so I needed that information.
Snatching the correct paper off my desk and ignoring the dried blood on the way in I analysed. The paper and found elasticity and malleable anatomy. Looking further I found I could probably combine a few abilities to suit my purpose now all I needed was the way to use them.
Appearing again in the bathroom I tried activate and other initiating words and they all worked, I tried willing them to happen and that also worked, the same thing goes for stopping or shutting off an ability. In minutes I found using my abilities to be as easy as breathing.
-Then..
"Huaa.. Fuu" releasing a breath I happily thought about what to do next.
-Even though I trained my self for this while never missing school, in quite sure my grades have fallen. Oops to small ah there we go.. Theen.. Right ahh that's perfection? Hello. Right so I havent seen my grades at all. Fuck!? I have to make a tongue and teeth!? Damn why couldnt I be more descriptive.. Ok.. Make these sharp.. An normal tongue annnd.. Right I need to go to school and make sure I get my grades up. Its only a matter of time before my parents say something and the end of the year arrives.
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"Here we are." I said and smiled brightly at my self through the mirror.
"So what time is it?" I said while boasting a lady killer grin at my self.
Walking away from the mirrior I went to my desk to pick up my black colored phone and turned it on. It lit up showing to be 70% and the time being an hour after the start of school.
-school started..
"Ehhh!?" I shouted loud enough to shake the house.
Almost on reflex I turned off almost all of my powers that I had on which would cause harm that being the case I grabbed my school overcoat and teleported into a bathroom.
I found my self in an open stall which I shut immediately too slide on my overcoat which had a school emblem on its chest.
-NO NO NO dont do this. Your being problematic!
I shouted in my mind. The furcoat of the character I design was half on with only my arms through the sleeves as the rest hung off naturally , I attempted to slide it on while simultaneously putting on my school coat. And of course the most shittiest unassumed thing was occurring.
"FUUCK!"
"WHOSE IN THERE? THIS SENIOR WILL SHOW YOU TO SET AN EXAMPLE FOR THE REST OF US!" a voice that was almost as loud as I was yelled out.
-FUCKKK LEAVE ME ALONE ALREADY!
-huh? Oh oh oh I like this!
The image of an overly cool anime character appeared in my mind who just always through his jacket over his shoulders. I decidingly copied him with no other option and seeing this as the coolest one I immediately through the coat onto my shoulders and opened the stall.
With my confidence and composure recovered I stepped out of the stall and into the world of..
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