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_ The door creaked open with a good deal of effort from the two biggest members of the crew. Chad, a husky, and Bryce, a kangaroo, shoved until the double doors were open wide enough for their comrades to pass. Lix, a chameleon, slipped through next, followed by Dennis, a robin. Bringing up the rear was an androgynous cat named Liegh and a slender antelope named Billie.

Once everyone was through, Chad and Bryce let go of the doors.

"Wait!" Dennis called out, extending his wing towards the two larger males, but it was too late. From an unseen force, the doors slammed shut and locked, trapping the six inside.

"Aw shit, sorry..." Bryce rubbed the back of his head.

"We were here to investigate this place anyway." Billie pointed out. She shifted her weight and put her hand on her hip. "We just need to find a way out on top of everything else."

Chad grinned, planting his fists on the side panels of his letterman jacket, just above his hips. "Well, we should split up and get investigating!" He puffed up his chest proudly.

Liegh sighed. "You've been waiting to say that since we got out of the car." They leaned down to peer at the door's lock through the keyhole. "It's blotted out now."

Lix stretched his hands above his head. "Well, I'm all for exploring, if it'll find us another way out."

"Fine... we'll split up." Dennis huffed, crossing his wings in front of his chest. "But we call out if we need help, okay?"

"Right." Bryce grinned. "I'll come runnin'"

Lix was already out of the room, his curled chameleon tail trailing behind him. Eyes swiveling all around, he looked for some kind of way to get out.

The next room he entered was filled with marble statues. A single plinth lay empty, almost inviting.

The chameleon stared at it for a moment. "Oh, hell naw." He walked right past it, peering suspiciously at the statues two at a time. Lix continued on into a room that appeared to be a laundry, chutes from the ceiling pointed into vats, with rollers set up beside them. The lizard walked in a serpentine path amongst the big vats, brushing close against one of them.

A pair of empty, soaked sleeves grabbed onto the reptile's shoulders, hefting him off the ground.

Lix thrashed in surprise as he was carried along. He looked up and back to see where he was being brought and his scales went pale.

The laundry roller was being operated by what appeared to be a pair of trousers on the crank.

Thinking fast, the chameleon opened his mouth and shot out his tongue at the side of the vat opposite to him. Making contact and getting a good stick, he reeled his tongue back to pull himself forward. Lix felt the wet grip get dragged down his torso to his hips, then his calves as he dragged himself free. Then, he felt a pinch on his tail. Eyes wide, the lizard swiveled both eyes back.

He was just in time to see his feet join his tail in being dragged between the powerful rollers. No pain, just an intense pressure strained through the three limbs as they were squeezed more and more. Lix flailed his arms uselessly as he felt his knees get pulled through, then pushing up to his hips. He tried to move his flattened feet or his tail, but they wouldn't respond, just lowering smoothly into the water on the other side. When his tongue came unstuck, that was truly the end, the last resistance to the rollers gone. The lizard shot through the rapidly spinning pins and out into the vat behind.

The sheet of compressed chameleon splashed loudly as the dazed, spread face on the underside flipped upward from the momentum. Lix sank quickly beneath the surface, unable to resist gravity, or anything else. After a long moment, a pair of green stockings and a green shirt surfaced in the vat, as the animate clothes settled down._

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"Oh, come on, one failed roll shouldn't be that lethal." Vi muttered as she knocked over the little chameleon token on the board.

"You succeeded the wisdom check against the petrification plinth just fine, Vi." Non peered over the GM screen at his end of the table, just his upper half of the head visible due to his height. "And you're the one who said you wanted to trick-shot instead of just go for a contested grappling check."

The roadrunner signed and nodded. "Yeah... yeah."

"It is a horror game, Vi." Jane smiled further down the table. The key deer rested her elbows on either side of her character sheet. "Anyway, rules say you get to control an enemy now."

The white rat behind the screen nodded, adjusting his round glasses. "Yes. I'll text you what monster I rolled for you and you can flavor it how you like when you get activated. Don't share what you are with anyone and don't start playing it until then either."

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_ Bryce pushed open a door and found himself in the library. The muscular kangaroo looked up at the tall shelves, scratching at his abs idly with one hand. The marsupial's attention was drawn back towards the floor as he neared the center of the room.

There, painted on the floor in red was some kind of arcane sigil, runes and lines bouncing off the outer ring complicated matters.

As he stared, the strong roo felt a light press in his mind, like when you stand at the edge of a cliff. It was telling him to step into the circle. Bryce shook his head, blinking and rubbing his temple. "Woah... call of the void." He carefully walked around the circle, making sure to not let any part of himself pass over it._

Sitting on a pedestal on the opposite side of the circle was a large, ancient looking book. The page it was open to had the same sigil that was painted onto the floor, with a large block of text opposite.

Bryce stared into the book, and then walked up to it, placing both hands onto the old tome. Eyes drawn to the text, his mouth began to speak words he couldn't recognize. Consciously, the letters on the page meant nothing to him, but somehow his body was operating without him. The longer he spoke the more luminous the sigil on the floor and its original within the grimoire became.

The floor shook as the glow over took the sigils entirely, making a disk of red light that illuminated the whole chamber. The light surged up like a mushroom cloud, resolving into a glowing smoke. Then, the smoke began to take form. The mushroom-shape lent itself to what it was becoming, the upper body of a powerful masculine figure. Muscular arms unfurled from the shape, flexing, followed by bat wings spreading out and backward. The smoke cleared with the appearance of the skull of a ram missing its lower jaw with red glowing sockets in place of eyes as his head. As the demon grew more solid, his surface became a smooth, slightly glossy black hide, accentuating his musculature.

The kangaroo stared openly, looking over the infernal visitor. Broad pectorals, each as big as Bryce's whole body, massive shoulders, tree trunks for arms... His torso formed a bodybuilder's V shape from under his arms to his waist, which only just barely fit through the portal formed by where the sigil had been painted. The glow obscured any view down to the demon's lower half.

The eye glow subsided to pin-pricks within the sockets, only enough to indicate which way the beast was looking. He pointed at the small mortal, his voice resonating from within his skull. "Do you seek strength, little one?"

Bryce trembled, panting heavily. "Y-yeah..."

Somehow, the skull seemed to smirk. The demon curled his arms up over his head and flexed powerfully, chest jutting out more prominently as his skull was nearly surrounded in the glistening black of his own musculature. "Come, be one with strength."

The kangaroo peeled off his muscle tee thoughtlessly, his eyes glowing the same red as the demon's, now. He sprung off the floor with his powerful legs, flinging himself at the beautiful infernal chest.

The demon wrapped his arms around, flexing his chest at the same time. The kangaroo's upper half was sufficiently wide to not get caught immediately. However, as the Demon rumbled down at his catch, everything from the waist down except Bryce's large feet and a foot of tail were buried between his glistening pectorals. "That's a good mortal. Knowing where you belong." The infernal ram rumbled powerfully, flexing his chest again, dragging the feet and tail entirely out of sight.

Bryce moaned weakly, hands grasping at the rock-hard surface of the powerful chest he was two-thirds buried into. He could feel the massive slabs contract against him, creeping up to subsume his own pectorals. Soon his arms were laying fully on the glossy black hide as he looked longingly up into the demon's eye sockets.

One massive claw cradled the back of the kangaroo's head, rubbing the thumb between his large ears. "Joining with so many others as part of my strength..." The demon crooned, as his other hand guided Bryce to bring his arms forward and into the deep cleft between the immense pecs.

The built marsupial obeyed thoughtlessly, staring up into the dots of light so deep within the beast's eye sockets. Bryce thought he heard the sounds of other men's voices, getting louder the deeper he was drawn into the demon's chest. It was soon clear to him that they were moaning in pleasure. The kangaroo quivered and grinned dumbly.

As his prey's shoulders sank out of sight, leaving just his cute, mesmerized face exposed between the slabs of his powerful chest, the demon twisted his claw to be pressing down on Bryce's brow with the thumb. He groaned out in chorus with all the souls trapped inside his powerful muscles as he pressed the marsupial's head gradually all the way into the valley of his pecs. He removed his claw, revealing just the very tip of the mortal's ears.

Then, CLENCH. Moaning faces appeared all over the glistening smooth hide, as if pressing out from within. At the center, just below where he'd just vanished, was Bryce's blissful visage.... Then they all were dragged back down into the demon's depths.

Just as he had arrived, the beast turned to smoke, then to glowing energy, flowing back down into the sigil... before it too faded back to paint in the empty library.

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"Wow, lewd..." Vince's beak and cheeks were flushed with the blood that had rushed to his head. "Like, that was super horny." The puffin muttered, fidgeting in his seat.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Non deadpanned, but from the look in his eye, everyone at the table could tell he was smirking behind the GM screen.

Brad chuckled and flexed his arms dramatically, right across the table from the maritime avian. The corgi was a bodybuilder himself, and his next pose made his pecs strain his shirt. "How 'bout it, Vince? Gonna jump at my pecs next?"

"Too much flesh on your skull." The bird shot back, earning him a high five offer from Vi. The puffin took it, before sitting back in his seat.

"Aaaand check your texts, Vince." The rat said calmly, as the sound of his own phone getting set down on the table sounded behind the screen.

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_ Chad walked down a long hall. There were narrow windows set high in the stone walls... not very good exits. The husky stuffed his paws into his letterman jacket's pockets as he walked past suit of armor after suit of armor.

One turned its head as he passed, metal sliding against metal smoothly and with very little sound.

It was just barely enough for the dog's ear to perk. He looked left and right for the origin of the noise. He didn't turn his head far enough, however.

The suit of armor's visor clanged loudly as it reached the height of its movement on the helm. The umbral darkness within formed up into a lump at the bottom of the opening, before shooting out. The black tendril twisted and whipped outward in its travel, allowing the side to hit the husky first._

Chad yipped in surprise as the length of darkness wrapped around his chest and arms three times, rendering him unable to struggle. Especially when the tendril yanked backward, pulling his sneakers off the rug.

The husky looked back in the direction he was going and saw the suit of armor's form had distorted, visor opening wide so much that it distorted the helm down to where it connected to the chest piece. It was nearly as wide as the shoulders there, and those appeared to be stretched as well in a manner not befitting metal.

He was able to get all of this in the short moment before his head plummeted into the darkness within the armor's open helm. Either side of the metal head protection distorted out like cheeks getting bulged by a mouth full. The husky jock's body all vanished into the shadows within, swelling out either side greatly.

The visor slammed down with a clang and the armor's helm tilted back. Its cheeks suddenly contracted inward, the mass pushed into the throat, then the chest. Finally, the plating over the suit's belly bulged out like an onion, metal looking sculpted to be that shape to begin with.

Chad struggled, finding no cold metal to push against. Everything was oddly soft, but resisted his movements very easily. Little did he know his hands and knees were forming bulges in the armor's belly plates.

It clapped its gauntlets on either side of the metallic gut with a resonant clang, deforming it as if it was flesh from the impact. A loud, rolling gurgle echoed out of the visor. Even as the dog inside struggled, the belly plates began to re-assert their proper shape, contracting the space within more and more. When the armor's torso was finally back to its proper shape, the visor clanged back up.

A wet, rolling belch echoed forth from the empty suit, carrying a soggy letterman jacket up and out, where it tumbled onto the carpet.

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Brad seethed, arms crossed over his chest. He sat back in his seat, just making him look more petulant.

Vi, however, was grinning. "Is the armor still active?" She playfully knocked down the jock figurine on the map in the center of the table.

"Yes, however..." Non adjusted his glasses. "On a meta level you've lost the element of surprise. I'm sure everyone else will be on their guard if they go into the Armor Hallway."

The roadrunner smirked. "Well, at the very least I got to gurgle that meathead."

Across the table, Sloane leaned forward. "Lay off, fifty-nine." The androgynous weasel smirked as they looked back to their notes.

Vi blinked, then rolled her eyes with a groan.

"No, that's her character." Vince chimed in. "She's six, obviously."

The weasel giggled. "Oh, right. Fifty-nine is the tongue-lashing apparel."

"They're not roman numerals, asshole." Vi pouted.

Vince peeked at his phone for the fourth time since his character was taken out. "Can't wait to catch someone with my monster, myself..."

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_ Billie walked into the ground floor of a bell tower. "Alright... I know the floor above this room is not the middle of a bell tower..." The antelope said to herself in a low voice. It was probably not the best thing to do._

A shriek sounded from up near the bells, and a dark figure dove down towards her.

With a panicked bleat the ungulate pivoted and ran back towards the door she entered through. Billie knew she hadn't closed it behind her, but there it was, closed. She grasped at the handle and it pulled free of the door entirely, the sound of the other end of the knob clattering to the floor on the other side quite blatant.

The dark mass spread its wings and slowed its decent. With perfect aim its large, hand-like foot claws planted down onto the rough wood floor. The beast, now obviously some sort of bat, snapped its wings shut over its prey.

Billie didn't have time to try to strike with her back-facing horns or dodge to either side. The warm elastic membranes of the chiropteran's wings closed over her and pinned her back to its chest. Somehow the taut flesh conformed to her more and more, like a vacuum bed. She tried to kick with her hooves, but they too were getting squeezed down on.

The great bat bared its teeth as it tilted its head back in apparent revelry. Its tail, while not very long, was useful for finishing up the seal around its catch's hooves. Wing-digits hooked onto either shoulder, the beast squeezed those membranes down even tighter.

Within the sealed pouch of flesh, the heat was nearly unbearable for the antelope. Billie panted heavily, her muscles responding to her body less and less with every moment. She felt as though she would sweat so much that she would lose weight, if only in her dehydration. She didn't know how right she was.

The black-furred beast began to visibly grow larger as the bulge in its wings diminished. Defined muscles swelled, fur grew longer and healthier looking. A pair of horns grew from the bat's head between its ears. Then, the wing-fingers unhooked, and it spread its wings just as sharply as it had closed them.

Out tumbled the dried bones of an antelope, sans antlers. Billie had given up all she could give to the beast.

With a triumphant flex of its stronger wings, the grand bat beat up a current, launching itself into the air. It soared up to the rafters, to await its next prey.

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Jane sighed and knocked over her figure. The doe planted her elbow on the table over her character sheet and dug her phone from her pocket. "Yeah, yeah... just send me a beast so I can pay forward the murder."

"I wish I could turn into a bat for real." Vincent poked at his monster token pensively.

As if that reminded him of something, Non looked away from his screen towards the window of the large room they were set up in. "Sun's getting low. Let's wrap this up in the next few turns if we can."

"How many investigators are left?" The deer scanned the other players and the board.

The rat adjusted his glasses as he looked back to his task. Jane's phone buzzed, before he spoke again. "Dennis and Liegh are still alive, for now."

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_ Liegh found a red cape out in the garden, complete with hood. The non-binary cat looked around, then stared closer at it. They couldn't help themself. The feline picked it up and draped it around their shoulders, tugging the hood up.

The housecat continued into the garden, looking up at the high walls that surrounded it. If only they could climb the flat, pristine limestone. None of the trees in the enclosed space were anywhere near close enough to jump from, even if they got high enough, which was rare.

The bushes rustled behind Liegh. Out of the hedge, a large, four legged form stepped forth. "Lost, little one?" Said the wolf, having to lean his head down to get close to the anthro feline's ear level.

"Fuck." Liegh swore, tail fluffed out. In a moment they were at full speed, their sneakers having kicked up a bit of sod onto the lupine's forelegs.

Grinning, the Wolf, presumably bad but most certainly big, gave chase._

The housecat ran into a hedge maze, not thinking about the fact that the wolf had easily just walked through a similar tall shrubbery to those that made up the wall. However, they didn't hear the rustling of the big beast following them inside. They kept moving, worried about what would happen if they stopped, even for a moment.

A fork in the path appeared amongst the hedges. Liegh took the right hand path, panting a bit as their newly acquired cape kept nearly getting caught on the brambles of the walls. Twist here, turn there, long fluid curve...

Then the housecat walked into a large, round area inside the maze. There were no other paths leading into it, they realized only as they reached the center.

The pounding of paws landing abruptly sounded from directly behind the cat. Liegh only had the time to turn around before the jaws descended upon them. The wolf's snout slammed hard into the earth, sharp teeth bared. With its mighty jaws it not only snapped shut around the feline, but the soil that they stood upon.

Raising his head triumphantly, the giant lupine swallowed firmly, the form travelling down his neck and depositing smoothly into his stomach with a light swinging motion. The wolf turned around and walked towards where it had come, before kicking off the earth. With his powerful legs he leapt clear out of the maze, just as he had entered it when Liegh stalled in their running.

Strutting away from the hedges, the wolf paused for a mere moment, belching up the cape and red hood, right back where the cat had found them. His belly gurgled loudly as he hummed to himself, the mass inside swaying with his every stride, no longer looking solid at all.

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Sloane rolled their eyes. "Brad, you couldn't even get creative? Just a big wolf chomp?" The weasel peered at the corgi.

"Look, Sir Needle of Mouse over here gave me Wolf with a Red Hood trigger. I thought big jumps was original, at least." The bodybuilder dog snapped back while gesturing at the GM screen.

"Rat." Non corrected, but didn't seem too upset. The reason was evidenced by the sing-song way he stated the obvious. "One Investigator left alive~ Can he escape, or will he too be consumed by the house...?"

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_ Dennis was clutching onto his flashlight, watching the way it caught the cobwebs. The robin was walking through a crypt. He wasn't sure how there was a crypt on the third floor of the mansion, but he certainly was in it.

A shifting in the shadows started behind the avian. Quiet rattling as bleached bones began to pull together. Piece by piece the ungulate skeleton formed near-silently. When the skull was in place, the eyes glowed violet for a moment, before fading to white pin-pricks.

Swinging his flashlight back and forth, the robin didn't think to turn all the way around. He continued to walk forward.

The lower jaw of the skeleton slung down to its collarbone as its desiccated hooves lightly brought it closer and closer to the bird._

Pausing, Dennis swallowed, and took a step backwards.

The animated bones lunged down, parted jaws encircling the smaller avian. The bleached mandible swung forward towards the cranium, clamping the bird in place around the waist, keeping his wings from being used.

The robin chirped in surprise, dropping the flashlight. He squirmed as his feet were lifted off the floor and he was inverted. He felt the pressure around his hips lessen, which just let his weight carry him what to him was definitely the wrong way.

The skeleton tilted its skull back like a baby bird working a worm down its throat to get Dennis through its bare jaws. The robin came down on the inside of the ribcage, somehow. The sizes didn't seem to make sense, but everything fit...

Dennis yelped as he hit some kind of elastic barrier. He freed his arms from the ribs and pressed out. He could see there was nothing there, because of the flashlight. Whatever it was, it resisted his struggles and returned to how it had been whenever he relented in pushing against it. The bird felt his hips drop down, as above there was a loud clack of jaws shutting. "W-what?"

The ungulate form lowered its head and seemed to mime patting a belly that wasn't there with its skeletal hand. The collection of bones leaned down, suddenly forcing the bird to 'hang' from nothing. The skeleton picked up Dennis' flashlight, looking over it as it stood up.

The trapped avian made only one conclusion from this string of impossibilities. Somehow this skeleton had a stomach, and he was in it. He was suspended in a curled up mass between the pelvis and the ribcage, and when the bones had bent over, he hung down between the thighs... That, the mimed motion and how he'd gotten into this position told him all he needed to know.

The skeleton placed one hoof-tipped phalange on the switch of the flashlight. Darkness fell on the tomb as the sound of a full stomach getting to work filled the space.

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"Well then. No one survived the night. Game over." Non declared authoritatively with a smile clearly shown by how his cheeks encroached upon his eyes.

Sloane huffed. "I didn't get to play my beast." They started to pull apart the random room tiles, starting to clean up the game.

"We can play it again sometime. Right Non?" Jane offered, before turning to the GM screen.

"Maybe we can play something we stand a chance at winning." Brad crossed his arms.

"By the end of the game five of us had gotten on the House's team, so we all won." Vi smiled, before looking at the bobcat at the other end of the table. "Sorry Miles."

Miles tapped over his little robin figure next to the skeleton token. "Never was much of a Final Girl type, you know?"

Non closed the GM screen and set it aside. For the first time since he'd sat down to take the role, his medical scrubs were in plain view of the rest of the players at the table. On one side of the blouse, his nametag was clearly visible. 'Dr. Algernon' with 'Institute for Therianthrope Safety' written underneath in dark rich letters.

"Okay." The rat adjusted his glasses just like he had throughout the game. "Cutting it a bit close to moonrise here." He turned his attention to Sloane working on putting the game away. "I'll come down and clean this all up, but first, everyone needs to be in their cells." He stood up and set the folded screen down over his notes.

Vince sighed. "I hate getting locked up." The puffin stretched out. "But I hate not knowing what I'd do in the moonlight..." He stood up and headed towards the stairs at one side of the room.

Sloane set down the last map tile into the box, fingers shaking a bit as they forced themself to abandon the task and moved to follow the short bird.

The corgi crossed his arms, pouting. He waited for all the other players to get up before he did as well, dragging his feet a bit.

"Get the lead out, Brad. I can feel my sickle toe coming in." Vi nearly snarled at the dog, the roadrunner following the weasel and other avian.

Non pulled a ring of keys from his pocket. "Cutting it close, cutting it close..." He muttered, making sure everyone went up the stairs.

Sloane was already peeling off their top to reveal snug but elastic undergarments. "I hope I can keep my cool so I won't have to get locked up next month."

"I do too, Sloane." The doctor nodded, bringing up the rear behind the still petulant corgi. "We don't want to be a prison here. This is about making sure everyone is safe, especially therianthropes."

As they entered the hallway at the top of the stairs, the deer trembled, looking at her hand. "I can feel it starting." Jane quickly walked to the door with her name printed next to the opening and walked inside.

Non slipped past Brad to get over to the door. He carefully pulled it shut and used a key from his ring to lock it. "Just relax, Jane. You're getting better every time." The rat walked around the hallway, closing cell doors and locking them once their occupant had entered.

Brad stayed near the barred window at the stairway, trembling. Out of the opening, the deep purple of the eastern end of sunset turned black. Then, the white disk crept into view, sending its light streaking in.

Algernon locked Vi's cell, then walked over to Brad's. He paused as he found it empty.

The sound of clothes tearing filled the hallway as the cries of many a large animal struck the air. The latter was what the doctor expected. The former... When the rat turned to look, a hulking, broad shouldered wolf was hunched forward to even stand up in the hall. Brad snarled, spreading his claws as he stomped along towards his 'jailor'.

The rat perked, eyes wide behind his glasses. He slapped his key ring onto his belt, feet glued to the spot as the giant wolf approached.

Brad lunged with a growl, swinging an arm out wide enough to dig a claw marks into the opposite wall as he brought them towards the doctor.

Non's eyes shifted from pale pink to a cobalt blue. The rat stood up straight, raising the height of his head... and then it kept raising. The rat's body was stretching out, growing taller. The scrubs covered less of his arms as he raised one towards the oncoming beast. The doctor's midriff was soon exposed, revealing the taut, wiry muscles of his midsection matching the definition appearing in his arms and legs below the increasingly capri-like scrub pants.

Algernon swung his own claw out to meet the oncoming slash. The lanky rat grasped the lupine's giant hand by one finger, keeping the sharp tips at each digit from coming in on him.

The beastly wolf snarled, confusion covering his face.

The white rat shot his other hand up and grasped the side of Brad's throat, dropping his center of gravity and twisting. Against all known laws of physics he yanked the much larger creature clear off his feet, swinging him in a horizontal arc. Algernon spun on his sneakers, letting go just as the giant wolf cleared the door of his cell.

Brad collided with the padded wall on the inside, slumping to the floor. In a moment, he was thrashing to get himself back upright, snarling and practically foaming at the mouth.

The rat calmly closed the cell, pulling the keys from his belt and locking the wolf in. The doctor stowed his keys again, casually walking away just before a claw began struggling to fit between the bars on the door of the cell.

From between the bars on the opposite side of the hallway, a reptilian muzzle with feathers starting partway down peeked forward. The rest of the body was shrouded in darkness. "Always blows my mind how you do that." The deep voice was altered, but recognizable.

The white rat continued to walk, looking into the windows of various cells. As he did so, he slowly shrank down to his previous size, the color in his eyes fading back to those of an albino. "Well, it comes in handy when I have to put my foot down." Non turned back towards the peeking snout. "Good diction while transformed, Vi."

The utahraptor grinned, placing her claws on the bars at the praise. "I'm a clever girl."

Non continued checking, spotting the intimidating glare of a shoebill from Vince's cell. Within Sloane's, a tall, muscular badger paced impatiently back and forth. From the position, the rat could tell that Jane was seated, even though the moose's head was fully visible. A large sabretooth wrapped around one of the bars in the door to Miles' cell. "Hey now, I get that you're teething, but you have plenty of chewtoys in there." The rodent said firmly.

The smilodon backed away from the door, then started to gnaw on one of the enrichment items left in the cell.

Finally, the doctor returned to Brad's cell, standing clear of the reaching, swiping claw. "And you." Behind his glasses, cobalt blue irises cut straight through to the wolf's gaze. "Don't pretend you weren't delaying so that you'd transform out of your cell." His voice was deeper, resonating in the hallway.

The beastly wolf perked, then shrank back away from the door, whining.

Returning to normal, Non gestured at Brad through the cell door window. "Bad dog."