Here's the next chapter.
I looked back at the Scrab, then turned back to the creature. It was gone. I continued taking notes and thought nothing else of it. I had a little headache toward the end of the day, but I ignored it. As I was walking home, a group of Sligs walked by. One of them glanced at me and started screaming. The others looked, and they started screaming, too. I felt a little irritated by the screaming. It didn't occur to me that I should be alarmed, rather than irritated. Finally, the irritation was too much, but instead of running home, I ran for a forest. As I saw a low branch, I realized that I wasn't controlling myself. My second realization was that my brain lobe wouldn't clear that branch. I couldn't stop! I closed my eyes and braced for impact. I felt a breeze and opened my eyes. I was fine. Then, I looked down. I was no longer a Glukkon. I was a Scrab!
Is this good? Just let me know if the plot starts to destabilize. (fall apart)
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