Weapon Of Choice by Monstermaster13
This is a
story told from my characters point of view and thus is fictional, if
you think it is real - you are either trying too hard to be a troll or
A-Logger or are just looking for an excuse to search for particularly
weird stuff. But please remember, most of this is made up - so please
remember this isn't real except to my beloved followers.
This story is based on the Weapon Of Choice music video and features a Walken transformation and hypnosis.
know those dreams in which you are flying and feel like you're on top
of the world? Well I have plenty of those. Because i'm not like any
of you, i'm actually Walken - the one and only alpha Walken who can
And I have taken great pride in converting others
into members of my beloved army. In my dreams I would often find
myself transforming into Walken himself or a role he's played. But I
always woke up disappointed to find I wasn't him, but yet deep down
i've always felt more like him than I did myself.
I guess I
owe it all to intense conditioning processes in which Walken instincts
and traits slowly but surely formed in my mind, making me ever so loyal
and obedient to my master.
Jon, was and will always be the
perfect Walken-master. He always knew how to make me a happy Walken,
the transformations from human to Walken were always the best part to
me - just so addicting and hypnotic - I was always entranced by them.
Because deep down...I think we all have a bit of Walken in us.
Tonight was going to be a very special night for me I could tell. I
was on holiday in the LA hotel or as it used to be called the Gold
Marriot, yes - the one from the music video. I had recently
dreamed of letting my Walkeny instincts take hold and recreating it.
was waiting in the lobby, in my human form - just doing nothing but
looking around - nothing seemed to be making any sound apart from the
noise coming from the machine that was cleaning up a mess on the floor.
It appeared as if time was frozen and I was the only one
moving. I was feeling rather dejected and glum, nothing was going on,
I was sitting in a plush chair as I sighed. That was until I heard
Jon's voice from nearby.
"It's quiet...isn't it, my Walken?"
"Yes, master - it is."
"What do you say we change that?"
"Yes...this place could use a little livening up."
"This could use a 'Walken's touch, couldn't it?"
"My Walken...tell me...which music video does this hotel remind you of?"
"Weapon Of Choice."
"Yes, this is the hotel from the music video..."
"All it needs now is the music and the Walken.."
if on cue - the opening part of the iconic Weapon Of Choice tune
started playing, and immediately I felt myself fall into a deep,
soothing trance-like state as my mindset started to shift - Walkeny
instincts, memories and traits flowing through my mind - causing me
to instinctively drop the magazine I was reading. I twitched a little
and opened my eyes, my eyes giving off a supernatural glow and turning
blue as I did so.
you do. After all, the first time you did it - it just felt so
natural to just let those Walkeny instincts take hold. And listen to
the cowbell...doesn't it sound lovely?"
"I love cowbell, master...I can never get enough of it."
"I know how you can get more of it."
"We have the music now all we need is Walken..."
are Walken, give into those instincts and dance up a storm. As you
do, you will become more and more Walken-like with each step."
the obedient Walken I was, I obeyed him as I nodded - given that the
sound of cowbell was in the actual song itself - it was a very easy
trigger for my Walken instincts, I got up and took a few deep breaths
as the background tone changed to a sepia tone. The song played as I
got up and danced, mimicking Walken's steps perfectly - letting my
Walkeny instincts kick in and guide me.
It felt so good to
just let loose and dance like the good Walken was, after all - all that
mattered to me was dancing, singing, hunting, and being ever so
Walkeny. Trivial human things did not matter to me, in fact I
completely forgot the events prior to this and just focussed on dancing,
because dancing was my passion.
Each step of the dance
triggered a different phase of the transformation, with each Walkeny
dance move I did the more Walkeny I got. The little amount of body
hair and other skin-imperfections simply faded away, melting into
nothing to be replaced with beautiful, pale ghostly Walken-like skin
that crept up my legs, my jeans twisting, contorting and peeling
apart to reform into the pants of an elegant business suit. Naturally
my legs elongated and stretched, growing longer and thinner,
lengthening until they were Walken's legs.
With my new legs came
the urge to dance even more and I gave in, fully allowing the Walkeny
instincts to take over - controlling every step of my movement.
Instinctively, I got up on the table and started dancing once more -
kicking and tap-dancing, showing off my new moves as my sneakers
slowly morphed into an elegant pair of black business shoes. My feet
and legs now looking more Walkeny in appearance. Noticing the belt
that had now wrapped itself around my waist, I gave a smile as I
admired my changing form.
My torso, chest, back and stomach
were the next to slim down as the pale skintone from before - I saw my
t-shirt and jacket slowly peeling away and reforming into the top half
of the buisness suit.
In the process my arms slimmed down and
extended, growing longer and thinner - as the pale skintone crept up
them and on the front and backs of my hands, my hands morphing to
resemble Walken's hands with the knuckles becoming sharper and more
pronounced, as my fingers grew slightly longer.
merrily over to the doors as they opened on my command, swinging
through them before heading over to the front of the lobby and hitting
the bell gently, causing it to make a happy dinging sound. I felt
myself slowly growing taller as I shot up from my normal height to 6'ft,
my frame was much more lithe and Walken-like now. I danced back
through the doors and jumped onto a luggage cart, spinning around on it
before jumping off it
Next I set my sets on the escalator as I
stepped up onto it and moved my upperbody to the beat of the music,
running up and down the steps in time, feeling so happy and energetic -
just lettting it all go and letting my Walkeny instinct take over.
pranced down to the corridor as the Walkeny instincts guided me, it
felt so natural to move like this and with so much energy, doing a
sommersault as I leaped - I got up on the table and did a few kicks and
flips, kicking off all the magazines and papers. I let out a soft
growl as the pale skintone reached my neck, allowing my neckline to
elongate and become thinner - becoming like Walken's neck as a red tie
formed around my neck.
Next, I headed towards the elevator -
signalling for it to open with my right hand before stepping inside it.
The elevator lifted me up to the balcony as my face paled to match
the rest of my skintone, my hair slowly turning a sandy brown almost
blonde color as it prickled up, becoming Walken's hair in style and
texture before straightening a bit. My eyes turned from brown to icy
blue with dark green inner rings as they grew narrower, becoming
slightly sunken in the process.
My eyebrows thinned and
turned sandy brown to match my hair as my ears flattened also becoming
slightly pointed at the tips, my forehead elevating itself higher up -
becoming Walken's forehead. My lips thinned out, curving into a
crescentian shape with pointed tips as my nose shrank a little, my
features slowly altering to be more brachyian in appearance as my
cheekbones sharpened, my cheeks becoming slightly sunken as my chin
narrowed out, making my jaw-line more angular.
All of my Walkeny
instincts and thoughts took over completely as I rushed over to the
balcony, jumped off it and flew gracefully through the air, to the
ceiling and walls of the hotel room.
It felt so natural to
just let my Walkeny instincts take over, because that's what I was...a
'Walken', a good loyal obedient Walken, whose only desires are to
roar, growl, act, sing, hunt and to dance as well as to obey Jon,
my beloved master.
As I landed back down on the ground I took a
deep breath, my voice deepened and lowered, altering in tone until it
matched Walken's own, with the New York accent - plus with the stoic
and hypnotic mannerisms to go with it, all of my speech patterns
becoming Walken's own as the transformation completed. I sat back
down on the armchair, proudly admiring my own feats and my
"I am and always will be Walken.."
"Yes, you are."
"Did I go good, master?"
"Yes, you did."
"I feel a lot better now too."
"I knew you would, after all - you do enjoy being your Walkeny self, don't you Chris?"
"Oh yes...I do.."
men from nearby stood there astonished in reaction to what had happened
before, both of them couldn't believe their eyes - for what they
witnessed was beyond supernatural in more ways than one.
"Did you just see what I saw earlier?"
"You mean a man turning into Christopher Walken and breaking out into a dance number and then flying?"
"Yeah..how did you know?"
"I saw it too. And I still don't know how they did it."
"It's Walken...don't question it."
that I turned to Jon, my beloved master and hugged him before slinking
off - free to be my Walkeny self once again. Being a human was okay
but deep down I will always be Walken, my wonderful Walkeny self.
lesson here is do not be afraid to be yourself, but if you do be
yourself - at least have fun with it - no one wants to be boring now,
do they? Of course not.
Labels: Chris Walken, chris walken tf, Drmusic1 is not a real Walken, Drmusic2 has a life.