Vast waves of rolling and shifting sands that threaten to swallow any unfortunate soul that dares to venture too far from the monuments and aged ruins. This was the dangerous Sandopolis zone of Angel Island. Vector the crocodile had heard stories of how an entire forgotten civilization had been swallowed by the sands of this unforgiving desert. When the evil Doctor Ivo Robotnik's drills penetrated Angel Island, several monuments and ruins began to re-emerge. Robotnik had been intrigued at the time and had even set up a mobile base, but after his conflict with the blue hedgehog that goes by the name of Sonic, the ruins were abandoned once again. Vector, now several years later returns in search of any valuable artifacts that may have been left behind. As you might expect, this money loving croc detective could never give up the opportunity to discover hidden treasures, but unfortunately for him, he did not think to bring backup. So Vector, alone and with little to no way of helping himself if he does get snagged and engulfed by the rushing ocean sand.
After some difficult traversing and a few close calls, Vector finds himself standing partly within a ruin that had part of its wall and roof caved in. "Well, well, well," Vector muttered to himself, "what do we have here?" Vector wasted no time clambering over some of the rubble before being able to peer into the chamber. Partly in the center of the chamber, Vector notices the refraction of light reflecting the light that was shining in from behind him. "Do my eyes deceive me, or is that the sparkling of treasure that I see?" Vector energetically spoke to himself as he neared the pedestal holding the mysterious object. As Vector neared the pedestal, he eventually could make out the shape of a clear cylindrical like object laying on its side. When Vector finally reaches the pedestal, he realizes that the object was what appeared to be an hourglass. To Vector's disappointment, upon closer inspection it reveals that the hourglass had a gaping shattered hole in one of its sides. "How unfortunate," Vector complains as he outstretches one of his arms to pick up the damaged hourglass, "and here I was thinking that I would find something a little more special."
Unfortunately for Vector, the money loving croc would regret his decision to touch the mysterious hourglass that happened to be a little more special than he initially would have thought.
As Vector pinched the hourglass in between his gloved fingers and lifted it, a steady stream of dusty sand began to leak from it. "Why would a little thing like you be, in a place like this?" Vector asked himself as he ran a finger on his other hand across the broken edge of the glass. "Kah!" Cutting his finger through the glove, Vector quickly withdraws his hand, "did this break recently?" Vector places his injured finger inside his mouth for a few seconds and proceeds to rub his eyes, "I hope you're worth at least something to someone. These were my favorite gloves." Holding the hourglass up for better lighting, Vector raises it over his head to try and look at its underside without spilling any more of its contents, but as he is looking he notices that grains of sand was falling not from the hourglass but from from his hand that was holding the hourglass.
"What the?!?" Vector drops the hourglass and it shatters into many tiny pieces that fly off in all directions. Glancing down at the artifact that had just been destroyed, Vector notices that the tip of one of his shoes was starting to feel a little weird, like there was sand inside it. To Vector's horror, sand had begun to coat and cover around his shoe and could feel it flowing inside his shoes, licking around his foot. "What's going on here?!?" Vector gasps, his eyes felt irritated and as he rub them he noticed that one of his hands, glove and all, was completely covered in sand and the sand had begun to work its way up his arm while his other hand, the one he had used to rub his eyes with, had sand covering their gloved fingertips.
Vector's eyes began to water as vision in one of his eyes began to yellow and turn cloudy. "What’s happening to me!?!" Vector struggled to speak for the distal tip of his snout, tongue, and inner mouth were coated in a layer of sand that was flowing further into his mouth and around his maw. As he stumbled backwards, Vector struggled to move his sand covered arm, wrist, and fingers. The arm felt heavy and stiff and when Vector poked his arm with one finger of his other hand, a hard clicking sound came when they made contact, not like his scales or sand, but rock. It was at this moment that Vector realized that he was turning into some kind of sand stone.
The part of Vector's eyes where he had rubbed was beginning to feel dry, and to the viewer, that part of the croc's eyes was coated in sand and spreading quickly. His tail began to feel heavy, and sure enough, when Vector whipped his tail around to examine it there was another loud clicking sound as its distal end made contact with the pedestal, it too was hardening into stone while the sand crept further up his tail. Eventually the sand began to encase and spread around Vector's upper thighs, and it was not long before the sand made its way up his arms and began blanketing around his chest. "I don't want this!" Vector choughs, his mouth felt dry, his saliva getting soaked up by the sand, and his breathing was becoming difficult, "somebody, anybody, I need help!"
But Vector's cries for aid only landed on deaf ears. He was alone and the only thing to keep Vector company was the sound of rushing sand, the clicking of his sandstone limbs, and a grinding noise at his joints whenever he moved.
Vector could no longer feel the parts of his body that had turned into sandstone, but he still was able to move and manipulate them as if they were his own, although all of his movements with them were stiff, slow, and heavy. The sand coats and covers around the rest of the croc’s jaw and maw, Vector claws at his neck as the sand flows down his throat muffling any more attempts he makes to speak and prevents him from being able to breathe. Even when Vector's eye was turning into solid sandstone, Vector’s vision was coming back in that eye, but everything in his field of vision on one side was now tinted yellow and was gradually encroaching and overtaking his old vision. To the audience, the sand was spreading over the rest of Vector's eyes.
Vector’s eye was the last part of his original body to leave him, Vector closed his eyes and felt as if he were about to pitifully fall to the ground and crumble into a heap of shapeless sandstone.
But as time passed, seconds soon turned into minutes. Vector stiffly opened one of his eyes and the yellow tinted vision greeted him. Opening his other eye, Vector notices that his maw hanged slightly ajar. Reactively, Vector slowly places one of his hands around the base of his snout and leverages his other hand underneath his jaw. Vector could not feel his mouth or his hands, but he could tell they were in the right position when heard the hard clicking and grinding sound of stone upon stone. He could not forsay feel the vibrations of his hands and maw making contact with each other, but yet he could still somehow perceive the vibrations of when then did make contact. Carefully, Vector applies pressure to close his mouth, but when nothing happens, Vector tries forcing it with what he thought would be only a little harder. But after not even a second of applying the new force, Vector’s jaw slams shut with a loud CRACK, followed by the sound of some of his teeth hitting the ground. The croc closes his eyes and winses expecting pain, but the only pain he felt was the pain he was imagining, he didn’t feel a thing; in fact, Vector could not actually feel anything at all. Blinking a few times and clearing his clouded mind, Vector finally realizes that he wasn’t breathing. Startled, Vector slammed one of his hands against his chest (a little harder than he meant to), Vector felt nothing, not the inhalation of his lungs or a heart beat, and could not perceive any vibrations after his hand made contact. Every time Vector moved, the areas around his joints would occasionally make grinding sounds and drop some streams of sand. Lifting up his hand, Vector watches how his stiff fingers moved and curled as he clenched his fist. His fingers were smooth, even the joints looked like they were solid sandstone. As he bent and wiggled his fingers, they would remain in the last position he willed them to be in.
Vector tilts his head and stretches his tail to either side, accompanied by the loud CRACKs along his neck and spine. Vector opens his jaw and realizes that the teeth that he had lost were somehow back in his mouth and he could finally move and manipulate his tongue. Vector glances downwards and notices that where a few of his teeth had landed, only tiny piles of sand remained. Without thinking, Vector lifts one of his hands towards his jaw and when he thinks he had pinched one of his teeth between his stiff sandstone finger. With a crackling sharp snap, Vector held out his hand and could see the tooth in between his fingers, and after only a few seconds the tooth crumbled into dusty sand between his fingers. Vector poked at the area where he had just pulled the tooth and where he was expecting a gap, the tooth had returned.
As Vector adjusted to his sandstone maw and manipulated his tongue, he finally stepped to speak. "Well this is different and weird," Vector was startled by the sudden change in his voice. "Wait… what's going on?" Another voice seemed to echo inside Vector's head accompanying every word he spoke. Vector's voice, as expected, sounded dry and crisp, but the other voice was an overpowering deep and seemingly otherworldly pitch.
As Vector stiffly continues to adjust to moving his newly transformed sandstone arms, one of his arms brushes something near his throat. Vector suddenly remembered that he had been wearing his favorite gold chain around his neck. He flicked the chain and he heard the familiar metallic sound alongside perceived the difference in frequency when compared to the sandstone that now made up his body. Vector then proceeds to touch around his scalp for his headphones, and they too were not turned into stone or fused to his body, unlike his gloves. Vector gently turns on his headphones and music begins to bring him back to life, but as he listened he had a greater appreciation for the different frequencies and vibrations that resonated around his head. "At least you still work," Vector hummed as he listened to the music before turning it off.
Once Vector had finished adjusting the majority of his upper body, maw, and arms, he finally orients his attention on his legs. His shoes had also been turned into sandstone and they were fused over the croc's feet. Bending and stretching his legs, more loud CRACKs and grinding emanated from his joints as he struggled to take his first few steps. All of his movements were slow, stiff, and heavy, as if there were a magnet under Vector’s feet threatening to send him to his knees and topple over. "This might take some getting used to," Vector stutters, as he attempts to regain some sense of balance.
All movements were made harder due to the fact that Vector physically could not feel anything. But after spending a few minutes familiarizing himself with his petrified sandstone body, Vector finally trudges out of the darkness of the ruins and into the blinding rays of the sunlight. Vector looks up at the ring of fire, and his sandstone eyes did not hurt or feel the urge to look away. As Vector shifted his attention to his surroundings, he remembered the dangers of the shifting sands around the ruins. He was going to have some major trouble getting out of the Sandopolis zone in his new state.
Now Vector is faced with the predicament of what he should do, he is not as swift as he used to be, his body being stiff, slow, and all. If he were to accidentally take a plunge into the shifting quicksand, the weight of Vector's petrified body would make him sink like a rock (literally), escape would be highly unlikely and would ultimately lead to his peril. Now Vector is left contemplating what he should do and if there were some other abilities that he has yet to discover.
If Vector were to unfortunately take a plunge into the shifting quicksand, would he be just another victim to fall prey to a sandy demise or Vector have some amount of control over the sand and be able to manipulate it so it can support his heavy weight? Which would you prefer, I wonder?
Stay safe and have a pleasant day...
After some difficult traversing and a few close calls, Vector finds himself standing partly within a ruin that had part of its wall and roof caved in. "Well, well, well," Vector muttered to himself, "what do we have here?" Vector wasted no time clambering over some of the rubble before being able to peer into the chamber. Partly in the center of the chamber, Vector notices the refraction of light reflecting the light that was shining in from behind him. "Do my eyes deceive me, or is that the sparkling of treasure that I see?" Vector energetically spoke to himself as he neared the pedestal holding the mysterious object. As Vector neared the pedestal, he eventually could make out the shape of a clear cylindrical like object laying on its side. When Vector finally reaches the pedestal, he realizes that the object was what appeared to be an hourglass. To Vector's disappointment, upon closer inspection it reveals that the hourglass had a gaping shattered hole in one of its sides. "How unfortunate," Vector complains as he outstretches one of his arms to pick up the damaged hourglass, "and here I was thinking that I would find something a little more special."
Unfortunately for Vector, the money loving croc would regret his decision to touch the mysterious hourglass that happened to be a little more special than he initially would have thought.
As Vector pinched the hourglass in between his gloved fingers and lifted it, a steady stream of dusty sand began to leak from it. "Why would a little thing like you be, in a place like this?" Vector asked himself as he ran a finger on his other hand across the broken edge of the glass. "Kah!" Cutting his finger through the glove, Vector quickly withdraws his hand, "did this break recently?" Vector places his injured finger inside his mouth for a few seconds and proceeds to rub his eyes, "I hope you're worth at least something to someone. These were my favorite gloves." Holding the hourglass up for better lighting, Vector raises it over his head to try and look at its underside without spilling any more of its contents, but as he is looking he notices that grains of sand was falling not from the hourglass but from from his hand that was holding the hourglass.
"What the?!?" Vector drops the hourglass and it shatters into many tiny pieces that fly off in all directions. Glancing down at the artifact that had just been destroyed, Vector notices that the tip of one of his shoes was starting to feel a little weird, like there was sand inside it. To Vector's horror, sand had begun to coat and cover around his shoe and could feel it flowing inside his shoes, licking around his foot. "What's going on here?!?" Vector gasps, his eyes felt irritated and as he rub them he noticed that one of his hands, glove and all, was completely covered in sand and the sand had begun to work its way up his arm while his other hand, the one he had used to rub his eyes with, had sand covering their gloved fingertips.
Vector's eyes began to water as vision in one of his eyes began to yellow and turn cloudy. "What’s happening to me!?!" Vector struggled to speak for the distal tip of his snout, tongue, and inner mouth were coated in a layer of sand that was flowing further into his mouth and around his maw. As he stumbled backwards, Vector struggled to move his sand covered arm, wrist, and fingers. The arm felt heavy and stiff and when Vector poked his arm with one finger of his other hand, a hard clicking sound came when they made contact, not like his scales or sand, but rock. It was at this moment that Vector realized that he was turning into some kind of sand stone.
The part of Vector's eyes where he had rubbed was beginning to feel dry, and to the viewer, that part of the croc's eyes was coated in sand and spreading quickly. His tail began to feel heavy, and sure enough, when Vector whipped his tail around to examine it there was another loud clicking sound as its distal end made contact with the pedestal, it too was hardening into stone while the sand crept further up his tail. Eventually the sand began to encase and spread around Vector's upper thighs, and it was not long before the sand made its way up his arms and began blanketing around his chest. "I don't want this!" Vector choughs, his mouth felt dry, his saliva getting soaked up by the sand, and his breathing was becoming difficult, "somebody, anybody, I need help!"
But Vector's cries for aid only landed on deaf ears. He was alone and the only thing to keep Vector company was the sound of rushing sand, the clicking of his sandstone limbs, and a grinding noise at his joints whenever he moved.
Vector could no longer feel the parts of his body that had turned into sandstone, but he still was able to move and manipulate them as if they were his own, although all of his movements with them were stiff, slow, and heavy. The sand coats and covers around the rest of the croc’s jaw and maw, Vector claws at his neck as the sand flows down his throat muffling any more attempts he makes to speak and prevents him from being able to breathe. Even when Vector's eye was turning into solid sandstone, Vector’s vision was coming back in that eye, but everything in his field of vision on one side was now tinted yellow and was gradually encroaching and overtaking his old vision. To the audience, the sand was spreading over the rest of Vector's eyes.
Vector’s eye was the last part of his original body to leave him, Vector closed his eyes and felt as if he were about to pitifully fall to the ground and crumble into a heap of shapeless sandstone.
But as time passed, seconds soon turned into minutes. Vector stiffly opened one of his eyes and the yellow tinted vision greeted him. Opening his other eye, Vector notices that his maw hanged slightly ajar. Reactively, Vector slowly places one of his hands around the base of his snout and leverages his other hand underneath his jaw. Vector could not feel his mouth or his hands, but he could tell they were in the right position when heard the hard clicking and grinding sound of stone upon stone. He could not forsay feel the vibrations of his hands and maw making contact with each other, but yet he could still somehow perceive the vibrations of when then did make contact. Carefully, Vector applies pressure to close his mouth, but when nothing happens, Vector tries forcing it with what he thought would be only a little harder. But after not even a second of applying the new force, Vector’s jaw slams shut with a loud CRACK, followed by the sound of some of his teeth hitting the ground. The croc closes his eyes and winses expecting pain, but the only pain he felt was the pain he was imagining, he didn’t feel a thing; in fact, Vector could not actually feel anything at all. Blinking a few times and clearing his clouded mind, Vector finally realizes that he wasn’t breathing. Startled, Vector slammed one of his hands against his chest (a little harder than he meant to), Vector felt nothing, not the inhalation of his lungs or a heart beat, and could not perceive any vibrations after his hand made contact. Every time Vector moved, the areas around his joints would occasionally make grinding sounds and drop some streams of sand. Lifting up his hand, Vector watches how his stiff fingers moved and curled as he clenched his fist. His fingers were smooth, even the joints looked like they were solid sandstone. As he bent and wiggled his fingers, they would remain in the last position he willed them to be in.
Vector tilts his head and stretches his tail to either side, accompanied by the loud CRACKs along his neck and spine. Vector opens his jaw and realizes that the teeth that he had lost were somehow back in his mouth and he could finally move and manipulate his tongue. Vector glances downwards and notices that where a few of his teeth had landed, only tiny piles of sand remained. Without thinking, Vector lifts one of his hands towards his jaw and when he thinks he had pinched one of his teeth between his stiff sandstone finger. With a crackling sharp snap, Vector held out his hand and could see the tooth in between his fingers, and after only a few seconds the tooth crumbled into dusty sand between his fingers. Vector poked at the area where he had just pulled the tooth and where he was expecting a gap, the tooth had returned.
As Vector adjusted to his sandstone maw and manipulated his tongue, he finally stepped to speak. "Well this is different and weird," Vector was startled by the sudden change in his voice. "Wait… what's going on?" Another voice seemed to echo inside Vector's head accompanying every word he spoke. Vector's voice, as expected, sounded dry and crisp, but the other voice was an overpowering deep and seemingly otherworldly pitch.
As Vector stiffly continues to adjust to moving his newly transformed sandstone arms, one of his arms brushes something near his throat. Vector suddenly remembered that he had been wearing his favorite gold chain around his neck. He flicked the chain and he heard the familiar metallic sound alongside perceived the difference in frequency when compared to the sandstone that now made up his body. Vector then proceeds to touch around his scalp for his headphones, and they too were not turned into stone or fused to his body, unlike his gloves. Vector gently turns on his headphones and music begins to bring him back to life, but as he listened he had a greater appreciation for the different frequencies and vibrations that resonated around his head. "At least you still work," Vector hummed as he listened to the music before turning it off.
Once Vector had finished adjusting the majority of his upper body, maw, and arms, he finally orients his attention on his legs. His shoes had also been turned into sandstone and they were fused over the croc's feet. Bending and stretching his legs, more loud CRACKs and grinding emanated from his joints as he struggled to take his first few steps. All of his movements were slow, stiff, and heavy, as if there were a magnet under Vector’s feet threatening to send him to his knees and topple over. "This might take some getting used to," Vector stutters, as he attempts to regain some sense of balance.
All movements were made harder due to the fact that Vector physically could not feel anything. But after spending a few minutes familiarizing himself with his petrified sandstone body, Vector finally trudges out of the darkness of the ruins and into the blinding rays of the sunlight. Vector looks up at the ring of fire, and his sandstone eyes did not hurt or feel the urge to look away. As Vector shifted his attention to his surroundings, he remembered the dangers of the shifting sands around the ruins. He was going to have some major trouble getting out of the Sandopolis zone in his new state.
Now Vector is faced with the predicament of what he should do, he is not as swift as he used to be, his body being stiff, slow, and all. If he were to accidentally take a plunge into the shifting quicksand, the weight of Vector's petrified body would make him sink like a rock (literally), escape would be highly unlikely and would ultimately lead to his peril. Now Vector is left contemplating what he should do and if there were some other abilities that he has yet to discover.
If Vector were to unfortunately take a plunge into the shifting quicksand, would he be just another victim to fall prey to a sandy demise or Vector have some amount of control over the sand and be able to manipulate it so it can support his heavy weight? Which would you prefer, I wonder?
Stay safe and have a pleasant day...
Category Artwork (Digital) / Transformation
Species Alligator / Crocodile
Gender Any
Size 762 x 1280px
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