[ WP ] Everyone in the world has been transformed into a mythical creature ( gargoyles , nymphs , centaurs , etc ) and no one notices except the one remaining human .

Doctor Malachi Bint took his little pen light and shined it in my left eye. Then my right eye. Then the left again. 
 
 `` Hmm?'' was all he said. 
 
 `` Anything, Doc?'' I said as he continued his efforts to blind me one eye at a time. 
 
 `` Follow the light with your eyes.'' He took the little light, started at the edge of my vision on my right and moved the tiny light slowly to the left - a tiny Sun looking to illuminate a problem. Any problem. 
 
 God, please let me have some problem with my eyes. 
 
 When the little light reached the end of it's day and came at last to as far as my eyes could go left, Dr Bint turned his tiny torch off and sat back in his chair. 
 
 He stared at me over the half lenses of his reading glasses. He knew me well enough to know that I was deeply bothered by something. 
 
 `` Nothing wrong with your eyes Paul.'' He said. 
 
 *Well, that just means I'm crazy then*, I thought. 
 
 I heard his chair roll forward and then found a lolly pop placed into my open palm - I had n't even realised I had just sat and looked at them, my hands, after he'd given me the all clear. Dr Bint always gave me a lolly pop after a check up. He'd been my doctor since I was six. 
 
 *Could be something wrong with my brain. Something neurological? * I thought. 
 
 The kindly old Doctor patted me on the knee and said `` Paul? What's the matter?'' 
 
 I looked up at him. He was wavy and blurred through the tears that filled my eyes, but I could still make out the tiny horns atop his head. 
 
 Dr Malachi Bint was a short, grey bearded man, with half-lensed eyeglasses perpetually stuck half way down his thin beak-like nose. He was not a Satyr, a half man half goat, but that is what I saw him as now. 
 
 Two tiny horns peaked out from his greying, dark, legoman like hair. Instead of pants he wore furry goats legs. On his feet were hooves, not shoes. His shirt with it's rolled up sleeves and his gaudy horrible tie were the same as ever. 
 
 `` It's nothing, Doc.'' I stood up, shook his hand and walked out of his office before he could object. The waiting room of the small practice was filled with an encyclopaedia of mythology. A tiny gargoyle, maybe a little boy, complained to a large pile of rocks that he was bored. The rocks passed the boy a smart phone and said in an entirely too feminine voice for a pile of rubble: `` Please do n't waste all of Mummy's battery. 
 
 There were winged things, slug things, people with animal traits, and animals with people traits. 
 
 I left the small building, a converted house, and walked with quick long steps to my car. As I pulled away I looked back into the building through the tall glass windows at it's front and saw Dr Bint. He stood, his legs all furry with hair, in the doorway to his office, a look of concern on his face as he watched me drive away. 
 
 *** 
 
 I had awoken that day and started it like any other: a bowl of sugary cereal and a half hour of early morning TV. I watched the news these days. I did n't really care about global events, which I some times felt guilty about, but I was n't giving up the sugary cereal and had decided I needed to do something to at least act like I had lived my twenty eight years. So I kept the sugar and swapped out the cartoons. 
 
 There was the same news team I always watched, spread out on couches to show how casual and friendly they were. They would laugh and joke. Apparently, behind the scenes, they all hated each other. 
 
 That fact made the show almost worth watching. I had waited and waited for one of them to snap, live on camera. 
 
 Instead, I had snapped. 
 
 Where I had expected people on couches, I saw creatures. The sports guy was a horned and heavy bull like biped - a minotaur? - and the lead female anchor was a mermaid, her scaly tail flopped in the cool dry studio air. 
 
 Those are some good costumes. Why are n't they bringing them up? They are *really* good costumes. 
 
 These had been the thoughts that went through my head. 
 
 When I had stepped outside to make my way to my office my neighbours had worn similar disguises as they drove off to work. I ran back inside. The mirror showed a confused human man. No animal parts. 
 
 Then I went and saw Dr Bint. 
 
 * * * 
 
 My time with the doctor had been unfruitful and so I had come back home and gone to bed. Despite how real the pillow beneath my head felt, I was adamant that this was all a dream. 
 
 `` Just got to wake up.'' I said to myself, hands over my eyes `` That's all. Just got to wake up.'' 
 
 Someone knocked at my front door. 
 
 `` Just got to wake up.'' 
 
 They knocked again. 
 
 I wiped the tears away and went to the door. As my hand gripped the handle I paused. `` Who is it?'' 
 
 `` It's Carol, saw your car out front.'' Said a voice like Carol's `` Figured we could grab a coffee and watch some'toons if you're not going to work.'' 
 
 Carol is my neighbour from a few houses down. A friend. She is a young women that enjoys tattoos, skate-boarding, and cartoons - hobbies of which I could only relate to one. 
 
 I opened the door and sighed with relief. I then sucked the sigh back in with a quiet gasp as she walked into my house. 
 
 She had looked normal, and was - mostly. 
 
 A faint and not unpleasant green coloured her skin and darkened in a few areas: her cheeks, her eyelids... 
 
 Where tattoos had travelled up her arms there was vines, not made of ink, but real vines. A wreath of flowers adorned her head. She still wore a stretched and tattered T-shirt with the faded logo of some band, grubby blue jeans, and flat bottomed sneakers. 
 
 I do n't know why I could tell her and not the Doc, but I did. 
 
 * * * 
 
 `` That's fucked up, Pauly.'' She said when I had finished describing what I had seen on the TV and at Malachi Bint's medical practice. `` Wait...'' 
 
 `` Yeah, I'm crazy, right? No one looks like themselves!'' I said. I watched her face. Waited for her to scream or back away from the madman and find an excuse to leave. She just seemed confused. 
 
 `` Wait...'' 
 
 `` You can leave if you want.'' I said `` I think I'll just check myself into a mental hosp-'' 
 
 `` Wait, wait, wait!'' She had a smile on her face `` What am I? Have I got bat wings?'' 
 
 `` Um, no.'' I said. 
 
 `` Do I at least have a tail?'' 
 
 `` No. No tail'' She was going to hate what I saw. She would want to be something cool and instead she was some plant lady. 
 
 `` Anything cool?'' 
 
 `` Well, um.'' 
 
 She squinted, leaned forward and put a hand on my knee `` Paul, describe me.'' 
 
 I did. 
 
 `` What?'' 
 
 I described her again. 
 
 `` That's what I thought you said.'' She looked at me with a raised eyebrow. 
 
 `` I do n't get to choose how I see people, sorry.'' 
 
 `` Paul.'' 
 
 `` Yeah?'' 
 
 `` That's exactly how I look.'' 
 
 I looked at her - green and beautiful and... and... 
 
 `` Fuckin what?'' I said as what she said hit me. 
 
 * * * 
 
 I dragged Carol with me into Dr Bint's office as a bright winged fairy left. 
 
 `` Paul, I-'' He started. 
 
 I closed the door behind Carol and I, and said `` Doc, I need your help.'' 
 
 `` Whatever you need, Paul.'' His voice was calm and caring and his eyes were on Carol `` And you are?'' 
 
 She put out a hand `` Carol, Carol Channing.'' 
 
 The Satyr Dr Bint smiled and gave her offered hand a shake `` Any-'' 
 
 `` No, no relation'' Said Carol with a forced smile. 
 
 I was giddy and smiling. It could n't be, could it? `` Doc, describe her for me.'' 
 
 `` What?'' He said. 
 
 `` Just do it, please.'' 
 
 `` Well, um, she is a young women in her twenties who likes a band called, err, *Eedle Moth*?'' 
 
 She chuckled `` Needle Mouth, the shirts pretty faded.'' 
 
 `` Ah, I see!'' 
 
 `` No, Doc, physically, describe her physically!'' As I said this they both looked at me. 
 
 He fiddled with his glasses and went red. `` I do n't think that that is appropriate, I hardly-'' 
 
 `` Just complection and the like, Doc.'' 
 
 They looked at eachother and Carol shrugged. 
 
 `` Well, she has healthy green skin...'' 
 
 I fought back a cheer as the Doctor said it. *I'm not crazy! * 
 
 ``... she has a lot of vine work on her arms, very good work by the way, talented artist.'' 
 
 `` Yeah, I've got a good guy. I'm gon na get him to do flowers on my back.'' 
 
 `` I always wanted a tattoo,'' The Doctor said with a chuckle `` Could never settle on a design, though.'' 
 
 `` Carol, describe the Doc.'' 
 
 `` Well I do n't think-'' The Doctor started, but Carol dove straight in. 
 
 `` He's got a kind, sweet look to him; strong hairy legs, I'd say his a runner; he's got a full head of hair, wo n't be going bald any time soon; and has a... *unique* choice of neck tie.'' She looked at me and smiled `` Do I pass?'' 
 
 I was lost in thought. Had been since she confirmed the Doc had goat legs. *What in the hell is going on? * 
 
 `` Wait.'' I said aloud `` What do I look like?'' 
 
 `` You've got healthy beige skin and hair in only a few places, why?'' Said Dr Bint. 
 
 *So, I still look how I thought I looked... * 
 
 *** 
 
 I explained to the Doc what had brought me to him in the first place and then what had brought me back. He offered to check me in to the hospital, to have some scans, and I took it. 
 
 They found nothing. I was healthy and, psychologically, was not a threat to anyone. 
 
 After a few days I went home. 
 
 I now spend my mornings before work trying to find others like me. Others that remember the way the world was. I'm convinced that it has changed - or that I've somehow travelled to an alternate reality. 
 
 There's got to be someone else. 
 
 At least it gives me something to do in the mornings. 
 
 Carol and I watch cartoons at night. 
 
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 *Edit: Came back to find that I had some gold. Thank you kindly, stranger! *
