Jon groaned.
He had taken his energy pack, and he had taken his blissful-ignorance-of-life pill (also known as a sleep aid), and had then gone into a deep, dreamless sleep, which may as well have been a coma really.
And the next thing he knew... he needed to puke.
Stumbling out of his sheets, which seemed determined to choke him, Jon haltingly made his way to the restroom just outside his bedroom. There he fell to his hands and knees and tossed his stomach into the commode. Or at least that's what it felt like, and knowing MORFS as he thought he did, it was entirely possible that his stomach could somehow end up outside his body, perhaps taking a cue from the sharks of the world.
Jon was glad, as he wiped the spittle from his mouth, that his wish had changed the world in a way that he would be familiar with it. Or at least he was fairly sure he was familiar with it anyway. He'd read all the stories, or at least most of them, and when he'd realized that it was going to be real he was excited.
Superpowers and catgirls! Heck, HE could become a superpowered catgirl!
Of course, as he crawled back to his bed, reality started to set in, and he realized that the MORFS universe was known for a lot of... less exciting things as well. And he realized... he was probably to blame for a lot of really bad things by this point, things like entire generations of children being not only ostracized but downright tortured, seen and treated as inhuman monsters by people ruled by fear and prejudice.
Jon realized, as he thought about it, that he knew nothing about the past that was currently his, he knew nothing of what his own parents. For all he knew his father could be an obsessive purist and would likely kick him out on his butt as soon as he was finished changing, or even before that.
So before Jon could get back to bed and away from the immense pain, he decided to grasp the wishing stone, which hadn't moved far from where he'd left it an unknown amount of time before.
His mind wasn't in the greatest of shape at the moment, so he had to think about what wish he wanted to make.
After a few minutes where he'd managed to think about everything except what wish he wanted to make, Jon groaned, "I wish that no one but me would touch this stone until I give it to them." He wanted to get this thing over with, and THEN he would deal with... that stuff.
Satisfied that his stone was safe, Jon ingested his energy pack and the dead-to-the-world pill, and was soon... well, dead to the world.
