#TW: Pocession

[unknownfrom34]

Wake Up Call

This one is for @zoanluen's Dance With Dead AU. This is about an immortalized soul named Bobby who enters a recently dead body to live again after a short time of sleeping and a long ass time of wondering around the abandoned dungeon after a nasty outbreak in the medieval ages.

Also, this is a good excuse to make a story of my own version of Rehydrated Ganon in Dead Cells form. >:D

Enjoy the music

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Just when he was beginning to lose hope of finding a replacement one. Just when he was getting ready to give up and just, JUST when he was beginning to accept that he will be nothing but a writhing mass of magenta-colored blob for the rest of his undying existence; He just happened stumble onto an find.

A body.

A recently deceased murdered body in pieces to be precise. This one was muscular and bigger than his own predicament form which was merely a soda-can-sized blob made from nothing but ichor left over from the Malaise.

He can't recall much of his old life or even how he was able to recall what this plague called Malaise is. For all he knows that this Malaise is very, very bad in his time in... God-knows-how-long he was like this as he moved inches away from touching this corpse.

From a cell he was able to slip out from, spears, swords and a century-old yellowing bones and skeletons still wearing armor so he can assume that it must been quite a REALLY long time since the plague had started. With one eye, he looked at the chopped up body left and right. Arms are sloppily cut nearly to the shoulder as the left arm was chopped inches from the elbow.

Foot was broke off from the leg as the other was chopped off half-way to the hip and near the crotch. Intestines was spilled upon landing a pointed limestone that happens to be sharp enough to tore through the side by the waist and stomach. The head still had the piece of neck when it was decapitated and with an eye missing with smoke raising from its bloody eye socket on the left side of the man's face as it bore a frozen expression of shock and betrayal. The way whoever killed this man had been doing a sloppy work but it was still in presented condition so it can be put back together. He does recall that there were surgeons in this dungeon that can be able to sew the screaming-in-pain guards who had got hurt by their own hands or by prisoners of crimes or war back together or close any flesh wounds. The screams of those men had keep him awake at night and still hear them in his non-existent ears when he was...

For the love of GOD he can't recall that much of his morally life, can he? Come on! Surely, a blob that could be able to sew a body back together can't be that hard right?

He rolled his eye and then literally began to roll towards where the doctors' corridors are. It shouldn't be this difficult to find since he occasionally stroll by it time to time when he ran out of bodies to take control since they stopped throwing them down into this dungeon that is slowly but surely becoming a cave by this point as it was being reclaimed by nature. But no time to reminisce.

He needs to focus now if he wants to get out of this hellhole.

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It was hard to sew the arms back into their respective sockets, what is even more hard as a blob is everything else.

Slotting the bone back into place, pushing the blood-covered entrails back inside, foot refusing to stay in place when he readies to curved needle. Removing clothes including the undergarments wasn't smooth sailing too. Being this small to pull off each article of the clothing he had never seen before or he cared about but it has to be done if he wants to get this done fast. The process of sewing the body parts together and closing up wounds is harder than he originally thought. But he was able to put it back in one piece, even sewing the head back in place.

But then when he removed what looked like the most strangest arrow he had ever seen. It was small, smaller than an regular arrow, it was metal pallet that was lodged in the back of the ethmoid bone that has made a landing on between of the sphenoid bone's lesser and greater wings. Using an tendril made from slime to hold it with inspection.

He wondered for a moment if this "pallet" was the one thing that ended this man's life if the body-chopping wasn't the culprit. And if so, how long did it took him to die before that?

Answers would need to wait for now as he tossed the "pallet" behind him, letting it tinker across the stone brick floor. The moment of truth. He was sitting the corpse's stomach to inspect this 'pallet' when he discarded it before heading back to the head, and then to the collar bone and stopped just inches towards the bloody eye socket. Taking a few deep breaths in before agonizingly and slowly entering the skull, settling in as a "brain" in the process.

At first, it seemed like nothing happen. Minutes past by felt like an eternity for the blob of ichor. The corpse is still fresh enough to be pocessed by himself since he had did all the work on putting a corpse back together again, has he lost the ability to take over corpses? But something does happened in the process: He felt something. The fingers twitched, moving on their own at his command as the eye socket was starting to smoke again before it erupted fire out of it as the other eye in perfect condition dilated and rolled upward before it shines. Shines like a star being born.

Inhuman gargle came soon after, dark pink bubbles foaming at the mouth like the body was infected with the Malaise but no trace of it is found somewhere in its system. Head thrashed this way and that as the corpse convulsing violently on the floor, limbs hitting each landing as the back arched upwards before spine hitting back down.

A strangled scream was released from his mouth out of sheer panicky and pain.

Most bodies he controlled had reacted like this when they are not infected with the very disease, others that did put up less spasms than this one. He had no recollection of his old life but the memory of his execution that seems so unjustified but whatever the Malaise done to him prior to dying must've been something beyond his understanding: An immortal.

Unable to starve to death, unable to die of thirst, unable to commit suicide with each try with the first few bodies upon waking up the first time after death but eventually gave up trying and instead starting trying to escaping the dungeon he was in before its in enclosure at the tune of a cave in, stealing away from any hope he has until today.

Minutes coming after entering the body to claim as his own felt like years for the first time in his unearthly life. He was too focused on its feeling that he didn't noticed the head hair had began to grow and changed in color.

Once an walnut color now hot pink as it grew and grew until the hair itself seemingly ate the ears on the sides of his head as it grew to resemble flames. The body continued to shake and scream until its movements had started to die down to violent jerks until it twitches slightly as the configuration has slowed and stopped in its tracks completely.

He stood in place for a few moments, taking in what had transpired before the first thing that comes to mind had came to him quite quickly. He blinked and the good eye blinked- In fact, both eye lids (minus the fact the body only has one) blinked on command, yet the peripheral vision was lacking in his point of view; There was nothing but black on his left but he can see on his right.

Experimentally, he rose his new hand up to be in his peripheral vision, he then decided to let it move down and up and he watched it obeyed his whims.

Okay, he has now gotten a new body. What next? Well, he had just gotten a body but he wondered what the corpse's hair looks like now so he will get that mirror left behind by one of those guards will be the start, and then he will be getting new clothes from one of the skeletons will be his second priority, ones that are actually still intact to begin with. And then find himself a rope that will carry him out of this terrible place.

[diverse-hearts-moved]

@breathless-darkness​ said:

💀 (Arahabaki and Chuuya) 

DARK/VIOLENT STARTERS

 87. “You know, you’re always such a fucking thorn on my side. But laying on the ground, beaten and helpless, you ain’t lookin’ half bad…” (reverse)

He wrapped gravity around his form as he slid across the ground, pieces of shattered glass digging into his skin but that was far from his worries. Was he understanding something wrong...or was it that the God simply was proving to be a nightmare on purpose? He needed them both alive right? With a sharp hiss, more gravity wrapped around him and he leapt quickly away. Honestly thou - how long was he going to keep dodging like this? Yeah, he could now use the ability that had long been sleeping inside but against an actual fucking God who just happened to be in the body of the man he loved? What chance did he really have here?

“Fuck sake! Did you wake up in the wrong body or something?”, eyes narrowed as he watched the other, taking in the damage that was being done around them. So much for keeping a low profile, right? Kyran might now be gone but it wasn’t only him who’d been in that lab, who had pushed them together like they’d been. Years of sharing a body and here the fucker was trying to kill him? Or test him? He had a feeling he’d already be dead if Arahabaki happened to be serious.

Movement off to the side was what caught both their attention, Chuuya swearing as he spotted Kai rushing towards their battleground. Why was this kid so darn stupid? Course, his darker half had seen the same thing and now it was a race on who could get there first, Chuuya having no real option but to quickly get infront of Kai, pulling him in against his chest as a force of gravity hit hard into his own, the vibrations enough to make him scream out in both pain and anger, holding Kai close even as he fell to his knees, gasping weakly for air. He really had no chance against this asshole - but why was he showing him all of this? What was the point? His ability flickered in and out around him. His energy was gone, blood was dripping from his lips but Kai was alright and that was all that really mattered, a grunt given as his hair was grabbed and he was tossed off to the side like a rag doll. That fucking bastard. Gods - they’d be better off without them.

“You know, you’re always such a fucking thorn on my side. But laying on the ground, beaten and helpless, you ain’t lookin’ half bad…” 

He heard the words spat towards him but it was difficult to stay awake. He just rolled onto his back, gasping weakly for air and trying to recover from the strain of the fight and the stupid side effects that housing No Longer Human, came with, keeping an eye on Kai though - ready to spring back into action if the asshole attempted to hurt him again.

[intertwinedquotes]

wave me silly

He is a tsunami size wave I watch be born and gain power,

and I can’t never run from it, I’ll stand here breathless until you hit me with the unholy wrath of your cold heart yet one more time.

You drown me, I fight back and try to gasp for air,

but still I let myself be held back by your fury,

darkness washes all over me like a baptism,

overwhelmed by your body embrace.

As I hit the darkest side of our ocean’s bottom,

i look up and see the light you once stole from my eyes,

Paralized by the chance of taking it back.

I convince myself I can go back to the way it was before,

Then I act like “I rather have known you” and the light runs out,

darkness washes all over me like a baptism,

my heart is drown against my will in memories of you

and I feel them own me like demons own a pocess soul.

Gravity takes me off-guard and I float

Over a stormy weather that never brings calm,

A heavy heart is all there is,

Inside this hollow body I’m stuck with.

My mind keeps screaming “you can swim”

My heart, my body don’t hear a thing,

Windy days blow me off to shore

I missed the feeling of the sand between my toes,

But then I drown again, again

I too let go of me, just like you did.

“ I will keep trying” I should tell myself,

Then I close my eyes and wish you would finally kill me instead.

- i n t e r tw i n e d