I decided to go with a text generator for whenever they speak in "true form". Let me know if any of you have difficulty reading it, Thank you!


Dboy noticed very early on after becoming real, a foreign instinct would rule over him. Eff would explain that's just how flesh bodies are. That they sometimes have a mind of their own and there's not much you can do to make it stop. The adrenaline rushes, the random stomach aches, headaches, smells that would invade Dboys nose without permission, etc. Instincts that he knew he would never control, but the one that made existence a living hell was his body's need to survive.

He thought hunger pains would be the only disgust he had to deal with. However, after starting this voyage, he came to realize unfortunately the will to live was something he couldn't control sometimes. He still craved death, but he couldn't 100% get his body to submit to it.

That gross instinct he detested so much crept back in again as he levitated in his true form facing off whatever foe before him shrouded in purple and black shadows with yellow eyes. Even though in his mind, this was the golden opportunity - an entity more powerful than he was that can take him out, no more being trapped in his flesh prison. He now had a way out.

"̸̧̿J̴̠̉ü̵̬s̵̼̓ț̵͝ ̵̮͂l̶̫̕ė̸̖ẗ̸͍́t̴̬̃i̸͈̍ǹ̶̞g̴͇̾ ̶̟̍ŷ̶͉o̷͓͊u̶̝̐ ̴̢͐k̸̺̆ǹ̵̝o̸̗͛ẃ̶͕,̵̺̈́ ̸̜͠ŵ̶͚ḫ̸̊o̵̯̽ë̸̡́v̷̡̈́e̶̾͜r̵̲͒ ̷̛̰y̸̰͋o̷̧͆u̴̧͋ ̴̦̕a̷̡͊r̵̳͝e̷̙͗,̸̩̈́"̶̰̊ Dboy hissed, "̵̟̄Ì̷͙ ̵̦̈́w̵̪͂ĭ̴̘ĺ̷ͅl̴̃ͅ ̸̙͗s̸̯̊e̴̱̒ĕ̶͇ ̷̗͑t̶̖̏ḣ̷͓e̵̛̞ ̸̙͘C̴̞͘r̵̦͒e̸̠̒ą̷̈́t̴̼͒ǫ̷͆r̸͚͗ ̵̝̕ṯ̶͑ŏ̸ͅn̵̈́͜ḭ̴̀g̸̳͐h̷̬͌t̴͍̓.̴̲̽"̶̥̒

He could see the being tilt his head, but before he could respond, Eff struck him from the side.

"̷̛̣J̷͕̚u̵̫͗ŝ̶̪t̶͎̊ ̷̨̎ȧ̵͖ ̶̪̓b̵̨̊a̸͍͝l̸̠̓l̷̞̒ ̶̛̱ȏ̵̲f̶̝̀ ̵̝̚g̸̲̍a̷̝͑s̸̺͑é̴̥ŏ̴̟ȗ̸̝s̸̠̅ ̷͚͝s̸̩͐ȟ̴̘i̵͍̓ṯ̵̌!̶̡̎ ̸͖̐H̴̹̔ạ̸̛ḧ̴̬a̴̤͋h̸̙͘a̶̫͠h̵͈͠a̸̟̿!̴͔̾"̶͉̔ Eff cackled, eyes glowing the brightest red.

Scowling at the interruption, Dboy saw as his final salvation crash-landed stories below where Sickness and Reverend were waiting. Both entities tackled, stabbed, and ripped pieces apart from the being. Seeing these pieces being flung and dissipate into thin air, the attacks were happening so fast.

Shaking his head out of trance, Dboy thought was he delusional? Did he really think this was going to be his "last salvation" as that thing laid down in defeat as his counterparts dogpiled him? The feeling of defeat quickly transformed into anger.

I guess you weren't so powerful after all...

Dboy flew down to join the rabble as he stabbed, clawed, and maimed their enemy out of frustration as the yellow, purple, and black glow dissipated. But after a few moments, something startled all four abominations.

On the floor beneath them was a human body torn apart.

Reverend breathed out, "What the fuck is this?"

Sensing that the foreign entity was nowhere present anymore they only saw before them splayed body parts, guts, and blood. Not a creature of the other dimension they knew.

All transformed back to beings of flesh, in utter confusion.

"Was this a flusher you think?" Asked Sickness out loud.

Dboy shook his head, "No way in hell."

Reverend then tried to rationalize, "This is... unusual. I mean we all saw the same thing right? No, this can't be right..."

Eff was too stunned to speak but thought about the way flushers could be taken over by their Voices, however, he couldn't even conceive that this level of a takeover was even possible. This human wasn't a flusher. They all sensed that.

Then the sudden feeling of dread came on. Eff looked up to the ceiling that past stories above them and saw shadows collect and gather in a small whirlwind. All four stood and froze as they stared at black clouds transform further and further towards them.

But all couldn't act fast to transform again. Dboy felt whatever this thing was had a hold on them. It was truly dangerous and gave him the terrible feeling of an adrenaline rush as blood pump through his veins and made his heart want to explode. Yet, Dboy and the others couldn't move.

Darkness materialized into a figure of a man. Long, skinny legs and arms formed, a soft round face with dark skin appeared as deep set eyes with bags underneath peered at the group. Shockingly in a fluid manner, the humanoid creature metamorphosed right in front of them.

Standing at 5"8 with visible scars throughout his body they were adorned with stitch markings here and there. Dboy could see these disfigurements on his face and on top of his bald head.

This new entity had a smile that was bright and sliced ear to ear as he examined all their horrified faces, knowing he had them where he wanted them.

"I've longed and dreamt for this day... finally my wish has come true," He spoke in a low, deep, and soft voice, "Pleasantly surprised to meet you all, my name is Shmee."