Puppet master
I have stared death in the eye, his one eye, and it stared maliciously back. I have seen things that nobody can unsee, I have done things that nobody can undo. I have killed monsters and people alike, and however threatening they were to me or my family, they still pile up. The many bodies.
I have ruined lives, homes, families, because I searched for adventure. I knew what I was doing, and it makes it worse, tenfold. I am a burden, I am a thief, I am a murderer, but most importantly, I am selfish. I delve into adventure with no regard for anyone, and then I laugh. A hollow laugh, but still a laugh.
It still has the same impact.
The ground beckons me, taunting me, and it looks so comfortable, and I'm so tired. But I stand, because I have lives to ruin. People to hurt. And they'll never think it's intentional.
It's always intentional.
He steals my body, I steal his knowledge. He steals my mind, I steal his in turn. He doesn't know what hit him when he can't escape, when he's trapped. He melts. The death I once stared in the eye, stares back into mine. And he doesn't see death. He sees something far worse, and he screams. Nobody can hear you when you're trapped in another body.
They all wonder where he went, that all powerful threat. The thing that was supposed to end tyhe world never comes, and they think they're safe. That's laughable. The man with six fingers walks through the portal, and I'm not surprised, because I knew he was coming.
Coming to his death, because we all go there.
He asks us about Bill, I think it's high time I come clean. I think it's high time I start the plan into motion. I think it's high time to scare them all shitless.
They don't take the words, "I killed him" in stride. It's spoken emotionlessly, but the response makes up for that. I don't remember much of what happened after that, all I know is the anger they radiated. I don't blame them, I'd be angry too. If I could feel.
They assume I'm possessed, a puppet to the triangle. That's when my anger clouds my vision, and I feel. Good for me, not for them.
I am nobody's puppet.
The words make them flinch. I already dug the holes in the garden, funny, they never noticed. The knife is in my pocket. They're dead in seconds.
I am the puppet master.
I didn't need demonic triangle powers, or scientific weapons, hell, I don't need any real physical skill. My brain did everything for me.
That, and the thousands of times I've done this before. Games are easy when you've pressed reset over and over.