That evening, the girls left the apartment, carrying Once-ler's lifeless head in the bag he brought.
Eugene was still out cold until he heard squelching and feet struggling. Regaining consciousness, he slowly opened his eyes. He expected the events to be a dream, but the nightmare was not over yet.
It was a familiar lanky body, struggling to get up. The hands reached for the window frame, and it finally stood up. Eugene's eyes instantly shot up with fear! This is impossible! Corpses aren't supposed to move! With a zombie-like groan, the body turned. There was no stump where the head used to be. It was a repulsive bump with little strands of hair, growing nose holes, one ear, a gooey may trying to form a mouth and bloodshot eyes. Despite the bloodshot, the eyes were the familiar baby blue like Once-ler's. The bump began to laugh in that distorted voice just like the growth.
It raised its arms like a zombie and slowly walked, still laughing. Eugene was worried that this abomination was coming after him. He was frozen with fear he couldn't move, let alone scream. However, it stopped and just ran to the door, laughing like a maniac. It struggled with the knob, but it managed to open the door. It kept laughing as it walked away into the darkness, never to be seen again.
After a long struggle, Eugene manages to slip his wrists out of the ropes and untie the ropes around his feet. He turned on the lights and gazed at the nightmare stained on the walls, floor, and photos. "What. The hell. Just happened?"
He now had more questions than answers. Was this all a big nightmare or was it real? Was he still sane or had he gone mad? He didn't even know what to believe anymore.
Sirens were suddenly approaching. Someone must've finally had the guts to call the police. What will he tell them? That a charming beanpole was an inhuman being that can drive any woman to become insanely obsessed with him and make her do his bidding, even if it meant shedding blood? That his body walked out like a zombie? There's no way anyone would believe it. Not even himself.
Will the bump become a new head? Was it immortal? Will it wrap any other woman around its finger? What he does know is that it was still out there. No. He was still out there. This evil intoxicating man: Once-ler.