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 that a foreign instinct would often rule over him. Eff had explained that this was just how flesh bodies are: sometimes they have a mind of their own, and there's not much you can do to stop it. The adrenaline rushes, the random stomach aches, headaches, and smells that would invade Dboy's nose without permission—he knew he would never control. But the one that made existence a living hell was his body's need to survive.

He had thought hunger pains would be the only disgust he'd have to endure. However, after starting this voyage, he realized that the will to live was something he couldn't control, even when he wanted to. He still craved death, but he couldn't get his body to fully submit to it.

That vile instinct he detested so much crept back in again as he levitated in his true form, facing off against whatever foe stood before him, shrouded in purple and black shadows with glowing yellow eyes. Even though, in his mind, this was the perfect opportunity—an entity more powerful than him that could finally take him out, no more being trapped in his flesh prison—his body refused to let go. He now had a way out, despite his survival instinct.

"J̴̠̉ü̵̬s̵̼̓ț̵͝ ̵̮͂l̶̫̕ėẗ̸͍́t̴̬̃iǹ̶̞g̴͇̾ ̶̟̍ŷ̶͉o̷͓͊u̶̝̐ ̴̢͐kǹ̵̝o̶͕,̵̺̈́ ŵ̶͚ḫ̸̊o̵̯̽ë́v̷̡̈́e̶̾͜r̵̲͒ ̷̛̰yo̷̧͆u̴̧͋ ̴̦̕a̷̡͊r̵̳͝e̷̙͗,́"̶̰̊Dboy hissed,"̵̟̄Ì̷̵͙̦̈́w̵̪͂ĭ̴̘ĺ̷ͅl̴̃ͅ se̴̱̒ĕ̶͇ ̷̗͑t̶̖̏ḣ̷͓e̵̛̞ C̴̞͘r̵̦͒eą̷̈́t̴̼͒ǫ̷͆r ̵̝̕ṯ̶͑ŏn̵̈́͜ḭ̴̀gh̷̬͌t̴͍̓.̴̲̽"̶̥̒

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

"̷̛̣J̷͕̚u̵̫͗ŝ̶̪t̶͎̊ ̷̨̎ȧ̵͖ ̶̪̓b̵̨̊all̷̞̒ ̶̛̱ȏ̵̲f̶̝̀ ̵̝̚ga̷̝͑sé̴̥ŏ̴̟ȗ̸̝s ̷͚͝sȟ̴̘i̵͍̓ṯ̵̌!̶̡̎ H̴̹̔ḧ̴̬a̴̤͋ha̶̫͠h̵͈͠a!̴͔̾"̶͉̔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 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 chaos, stabbing, clawing, and maiming their enemy out of sheer frustration as the yellow, purple, and black glow dissipated. But after a few moments, something startled all four abominations.

On the floor beneath them lay a human body, torn apart.

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

Sensing that the foreign entity was no longer present, they were left staring at the splayed body parts, guts, and blood—nothing like the creature from the other dimension they had known.

They all transformed back into their flesh forms, utterly confused.

"Was this a flusher, you think?" Sickness asked aloud.

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

Reverend 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 how flushers could sometimes be taken over by their Voices. Still, he couldn't conceive that this level of takeover was even possible. This human wasn't a flusher; they could all sense that.

Then, a sudden feeling of dread washed over them. Eff looked up at the ceiling, stories above, and saw shadows collecting and swirling in a small whirlwind. All four stood frozen, watching as the black clouds descended closer and closer.

They couldn't transform fast enough. Dboy felt that whatever this thing was, it had a hold on them. It was truly dangerous and gave him that terrible feeling of an adrenaline rush as blood pumped through his veins, making his heart pound like it would explode. Yet, Dboy and the others remained paralyzed.

The darkness materialized into the figure of a man. Long, skinny legs and arms formed, followed by a face with dark skin, deep-set yellow eyes with heavy bags underneath. In a fluid motion, the humanoid creature metamorphosed right in front of them.

Standing at 5'8", with visible scars and stitch markings scattered across his body, Dboy could see these disfigurements on his face and atop his bald head.

The new entity's smile was unnervingly wide, slicing ear to ear as he examined their horrified faces, clearly knowing he had them right where he wanted them.

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