They have been trapped in some inescapable vice when it happens, but when their eyes slide open the thing holding them to the ground retreats, releasing them. They rise.
It shrinks.
It does not know them.
Nothing knows them. They do not know them.
They lack a Face and they lack their Friend, but the small hunched form in the corner of their vision is bitterly familiar. They know him. He is weak and scared and trembling, and he is the only thing they recognize.
All yours, buddy.
They were given this body not out of a sense of fear, as they have come to know and expect, but of cooperation.
They will act accordingly.
They turn to face the thing towering over them. It retracts into itself, no longer overflowing into the street with its swelling mass.
They step forward, and it retreats again. Moving back. Moving away.
(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
They have never received this body willingly.
They have been trapped in some inescapable vice when it happens, but when their eyes slide open the thing holding them to the ground retreats, releasing them. They rise.
It shrinks.
It does not know them.
Nothing knows them. They do not know them.
They lack a Face and they lack their Friend, but the small hunched form in the corner of their vision is bitterly familiar. They know him. He is weak and scared and trembling, and he is the only thing they recognize.
All yours, buddy.
They were given this body not out of a sense of fear, as they have come to know and expect, but of cooperation.
They will act accordingly.
They turn to face the thing towering over them. It retracts into itself, no longer overflowing into the street with its swelling mass.
They step forward, and it retreats again. Moving back. Moving away.
If they knew how to smile, they would be.
This will do.