[log] Event: Metamorphosis, Part Three

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Characters: everyone
Location: all around town; note location in subject line
Date: Night 415 onward; note time in subject line
Summary: They break out and they wake up.
Warnings: extreme body horror, unreality, eldritch horror, absolutely definitely 100% include warnings in subject lines/before your comment if the subject line isn't long enough

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[bywolves]

You were. [ The anomaly starts to slowly drag itself across the room, laboriously. ] You were in the room, you were with us, with Ecks and Alfie and Gabriel, and all of them. But not you. Not this you.

This is my end but not - the other's, I... [ Parts of the anomaly start to slough off, and it leaves bits behind like sludge as it moves. ] Light's not coming back.

[cahooted]

You... you could be wrong about this.

[That's terrible. All of this is terrible. Royce giving up, Royce telling him there's a different him and a different Flynn, too – was there a shapeless shadow of himself wandering across town like this one?]

Maybe that's just what they want you to think, they messed with our minds before! Maybe it can be fixed.

[bywolves]

[ It shudders. ]

No. Light's gone. Not coming back. [ It wheezes a little. ] Saw me. I saw me. It - I ran. What was me ran.

[cahooted]

How do you know?

[It's frustrated, a little angry, but mostly because he is afraid. Of the implications, the horribleness of it all.]

The room. Can you... can you tell me about the room? What happened there?

[bywolves]

[ A long pause. ]

Everything hurt. We were sick. Bodies - our bodies melted. And then we changed.

[cahooted]

I'm sorry.

[He stares at him, horrified. Melted? He can't even begin to imagine what that must be like. Or ending up like... like this.]

I... I really am sorry, Royce. Is there anything I can do?

[bywolves]

Not for me. [ The anomaly says finally, sludging across the room. ] Stay away from me. Safer.

You've always been nice to me.

[cahooted]

You don't deserve this.

[Flynn holds his nose, fighting past the dizziness, watching Roye move around with more empathy than abject horror.]

It's not fair.