|002| I have seen the dark universe yawning.

[primordial]

Characters: Sam Erstwhile and YOU
Setting: All over the tower- you choose where!
Format: I'm doing action at first, but I'll follow whatever you have!
Summary: Sam comes back...not quite himself.
Warnings: Extremely serious body horror (there's a picture you can click to see included in the description), as well as the usual brainwashing related to what he went through. Possible extreme violence, gore, body limb removal and death due to malfunction, if you want to risk that. Also disorientation and dizziness due to his impossible appearance!

LUCIDITY
[Out of all the horrible things that were once your friends going around the tower...this might be one of the worst.]

[Because at first, you can't even believe that what you're seeing is human. It's just a mess of body parts- eyes where they shouldn't be, multiple arms, some of which belong to monsters, jutting out from random places, teeth snapping in the folds of skin, so obviously warped. And one of the worst things is is that it constantly changes. Blink, and some of those arms are gone, to be replaced by spikes. Blink again, and the eye which was staring at you is now an open toothy mouth, dripping saliva. It hurts, it honestly truly hurts to look at, because unless your brain is used to such impossible sights, then it's going to be aching with trying to figure out what it's looking at.]

[But somewhere in there, if you can manage to look close enough, there is part of a human face, a young man with the saddest blue eyes you have ever seen trying its best to stare back at you. And it's crying, it's voice filled with absolute fear and sorrow.]

Oh, god, oh god, please don't hurt me!!! Please help me, it hurts, please, please, I don't mean any harm, I don't...

[What do you do? He doesn't seem to mean any harm, despite his grotesque appearance...]


COMPLIANCE
[Other times, though, this monster succumbs to that brainwashing chip in his mind, and he can be found wandering around, his eyes blank as he goes around doing what he should be doing-ordering others around. He must keep things working smoothly. He's in charge. He's always been one of the ones in charge.]

[And he will make sure that every drone he comes across is doing it's job well. Or else he'll have a few words with them if they aren't.]


ERROR
[And then, at the height of those moments of sanity, something kicks in, something primal and fierce and full of greed.]

[Don't even come near Sam when these malfunctions hit. Because to him, every limb, every body part...he has to add them to himself. He has to collect them, delight in their beauty, allow his body to absorb them all and become a part of himself. Any body part will do. Arms, legs, eyes, noses, brains, hearts, hands...all is fair game.]

[Under that sorrowful gaze, there's a beast just waiting to take the prey it so deserves.]

Comments

[primordial]

[Ah. A drone. A lovely, lovely drone.]

[Sam stares, because everything about this being in front of him...there's a need. He needs to have something from him, perhaps an eye, perhaps an arm, perhaps...]

[One of those wings?]

[Yes, yes yes! Yes, he shall clip the little bird, and shall make that wing part of him. Like it should. He smiles, and his mouth twists up to where his ear originally was, now replaced by a part of a face with fish eyes and a toothy grin.]

Drone. Please come here. I need to talk to you about your...behavior.

[Yes, yes, yes, use his own position to order the pathetic little drone around. Good.]

[He'll get what he wants no matter what.]

[neverbeamemory]

[The drone stops what he's doing as soon as he's addressed. Sephiroth leaves the bloodied rag on the floor as he raises first one knee, and then the other - levering himself up into standing with all four black feathered wings outspread for balance. Once standing on bare feet and stable, the wings fold back in. Then he looks up, he can't not look at the at the monstrosity that had summoned him hither; he needs to listen to what is going to be said after all.

Woah...man... The dizziness was like a great wave, causing Sephiroth to falter in his steps towards Sam. It became too much after the third step and his body crashed to one knee again just in front of it's master, leaning precariously forwards as the wings sprung outward again to find his balance by beating hard at the air around him. What the-

The drone had it's gaze ripped away in the meantime. Per it's programming it moves to get back to it's feet.]

[primordial]

[How pathetic.]

[He can't help but sneer slightly at the sight of the drone faltering just at the sight of him. A hand whips out from his side, grasping Sephiroth's chin roughly and turning it towards him. Another bunch of hands move towards Sephiroths back as he pulls the drone forward, brushing through the feathers of the wings on his back...ah, yes, so soft. The blood is a nuisance, but this wing will do. Yes, it will do.]

Get up. Look at me.

[He's in power, and he enjoys it.]

Unless you want me to punish you for disobedience?

[neverbeamemory]

What?
[How dare this person grab at his face like that. There aren't any ways to tell who exactly it is though, it must be a monster though. But the way it commands him in this drone-state...

Between the hands holding at him and those impossible eyes, the drone manages to get it's feet back underneath it enough to at least obey and stand back up. Though he's pulled oddly forward now. The disorientation returns with a vengeance, as drawn in emerald eyes get lost with the impossible-ness of how it's master looks - how mind bending his eyes are. The room was starting to lurch at the edges of vision but it was out of Sephiroth's attention now, he has to look and his body is all too keen to obey.

MOVE. YOU NEED TO GET AWAY NOW. He screams at himself, inside. Of course the body doesn't comply to his own will. Sephiroth doesn't need to interpret anymore warning signs though and inside he's close to desperate. The way this person creature was touching at him; something was definitely wrong.]

[primordial]

[He lets out a short laugh, hands trailing up to pet the other's head, like Sephiroth is a friendly dog. Good drone. Very good drone.]

Good. So you can follow orders after all.

[Now, which wing to choose? Right or left or up or down? tendrils brush through them all, sifting through the blood-soaked feathers as he decides. Oh, they're all so lovely. And one will be his own, yes it will. It would be so easy to just rip one off, of course, but...he wants to have fun in a different way.]

You do have a weapon on you, drone? Or something that can cut through other things, right?

[neverbeamemory]

[As if Sephiroth needs anymore alarm bells. No one pets him like that, NO ONE. So degrading, as if he were something to be owned.

But if that's what this higher ranked one desired of him then he had no choice but to just stand and let himself be petted. To let the creature take his time wrapping tendrils around and through each of the four black-feathered wings. Coupled with the pounding dizziness that shakes at his balance every so often and makes wings twitch as if he were going to fall over, the request strikes a spike of dread to his already panicking mind.

....to cut through things....

Having not been permitted to speak, Sephiroth shakes his head at the question. He's been here cleaning up and so has only his rag that was left on the floor with him.]

[primordial]

[He lets out a disappointed tsk.]

Ah. A pity. And here I was thinking I'd have a bit of fun with you. Guess I'll have to go another way...

[And Sephiroth will probably feel a bit of pain as Sam's hand tugs out several feathers roughly, the creature himself letting out a laugh.]

That wasn't too hard! Now, it all depends on the skin and bones and all, but we'll cross that hurdle when we get to it.

Tell me, if you had to give one of your wings away, my dear drone...how would you want it removed? Severed? Torn off? [That smile on what resembles his face grows even wider, turning into something more predatory.] I'm a kind person, you know, I only want to respect your wishes...go on, you can speak.

[neverbeamemory]

[This is bad. This whole situation feels like he's standing on a knife's edge. And that dizziness is just otherworldly.

Naturally the wing that has feathers ripped out of it will react as anything that has had anything so pulled out of it. Painful, raw flesh was exposed to the air at the joint with his back and the extra limb tries to curl itself back in protectively; useless really since it's being held fast by those tendrils.

But otherwise the drone doesn't react, doesn't even show a hint of the scalding pain that is now pulsing away at the base of that wing. Sephiroth can only look on, becoming more and more disorientated by keeping his eyes on the supervisory unit; as he's been instructed to do. Just as he's been invited to speak he does so flatly, of course the drone doesn't have any care for how it might be damaged.]

No, no you don't-

If it is required, I must give all that I can. [The drone even nods!] That which has been granted, can be taken away. It's not my place to have a choice in the manner in which it would have to be removed.

-STUPID, STUPID DRONE. [Because of course, that would be removing something Jason has expertly grafted onto his back; there was no way of telling how fatal that might be.]

[primordial]

[Tsk tsk tsk. What a boring little bird. He can't even have a preference as to how he wants his wings to be clipped. The feathers he's picked off get absorbed into his body, and he shudders, feeling them poke out of his neck.]

But if it was your place, what would you want? I mean, I could make the process fast or slow. Or some other speed.

[He grasps the base of one of the wings, fingers curling around it as he looks over at Sephiroth with a saccharine sweet grin.]

Should I just...yank it out, perhaps?

[neverbeamemory]

[Oh he has a preference. Not at all, unless it meant he'd get his arms back! If this was Sephiroth normally he'd fight stubbornly to the last breath against anyone who would think to rip him apart in any way at all.

However, worker unit's do not have opinions and so it stays quiet. The drone swoons a little under the heavy cloud of disorientation still picking away at his vision, at his already compromised balance. The wing which Sam has grasped tenses with the need to beat and regain the workers' balance, as Sephiroth swings forward a little under the dizziness. Unable to move, the other wings try to compensate.

It might be interpreted as struggling, though it's really only to try and regain some focus. He needs to be focused in order to accomplish any task.

Inside, Sephiroth is bracing himself for the worst. If he were able to force his mind out of his body, to abandon the vessel, he'd have done it right then.]

[primordial]

You know, you can look away now. I don't want you fainting on me.

[Because that wouldn't be fun at all. He's holding Sephiroth up, preventing him from falling down, and as the winged man squirms in his grip, the warped grin on Sam's face only grows wider.]

Don't worry. I'll try to make it as painless as possible. [The hand gripping the base of his wing suddenly will probably feel sharp to Sephiroth- mostly because there is a tooth-filled mouth there instead, clamping down on the wing like a dog holding a bone.] Come now, look away. I allow you to.

[neverbeamemory]

[The wing will react to the sudden sharp pain sensation exactly as any winged creature might. It flinches back and forward strongly, trying to free itself from the grip but indeed only driving teeth deeper. The other wings would flail about and might swipe accidentally at Sam as well if they weren't being held fast already.

Both the drone and Sephiroth inside himself both gasp in reaction, but the drone did nothing more other than look away from it's master as instructed. Pinpointing his gaze on the floor a few feet away. He felt a lot stronger balance wise the longer he was not looking at the monstrosity and soon a lot of the weight Sam had been holding was able to be taken by Sephiroth's own strong legs again.]

[primordial]

[Ugh, the other wings are a problem, but he outstretches a few limbs and hands to hold them in place so he won't get hit in the face with feathers.]

There we go.

[And that's better. Now he won't have to expend much strength holding the drone up. He pats Sephiroth's head again, like consoling a child, before, without even the slightest warning (and keeping a tight grip on Sephiroth with all his limbs in case what he does will make him react violently.), he lets that mouth clamped around Sephiroth's wing to open and then suddenly close hard, breaking the skin easily with teeth digging deep down almost to the bone.]

[It being a mouth, of course, Sam can taste the iron aftertaste of the blood from the wound he just created, and his eyes light up with primal, victorious glee.]

And there we go again. Now, to only...pull...

[And don't mind him, Sephiroth, he'll just start to yank as hard as he can, trying to break that joint. It's going to take a while, though...even teeth can't do much to a substance like bone.]

[neverbeamemory]

FUCK

[Not that the thought can even break the drones docile facade. The drone straightened itself in reaction, or as much as it could given how much it was being restrained. Under the sudden, sharp - more definable clamp of pain as if he might be able to roll on top of it. Sephiroth's vision lurched violently but he figured that was the shock, he knew already that his body had been stripped of it's regenerative powers after all. He's been left with human resilience only - this wasn't good.

He could feel the warm pounding of the wound as it welled up with blood and started flowing between the two of them - freshly staining his long silver hair and sliding down the flesh of his back as if he were sweating heavily.

And it didn't stop there. As if knowing when the drone had gotten over the initial shock of it's wing being bitten down to the bone, Sam's comment alone would have been enough to make Sephiroth feel even more sick with the very real fact that he might not survive this.

Much like an additional shoulder joint, the wing is attached on a ball joint with all the relative tendons that need to be ripped apart first. The process is long, excruciating enough to bring water to the drones' eyes; but there isn't anything Sephiroth can do to stop it! Eventually, after much persuading, there would be an almighty, body shuddering CRACK-POP as the bone eventually comes free from it's socket - the drone blacks out for the second that it happens and swoons heavily against Sam's hold.

Only a few stubborn slivers of muscle and skin now separate the malfunctioning unit from it's prize.]

[primordial]

[It's his.]

[Yes, it's his, it's his! He lets out a cry of satisfaction, brushing over the form of the wing like it's a precious jewel that should be prized like an idol.]

[He doesn't really even notice Sephiroth. All he's focused on now is his reward, and after a minute or so he moves to stick the wing on his bubbling side- and of course, like everything else, it takes. His form warps slightly, and now here are feathers where there shouldn't, an eye with feathers for eyelashes, feathers for fingers, the bone of the wing sticking out from his neck.]

[It's become his, now.]

[And...ah, yes. The drone. He doesn't really need it anymore. He loosens his hold, sneering slightly as he lets the man drop unceremoniously to the ground. What's used is used, after all]

[neverbeamemory]

[The gaping hole left on the back of Sephiroth's shoulder just freely leaks a mixture of thick, red blood and cartilage fluids. Not a single strand of his long silver hair is left unstained as it pours eagerly down his back, over leather, and starts to drip onto the floor even before the satisfied creature relinquishes it's hold.

He could feel the blood leaving with each rapid hammer of his own pulse, driven on by the shock. Sephiroth is feeling cold and shaking already; he doesn't have his usual regeneration to access.

The drone isn't in any position to witness what Sam does with the claimed wing because by the time the hold is released, supporting himself even with the remaining wings outstretched is too heavy. The drone crashes heavily to it's knees and sways there in the pool of it's own blood decorated with bloodied feathers.

Come on! You're really going to sit here and let yourself bleed out? Urgh- Consciousness swims with the next twitch of his body as the drone tried to move to get back on it's feet. Instead he falls to the side and can only watch as the lights dim.]

[primordial]

[Just to add even more shame onto his predicament, Sam reaches down to pet him on the head, like an owner who is thanking a dog for giving him the morning newspaper.]

I'll be going now. Thanks for the contribution.

[Covered in blood himself, he slithers around he body before making his way to the next corridor. Perhaps he'd find another willing victim there...]

[Because this was all so fun, wasn't it?]