towerofanimus | |002| I have seen the dark universe yawning.

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|002| I have seen the dark universe yawning.

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.]

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[People usually frequented this floor, so Tohko was patrolling it as usual, making sure that none of the residents were acting up. However, when she saw one of her fellow workers, she had to look away for a moment. While the Administrator's modifications were always for the best, that one hurt a little to look at. Not that it meant that it was bad. However, when she heard that person cry out in pain, she spoke.]

Why are you in pain? The Administrators have given you a wonderful gift in order to better help them. Be proud of your gift. Why are you in so much pain?

[Many eyes snap to gaze at her, looking her over- well now, that was...disgusting. Not as disgusting as he was, but still, pages for skin and muscle must not be too good.]

[Many of his mouths open and close, though it's hard to tell from which one his voice is coming from.]

Because...it hurts. Why do you think?

[A slight growl from him that doesn't sound at all human. Honestly, he has no problems with the modifications, horror he already was from the beginning. It's the fact that he's being controlled that he has a problem with.]

This is the last thing from a gift...I want t-this chip out of my head, and I want it out now!!

[It wasn't that good, but Tohko bore with it. Her brainwashing had worked, and she had bought into it, hook, line, and sinker. A bit of blood poured out from a leg joint as Sam spoke, but she paid it and the pain no mind.]

You cannot have it out of your head. It is to help you with the Administrators. To want it out is go against the Administrators.

[Tohko put a hand on her daggers and readied one of her fingers. Even though it was made of paper, she had still managed to shove her lighting ring on a finger.]

Are you against the Administrators?

[He was about to spit out that yes, he was against them, but when he sees her move, probably towards her weapons, he reconsiders. He could take her on. But maybe...maybe it was best to still play the victim like he always did when he was just himself.]

[There's a long pause before he gives her a wide reassuring and very toothy frown, eyes narrowing in slight condescension despite himself.]

Oh. Oh no, you've got it wrong. I-I'm not against the Administrators, don't worry! I just don't like the chip. The chip is the problem...

[He holds up a variety of hands in vivid apology, some of which as jutting out of his chest and other strange places.]

Don't hurt me, please don't...

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[The hands and the frown meant nothing to Tohko. All she was concerned with was loyalty and words. It seems that this drone did not have enough loyalty for his higher-ups and needed to be taught a lesson.]

The chip was a gift from the Administrators. It allows you to do your job better. To hate it is to go against them.

[As she spoke, Tohko concentrated, and a large storm cloud formed over Sam. Even if he jumped, it would still follow him. As Tohko snapped her fingers, a rain of lightning came down to meet the boy.]

But it's a chip that brainwashes you, are you even listen-!!!

[Okay, the rain? He can deal with that. He loves rain. Rain and him are best friends, having lived underwater for god knows how many years.]

[Lightening, on the other hand...?]

Agh! No, no, stop that!

[He cringes, numerous arms and hands and such reaching upward in an attempt to stop the lightening from hitting him. Ugh, when this was all over, he was going to hurt people, he really was.]

Okay, okay, I love the chip, you can stop now!

I am listening. However, it is alright. The chip allows me to do my duties and serve better.

[As Tohko spoke, she kept up her concentration, intensifying the lightning. Eventually, someone was really going to get hurt or die of electrocution. While it felt like something inside of her was crying, it was just old emotions, left over from before the Administrators had helped her out. They were to be ignored, as well as this boy's pain. His hands wouldn't help block it-it would just hit him and hurt, like normal lightning.]

Words spoken to merely stop the lightning will not get it to stop. Lies are not tolerated either.

I wont. I wont ever hurt you. [Romeo feels ill and dizzy but he tries to keep staring at that face because he almost recognises it. But he can't place it and it keeps moving and he feels sick but he tries not to be because it's crying and mister Jason hurt this person. And Romeo doesn't know what to do.]

[At least it isn't fire, he thinks, as he cowers, gritting his teeth as the pain courses through him. It's okay, he'll get through this, he can heal himself eventually...]

[But either way, he hates it. He hates the pain, the fear, and most of all, he hates being in this subordinate position. He's supposed to be the one with a handle on this situation, not the one being tortured.]

[So, cringing, he extends a tendril from his body, which he proceeds to wrap around her hand as tightly as he can. A second one, filled with eyes of all shapes and colors curls around her neck, preparing to squeeze it like a boa constrictor.]

[He looks up, eyes dark and full of a fury that is so uncharacteristic of the pathetic wimp that most people knew him as. Even his voice is low and smooth, barely any hesitation in his words.]

Stop it. Or else I'll squeeze your head off. Do you want that?

R-r-romeo?

[He tilts his monstrous head, eyes narrowing all over his body. Even the brainwashing couldn't get rid of all the memories of the Tower, and...ah, this was one of the people he had woven into his web before. This boy, ever so kind...]

[Time to test that kindness, really.]

It's me. It's Sam. [A sob as he lowers his upper body slightly to be on the same level as the boy.] Y-your friend.

[And just is how a drone to know that a higher-ranked drone than him is malfunctioning, looking around and being cautious is not part of his programming. Sephiroth is just completing yet another cleanup on whatever floor Sam happens to be on. It's impossible to see due to the black-feathered nature of his wings but the tips of the feathers are soaked with the hot bloody water of a day doing the same task. Just how much blood and gore can a Tower produce in one day? About as much as has more-noticeably stained half way up his silver hair where he's been knelt down on his knees most of the day cleaning.

I'll make them drink all of it and more...how dare they...

Outwardly there is no such rebellion. Only unquestionable compulsion to complete one task after the next.]

Sam! [It was Sam, the man he had promised to protect.] Try not to be scared sir...

[Tohko didn't expect those tendrils, and they weren't good..but at least they weren't squeezing and hurting her yet. She didn't really care that he sounded menacing. That didn't matter much to her. She didn't stop the lightning or reply to what the man said. Instead, with her one free hand, she drew a dagger and attempted it to stab into one of the eyes that decorated the tentacle curled around her neck.]

[She might be aiming for an eye, but Sam's body definitely does no remain the same as time goes on- for within a second, his body twitches and warps, and there's now a wide toothy mouth instead to receive that dagger.]

[It still hurts as it plunges in, and Sam even lets out a slight whimper of pain, but Sam's no longer focusing on that at the moment. Instead he tightens his grip around her neck as tight as he can, using his other strange limbs he has to grasp harshly at her wrist, at her shoulder...anywhere he can reach.]

[And finally, one of his hands pulls out that knife, before it reaches to tug at a loose corner of one of the pages covering her face.]

Don't you dare. Want me to pull this off? Because I most certainly can.

Romeo...oh god, I'm so glad it's you.

[He nods, tears falling from the various eyes peppering his chest and limbs.]

I-I'm trying, but...I'm so afraid, Romeo, I'm so afraid I'll hurt you.

[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.]

[Well, this was not good. That screaming feeling, a feeling of panic attempts to build up with Tohko, but since she had classified them as old emotions to ignore, she did just that. They died quickly as the tentacles got tighter and gripped at her wrist, her shoulder, and finally, a face-page. As her dagger was pulled away, something in her felt like crying out, but she did not. She did realize, though, that without it, she would have less tools to help attack people against the Administrators, so as it was pulled away and as Sam spoke, the lightning and the storm cloud vanished.

Even though that tendril was wrapped tightly around her neck, she still attempted to speak.]

Give me back the dagger.

I know. Mister Jason is really bad...

[His head is hurting more but he can't turn away from him, not when he's crying]

If you do... it's not you sir, it's the bad people and it's not your fault and I wont be mad.

[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.]

[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?

I hate him. [His body shudders, and his voice shakes with obviously restrained anger.] I hate him, I want him to die, god, I hate him...

[A sigh.] Please, just...stay at a good distance, okay? I can tell it hurts you, to see me...

[Honestly, he doesn't care, but he's rather have a sane person on his hands than an insane one.]

Why would I?

[He's toying now with the edge of that page on her face, as if any second he's going to rip it clean off.]

If I do, you'll just hurt me again...and I don't want that.

[He draws close, breath warm against her literal paper-thin skin. Oh, he rather enjoys this- he's tired of the same old pathetic persona he has to put on time and time again. Finally, for once, he can let his true personality breath a little. It's not like she'll remember it later to put two and two together.]

So, how about you let me leave...and I let you live, hmm? Sounds like a fair trade to me.

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.]

[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?

[Actually, she will remember this later..but, sadly, she'll just think that it was the Administrators playing with him. However, for now, while she hated making deals, she needed that dagger, and dying would be a nuisance.]

If you give me my dagger and let me live, I shall let you alone..for today.

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