Fabricated Possessions

The Successful Change

Echoing whispers swam through his head.

Completely enveloped by the abyss, he found himself falling towards something that made electricity jolt through the arms.

Eyes snapped opened, and there was something in the distance that caught their attention. Was it coming towards him? Or was he going towards it? 

Every second that passed it seemed to be coming faster and faster into his point of view.

He couldn't speak...he couldn't move...he could only watch, waiting for the inevitable. The once whispers now progressing into a louder, raspier voice, that somehow seemed familiar. Like a smell from childhood, and you can't seem to place a finger on what it is.

That's when he realized what he was staring at.

It came to a halt 6 feet in front of him. His eyes opened wider, taking in the bloody view he was forced to face.

It was him. A ragged, bloody, beat up version of him that was hovering above. The only difference between them was an orange outfit he was wearing, and the battle outfit clinging onto the other man for dear life.

He frowned and watched as the others facial expression mimicked his.

The other raised its arm and he couldn't help but to mirror its actions. There was no self control. They both raised their hands out, the raspy echoing getting louder and louder. If he concentrated enough, he might have been able to make out what was being said.

"Come", the others voice spoke over the rest.

Pulled out of his thoughts, he noticed the whispering stopped abruptly. He couldn't help but to feel a small sense of dread, and noticed the inability to draw his eyes away from what was in front of him.

Their hands slowly started to touch and intertwine. So badly he wanted to stop what was happening, but for some reason he knew that if he could, he wouldn't.

"Why?" He finally answered, watching their arms merge until the other was close enough for toes to finally meet. To no surprise, they too started to slip together.

It seemed they were cursed to become one.

Closer and closer the other kept coming, and the more they merged until all that was left was the face.

"Just remember you wanted this."

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The man's eyes snapped open as he gasped and swung himself into a sitting position. It wasn't pitch black, he wasn't falling into nothingness, and he was not melting into another person.

He blinked a couple of times to try to adjust, using one hand to prop him back and the other to rub his eyes. It was so unbelievably bright.

His body hurt everywhere. The conclusion was made after a struggling attempt to stand occurred, only for the ground to win. So, he let himself lay there, using one arm to lay over his eyes to keep the suns burning sensation at bay.

He thought about what he had just dreamt about, and tried to recall every detail, but everything seemed to be..hazy?

"I think he landed over there", everything else appeared clouded but- "What are you doing? Go check, idiot."

He tried to sit back up upon hearing the voice. He knew it, he felt like he had known it for an eternity, but whose was it?

His head started to pound as a feeling of lightheadedness rolled over him. Open your eyes. He fell back onto his elbows and let out a huff of annoyance, the feeling of being weak playing a part to cause it.