Control » Muke

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i'm crying "they're coming for me"

There were always downsides to being dead.

First of all, to become a ghost you had to die in some sort of sudden or violent way so most ghosts were assholes who only cared about getting revenge and taking their frustration out on other people. This made it difficult to make friends who didn't lash out every other day, especially since most ghosts ditched the people they knew once they found somewhere good to haunt. There were no schools, social clubs or gathering for ghosts, they just saw each other around every once in a while so there wasn't anywhere that Luke could go to make friends.

As a people person, this bothered Luke a lot. He grew up wanting a large group of friends to call his own, who he could spend all of his free time with and be as close to them as he was with his brothers when he was alive, but even before he died, Luke wasn't particularly popular. He wasn't completely alone in the world, but there was never the huge second family that he always wished for.

However, there were a lot of upsides to being a ghost. Not having to eat or sleep was always helpful, especially since this freed up a lot of time that he could have been wasting. He didn't have energy the same was as living creatures did, so if he wanted an adrenaline rush it only took a few screams to refresh him. It always made Luke laugh, actually, the way screams could give him more power. It reminded him of an old movie he liked as a child where monsters had to scare children in order to power their secret monster universe - very strange, but entertaining.

The sheer freedom that came with being dead, such as being able to teleport and not having to work or learn, was exhilarating too. There was an enormous feeling of amazement that rushed through Luke's body every time his feet left the ground and allowed him to fly, and the fact that he could literally travel anywhere in the world with no boundaries or fears of getting hurt or caught never ceased to make his brain do backflips. Every impossible dream that he had as a child suddenly became real after his death.

Other than that, one of Luke's favourite perks of being a ghost was most definitely possession.

He had only done it once before, but the feeling was better than anything he could imagine. The way he could muster up all of his strength and channel it onto another person, someone that he could actually control and manipulate in any way he wanted, was truly astounding to Luke. It was one of the most satisfying things a ghost could do and was a real sign of power.

When he allowed himself to slip into the body of the frail, lilac haired boy, Luke couldn't seem to pinpoint why he never did it sooner.

After months of not being able to feel his own body, Luke managed to relive the feeling of having a real, breathing, physical form and he had never felt so much power. It was still difficult to move and force the body to do what he wanted, but Michael had very little free will and Luke managed to spend almost an hour in his body.

At first, he wanted to get the hang of things. Michael knew something was wrong straight away; he suddenly felt lost, trapped inside his own body without knowing what exactly was different. He felt hands everywhere, feeling, touching, groping; every nerve on his body was screaming for it to stop but Michael was nothing but a prisoner begging for mercy in a jail cell that he threw himself into.

Since their brains were in the same body, Luke could easily control everything that Michael thought about. Luke flooded the boy's head with images or torture, pain, relentless murder; anything that would get the most extreme reaction. Michael struggled inside his own head to stop the thoughts and take control back, but Luke was screaming and yelling inside their joint skull and doing everything physically possible to upset Michael.

Luke was manic as he quickly learned how to control the body, driving the innocent boy wild as Luke threw his body into every possible surface that may hurt just so he could remember what pain was like. Luke hadn't felt a real emotion in years and despite his excitement being dangerous for both boys, it was enthralling and exhilarating at the same time and Luke never wanted it to stop.

Unfortunately, Michael was much less excited. He felt his brain thumping against his head, too many thoughts swirling around for him to properly function. There was a hurricane of whispers and secrets thundering around his brain, drowning out every sane thought and replacing his tears with tsunamis of pain and fear and please make it stop; the voices were slowly taking over and gave him an overwhelming urge to scream, simply to drown it all out.

As he pressed his back to the wall and slid onto the ground, head tucked between his knees, Michael didn't understand why any of this was happening. His attempts to shut everything out weren't working and knowing the was nothing he could do to save himself almost drove him to a point of insanity.

"You promised!" He screamed, sobs echoing throughout the empty house. "You said it was safe, nothing can hurt me." His throat was dry and loud hiccups continued to escape from his body, the sound mixing with the desperate cries that could probably be heart from miles away. Michael knew he was being unreasonable but in that moment, he couldn't help but despise his mother for lying to him. She left him in the house, all by himself, knowing of his fears. She had swore to him that there was nothing wrong with the house and led him to believe that he would be able to stay there in piece, yet now it felt as if his life was being slowly drained from his body.

Eventually, he lost the ability to cry anymore. Michael could hear glass smashing downstairs and some sort of demonic, inhumane laughter was bouncing off every wall of the house, but he could even bring himself to care. With the anxiety that had constantly flowed through his body since he started high school, it was already hard for Michael to get on with his regular life, but the levels of pure terror that overtook his body made him completely shut down.

The whole situation ended up being too much, and the last thing Michael saw before he let out his final shriek of horror was a pair of piercing blue eyes staring right back at him from across the room.

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QOTD: What's your favourite song on SGFG and why?

AOTD: Mine is 'Outer Space/Carry On' because it may sound dumb, but the whole "it's gonna get better" message is really important to me and I don't think 5sos could have ended the album in a better way