He was still holding on, even though it was only by a thread.
Although being possessed never did sound fun, it was even more of a bummer when he was actually experiencing it. He had some moments of clarity and control, when the creature possessing him seemed to momentarily lose a bit of strength, but that was only just enough to keep his sanity.
When he would lose that, too... He truly did not know what would become of him.
There was nothing left for him to do but wait. Wait, imprisoned by his own comrades, biding his time until one of them had found a way to get rid of the damn thing.
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Tiny Stories
Historia CortaA collection of 100 word stories, based on two prompt list challenges. The first 100 stories will be based on general themes, the last 100 will be based on a list of 100 emotions. *COMPLETED*
