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Freak

"Immortality"?

I couldn't stop the gasp that escaped from me. In front of me was an apparition of Henry Miller, the man that had ruined everything that I had in my life. He stole everything away from me: my family, my happiness, my soul. Like everything else, he destroyed me.

He wanted to build me back up again.

"Yes, Jack. If you let me use your body as a vessel, I would be able to rebuild everything that you've lost. I could bring your brother and sister back. Your body would no longer be some rotting husk. With me, I could help you reverse death itself. Give you more time. You would be truly immortal. It'd give you all the time in the world to fix what you've wrought over the last few decades. All you have to do is say yes".

I watched as he outstretched his hand, offering it to me. I wish I could say that I hesitated. That I had second thoughts about what Henry was offering to me. Even an inkling that what he was offering was awful and would only lead to suffering.

I didn't.

I grabbed Henry's hand instantly. There were no second thoughts, just an action. An oath that in exchange for immortality, Henry could reside in my body and do as he pleases, as long as it eventually revived my family.

With an offer like that, how could anybody, including myself, resist?

It wasn't all that bad at first. I woke up the next morning and didn't feel so different. I looked into the mirror and saw that nothing outwardly had changed. Although, I noticed when looking in the mirror that I felt like that I wasn't really looking at it anymore. It felt like I was looking through an old looking glass. Everything felt magnified and distant. This feeling only intensified as I got ready for work that morning. As I drove to Freddy's, I felt almost a tying of string on my limbs. I didn't feel like I was in control anymore.

To be entirely honest, I don't remember much of anything of that day. Apparently we'd done a shitty job designing the restaurant. Phone guy was pissed and called me when I'd gotten home. Not that had mattered to me, I just hung up right after taking his call. How could it matter? Henry came through for me that day.

He was able to make a portal into the Flipside. I don't know how but he managed to get my old arcade machine working. He was able to do in a day what I had been trying to do for thirty years.
I got to see Dave again. Any second thoughts I had were dashed out of the door and running down the street by the time I had come back. The look of sheer joy on Dave's face was all I needed to know that I made the right decision.

This first day doesn't sound so bad, does it? It wasn't. Henry had done something good and for the benefit of another person. I had just seen an old.... friend? I'm not sure if I feel comfortable calling him that, but I digress. I was overjoyed. That day and the first month were almost blissful, wonderful even. It's a shame that it didn't last.

The trouble began a month later. I had fallen into the groove of sharing my body and mind with Henry. He wasn't always active, as some would believe. He was very civil whenever we spoke to one another about plans and knew when I needed time for myself. Whenever he was "gone", which I say in air quotes only because I'm never sure he's gone; it felt more like someone had left the house and had locked the front door.

It's strange to think about it, my head being used as a house. Again, I wished I realized how unfair that was and is. Imagine living in a house that you couldn't leave.

Everything changed when we found Davetrap. He asked if he could live with me back at the restaurant. He looked so desperate and lonely. I had no clue if it was a good idea or not.

I asked Henry for some advice and he made it sound so... good.

"He's homeless, Jack. Homeless and delusional. With no support system to help guide him. You have food, shelter, actual funds to provide him with what he needs".