If you could only see, the beast you made of me

[itstheend]

They thought it would go away on it's own. Like any infection, one way or another.

It hasn't. It's only gotten worse.

Their sleep has been more difficult than usual since their encounter with the War demon, what with the searing fire burning in their chest . It itches at them day and night, their own SOUL their tormentor, and they pushed through the pain like they normally do, snapping at Frisk's offers to share the agony until they caved and began splitting it between them. Much greater concerns to worry about, like fragments and lightning-dogs.

They've thrown up into the fountain. They can't keep anything down; it's like their body is trying to get rid of the overfull feeling by kicking out absolutely everything else.

When the dam bursts, it isn't pretty. Not for them, at least; the red light spilling like liquid from mouth and eyes and patterns on the skin and flowing down like vapour might be so from an outside perspective. Their profile has blackened like charcoal to a silhouette; strangely two-dimensional from all angles. White motes, like small fireflies, ignite in the air around them and then fade. They shamble blindly through the castle halls, the pain too much for either occupant to think straight or truly distinguish themselves, torn between the urge to get help and the urge to find some place to curl up.

Anything they touch starts to take on the same properties, red and then black leeching into them from the contact. Their clothes have already been claimed, and a trail is being left on the floor behind them. They stop to lean on a wall for support, and without warning a cube of it simply... vanishes, out from under their hand, causing them to briefly topple. They stare at the gap blankly for a bit, before shambling on.

( I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free )