Kyungsoo feels the pressure on his neck alleviate and it’s as if he’s just resurfaced after being underwater. His lungs inflate and he coughs, hacks, eyes watering. You’d think he’d be used to this by now.
It’s almost like a joke. But nothing about this is funny.
“No,” he says, throat aching with every vibration, “… I can, kinda feel him, though.”
From his perspective, they’re sitting in the apartment in the dark; the only light comes from the windows of the office building next door. They’re alone, almost nothing out of the ordinary. If it weren’t for the mess on the floor and the weight of the presence in the room, he’d assume that he was hallucinating.
Everything is quiet for a long time. The only sounds are the hard breathing of the men in the room and wind outside - until he feels Kai again. There’s a whistle and ice runs through his veins; it reverberates against his eardrum as invisible fingers touch his face. He only hears snippets after that. It’s as if the entity is trying to speak to him over the roar of a concert.
The tears finally spill over. It’s like his stomach drops out underneath him. His eyes immediately fly to Jongdae.
“Where is the rest of me?”
If he wasn’t horrified beyond belief before, he becomes so as Jongdae is thrown backward out of his chair. He doesn’t even hear himself yell in protest as he gets to his feet, an action that forces his chair back loudly over the faux-wood flooring. But he keeps his hands on the table.
He can’t stop crying. It’s getting hard to see, but now doesn’t seem like a good time to call it quits. Jongae’s words force him into motion. He keeps one hand on the planchette and wipes his eyes on the crook of his other arm before sniffling and trying to focus.
He pushes with his fingers and there’s a little resistance, but eventually the felt pads on the underside of the piece give and he moves it to “hello.”
“Kai, is that you?” He… doesn’t really have a plan at this point, but this is probably going to be the only shot they have. Should he try to reason with a spirit that seems like it hates them? Or should he attempt to force the whole thing to an end. If he knows anything about the former man, Kai isn’t going to go down without a fight.
“Let him go!” He’s never been outstandingly intimidating, but this is the most important moment of his life right now, so it feels like an occasion to raise his voice. He slides the planchette over to “goodbye.”
“You aren’t welcome here anymore! The game is over!”
Jongdae shook and clutched at the hands, kicking his feet weakly as the over powering preasure increased on his neck. He couldn’t breathe. The unrelenting stregnth of the torn soul contniued to choke his neck, restricting Jongdae’s windpipe as he struggled weakly.
He could see remnants of Kai in the other. The monstrocity had Kai’s deep eyes, the souless nature they once had changing from unsettling to terrifying. The harsh cheekbones no long looked attracive only emphaizing his drawn look. Jongdae kicked weakly as he felt his head begin to spin. He needed to breathe.
He couldn’t see, black slowly creepng in the edge of his vision as he felt the pressure remain on his throat, leaving only the terrifying face of Kai's ripped in half ghost before him.
And then Kyungsoo yelled, a faint sound to Jongdae, but one recongized to be a way out. He saw the Kai fragment arch and gasp it’s half mouth open, staring upward before it;s form went nearly soild. The creature turned toward Kyungso lowly, it’s broken and torn side facing the other first before it’s eyes met Kyungsoo’s.
The body quaked before it expolded off of Jongdae, falling back into the table, its single hand laying on the planchette as it looke up at Kyungsoo, meeting his gaze.
Į̵̖̠̫̙̜̼͕̫ͥͭͅt̀ͨͣ̚͏̵͈̹̦̤̟̥̣ͅ'̪̲̘̤͙͖̳̲̩̿̔̋̉͗͜ŝ͇̮̺̪̂̎ͪͧͤ͡ ̢͕̱̰̘̯͖̣̮ͣ̀̉̒̔̔͗ͪͅǹ̖̫̭̾̐̑̄̄́̚ę̬̗̬̦̦̜ͩ̌̊̈́͝v̀̇̐̂́̍͏̞̗̘͠e͖͋̐͒̀́ͅṙ̷͍͙̰͓͙̹̲̞̐ͭ̊̚͡ ̲̗͐̚̕o̡̎̏ͤ̋̆ͥ͆͌ͪ҉̣̩̞͢ͅv̵̲̥̝ͩ͛̇ͬ̀è̡̳̼̠̯͓̥͘r̛̳̮̂̀͐̉̈́͐̚.̨̽ͤ̓̒ͯ͂ͫ͆̕҉̰͍͎̘̺͓̭ ̧̮̟͉͙̄̒I͙̠̱̣̻̮͒̓̓ṭ̨̂ͯ̓͘'̪̜̤̻̟̂ͩͯ̊̃̒ͬͮͫ̕͝l̖̜͙̘ͩ͒̔ͨ͋ͬ̈l̝̻̅̉̓̈ ̵͙̖̻̖̦̠́n̨͙̹͈̠̈́ͨ̑ͣ̾̈̍͌ͯe̶̷͓̫̋̈́̉v͕̬̆ȩ̧̯͙͕̳̓̑̉͛ͥ̓͗ͤ͟r̴̛͚͕͔̦ͭ̍̄ͭ̂ͩ ̡̜͈̙̳̰͇̈́ͅe̺̘̐ͨ͡n̛̖͎̗̗͊ͮ́͊̎͆̔d̢̪̪͎̥̃ͪ̍ͬ͐̕ͅ.̨̝̗̺͓͚͇̜̰̎̏̂͐̚ ͣ̾͒̉ͮͣ̔́҉̩̠͚̯̟͕̩Ṉ̭̰̫̻̯̯̃̄̓̇̃̇͐ͥ͠ǒ͓̟̂͘͢t̸̨̲̻̺̜̠̣̋̐̒ͤ̽̏̚͟ ̾̓҉̬͍̩̫̜̜ͅf̷͉͚̹̣ͥ͛̇̅ͅo̪͎̤̮̳̦̫͍ͤ͆̔r̵͚̘̞̦ͫ͋ͤͧͨ̚͘ ̵̠̼̤̘̭̝̤̫̓͒͐̓̿ͮ̈͝m͎̺̣͔ͤͪ́e̴͎͇̭̞̤̱̝̒̓ͫͨ́.̣̩̤̇ͬͣ̏͐ͤ̚͠.͈̗̯ͪ̈͆ͭ̏̂ͩ́̕̕.̩̤̹̄͒ ͇̬̐͆ͣ̚
Jongdae slowly rose, clutching his chest before he reached over to the planchette as well and pressed his hand into it as well, Kai’s ghostly form slowly wavering. Jongdae wheezed as he laid his fingers across Kyungsoo’s and his eyes filled with tears. He let out a tear at seeing his friend, Kai, so... So broken. He must have died horribly.
“End it Soo. You gotta close the board.” He said as his hand fell away and the ghost looked down as Jongdae fell backwards, eyes barely open as he passed out. An awful time to do so as well, creating an opening to Jongdae's body, as Kai as he looked down at the form. But he held still and slowly looked at Kyungsoo again, a small , hopeless expression in those dark eyes.
K͚̫͚̟̲̑̐ͣ͢i̴̵̯̠̩̭̘̮̭̔̂̆̈́͊̽͗ͅl̵̨̡̮̞̂̃͂ͩͫͧ̄l̛̙̟̮̯̟̯̝̄̄ͩ̉̄̕ ̻̪̮̞̽ͣ̒ͣͤ̏͜ͅͅm̷̪̝̹̱̬̘͙̭̄ͤ̕͡e̜̥̜̪̘̫̖ͭ͗̄ͬ̎̆͊͊͝͞,̮͔̟̯̜̼͍̰̂͌̑̃ͬͥͬͭ ̝̜͚͚̦͓̩̝̇͗́ͥ͆̔͠͞ͅp̨̠̝͈͗ͥͫͪ͟l̵͔̝̖̯͋ͦͥ͆͡e̷̹̲̳̥ͫ̏̚̕͠a̜͕͙͂̏ͅs͈͙̦͋͛́͊̌e͉͎͈̫̞͖̜ͤͣͧ͑̾͡.̶͙̀ͭͫ͐̿̚̕.̨̞̼̜̥̓ͤ͡.̘̘̱̪̟͓̼͑̉ͭͨ̀͒̀͘͘.͙̹̳̰͇̯̤̈ͪ͒̇̅̍͞
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