have some Negabang, folks! @commanderbangs look, i wrote a thing
“Your body is weak. I’m only here because of that. I want to make you stronger.” Dan doesn’t recognize this voice, but it seems to be present in all of his dreams. He looks around at the dark space around him, and tries to find the source of the voice.
“Why me?,” Dan goes to take a step forward, but his foot doesn’t hit ground. It just seems to phase through into the eternal nothingness beneath him and he’s floating now, floating in this place that doesn’t even seem to exist in their plane.
“Because, Leigh,” the voice speaks, causing Dan to cringe at the use of his birth name, “Very few mortals can contain a spirit as powerful as myself. You can hold me very well, but your body, its cracks, it makes it harder for me to control you.” Dan pushes himself forward, the voice coming closer as he floats.
“Control me?” Dan doesn’t understand this dream. He’s been having these weird dreams for years now, but this time.
This time it feels too real to be a mere dream.
“Yes, Leigh. Control you, because that’s what I do.” the voice said matter-of-factly, as if that answer was as obvious as the color of the sky.
“What even are you?” Dan swims out in the darkness, pushing himself forward until he collides with a smooth glass-like surface. He places his hands on the surface and attempts to peer through, finding nothing but darkness.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Dan shakes his head and he hears the voice sigh. “I’m a demon of sorts. You could say I’m akin to an incubus, but let’s not go into specifics.”
“You said you’re only here to make me stronger,” Dan spoke, “so why mention the fact that you’re an incubus or whatever?”
“I meant that I’m only speaking to you now to inform you of this,” the voice sounded annoyed now, “Thought that after all this time, it’d be polite to let my host know that I’m gonna be making some changes.”
“What do you mean ‘all this time’?”
“Oh, Leigh,” Dan can practically hear the smirk in its voice, “I’ve been here for years, pushing you down the right path. And soon everything will fall into place.”
“Who do you think you are?” Dan spits out. The voice chuckles, and Dan freezes at the familiarity it holds.
“It’s not who I think I am, Leigh.” The voice is clear and close and Dan feels his chest grow tight. The glass wall shatters, a deafening noise and then he’s face to face with the source of the voice. The air around him grows thinner as he faces what is undoubtedly a replica of himself, giving him a sick and twisted smile as his body distorts.
“It’s what I think we can become.”