Everyone has been influenced by the Operator in one way or another, but perhaps the most severely affected is Skully. They had started as the one to hold the broken, the ones that had been sent to the Ark, but now, they were anything but a peaceful entity.
With sharp claws and countless, deformed limbs, they moved in sharp, jerky motions. Their bones cracked with the splintering and growth of new limbs, something that no longer seemed to phase them.
Their human-like form was something much more sinister now, eyes nothing but black pits with swirling static to occupy the space.
Once so in control, they've been reduced to nothing more than a fierce puppet, just like the rest.
Hand pressed tight over his mouth, Tim tries not to breathe, not to make a sound. This is no longer the peaceful entity Jessica had introduced him to.
Not a patient beast, Skully is quick to resort to dirty tactics. In Jay's voice alone, they call out.
"Tim? Tim! Help me! TIM!"
And Tim knows, he knows Jay is gone, but the panic that rises in his chest at the familiar voice is oh so real, and before he can think, he's calling out.
Limbs move in unsettling, jerky ways, none moving in time with another. The voices of the ones within all speak at once, layered on top of each other with static still seeping through.