> For a moment, the air is silent, despite the tip of its claws dangerously close to cutting into your neck. As if the creature is gouging your reactions … And be silently disappointed with how little resistance there is. How almost compliantly you regained in its grasp.
> Knowing its nature, it must yearn for more, until there is none.
> Nevertheless, it hummed pleasantly, and let go of its grasp. You can finally breathe again.
> Only for it to come back.
> No claws, this time, but softer hands, gently draping around your shoulders. Thumb caressing your neck.
Why do you want me to leave, friend? I’ve lost you. It’s so good to finally be able to see you again.
> It has the gall to use Shedletsky’s voice.
* As soon as ITS claws left his shoulders, he gasped in a desperate attempt of a breather, breathing heavily under the released pressure. His head feels like it's spinning, his legs barely being able to support him.
* Despite not moving an inch, he feels exhausted. Shakily moving his hands to rub against his neck, vaguely around the area that was held. It still felt like it's being squeezed. Like there's something at the back of his throat he couldn't get out.
* Tick, tock. Tick, tock. The Spawnpoint continues to spin. He feels sick.
* Gentle hands lays on his shoulders and for a moment, he thought it all finally stopped. For a moment, he thought it was over, and that he's back at HQ. That he finally came back and IT finally left him alone.
* He spoke, and he remembers that he doesn't exist to the world.
* Within seconds he found himself shoving IT with as much force as he could muster away from him, a choked sob escaping his body. His tears finally fitting in with the rest of his state.
* "HOW ####ING DARE YOU!"
* He screamed. Why him. Why him? WHY HIM!?
* "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?"
* "He doesn't deserve this. He doesn't deserve this, how dare you how DARE YOU USE HIM LIKE THIS."
