pop the personal bubble (in his head)
Send “pop the personal bubble” for my muse to invade your muse’s personal space.
It felt like drowning being inside of Kakuzu’s head. There were blocks, walls, and so many twists and turns that it would make even the experience lost. He’d undergone training when joining the Akatsuki to resist these sorts of invasions. It was inevitable that someone would get inside his mind at some point. Kakuzu made sure to place more than one red herring trap for invaders into his mind.
Like the cavern system that got invading forces lost when trying to enter Takigakure, The tunnels all seemed to plunge under water without sources of air. Nothing to be seen for miles save for the burning anger that made Kakuzu such a loose canon.
If one wasn’t careful, they might just delve into the remaining consciousness of the masks entwined into his being. The hearts that still beat with life, and still clung to who they were a lifetime ago. Which mind was his? Which one of the screaming, writhing masses in the dark was the one that was meant to be targeted.
Be careful, Mind Walking Shinobi, there are enemies here.