Down with the Sickness
The recording was going well, until the end. After Jack said his outro, and stopped the recording, he felt a painful twang in his stomach. Was it the coffee he had? He knew it was a few hours old, but it wasn’t that stagnant tasting. He went to the bathroom, and immediately felt himself grow nauseous. He stood in front of the sink, and gripped the sides.
His skin felt cold, and clammy. His left eye twitched, and he blinked furiously. What was going on? He spat a bit of developing phlegm into the sink, to see… slime? It was green, and jiggled, like gelatin. He furrowed his brow, as he looked at it in confusion. Either he was coming down with… some weird sickness, his body was rejecting this new coffee brand, or… Something else. He looked up, and almost threw up.
He had corpse-pale skin, almost gray, and his mouth was drooling the green liquid he spat up. His right eye was all blacked out, except for an electric-blue orb, and his left eye… Oh, god, his left eye. Where a normal blue eye would be, it was… Sam. Sam the Septic-Eye, resting in his socket. But, cracks, like in a broken porcelain doll protruded from the eye, some glistening with the green ooze.
He went to gasp, and noticed his teeth- as much as he found them normal and somewhat a hassle to care for- were… fangs. Not like a vampire’s. But fangs that were more like some demonic snake. He went to check to see if they were real, and he nearly gagged, noticing his tongue wasn’t the usual muscle in his body, but, a long, slimy, neon green, pointed… thing, that slithered along his fangs like an eel. He raised his hand to touch his face, and noticed it was bonier, and had sharp, gray nails that clattered along the left side of his face. He pulled his hand away to look at it, and he noticed it was real.
He felt a cold sensation come across his head, especially his ears, as he heard a creepy whisper, like nails along a tombstone. They weren’t in english, but… In an older language. Was it… Gaelic? As this happened, he felt himself go numb. As this happened, he looked to the mirror, and smiled- Jack was no more.
Meanwhile, Signe walked in, from a window-shopping spree, and noticed he wasn’t in his office. She heard a clattering. She walked into the bathroom, peering in, and silently gasped. It was Sean, but… Not Sean. She watched in horror as he turned towards her. she screamed, and ran to her bedroom, and set a chair in front of the door. Whoever this was… wasn’t Sean.