severance

The frenzy that animated his hand on the ENTER key flees him, draining out while he windmills his arm and tries to shriek, chokes instead on too much air sucked through half a windpipe and half a mouth, half his body eaten by a suppurating void; behind him he can still hear Galea beating at the door, not knowing yet how futile her efforts are. And worst of all, he can feel a presence on the other side of the darkness - half of himself, diffused and insubstantial, but coalescing again with vicious purpose. To remake the world in his image.