Seeing their behavior I begin to panic a bit. They aren't in any visible pain and they appear to be calm but their dull voices and singing. It creeps me out. Since they're like this because the song is gone maybe they'll be better if I put the song back on, I think to myself.

So I go ahead and put on the damn song on the phone I stole, playing it at max volume. Slowly everybody begins to calm down. After a few seconds, people return to normal. Kids are bugging their parents and their parents are trying their hardest to ignore them. The kitchen gets back to work. At least until the song ends.

Everybody starts to sing once again. Thankfully I manage to find a ten-hour loop of the song and just leave it at that. It seems that as long as that song Is playing everybody will act normal. "What'll happen when one of them finishes eating?", I say as I look at the families blissfully smiles. Will the first person to finish eating take the phone with them so they can continue to listen? How will people respond if that happens? What happens if I take the phone with me when I leave?

I don't know.

All I know is that I should get out of here before things get weirder. I feel a little guilty wasting so much food but my personal safety comes first. I go ahead and walk out, leaving the phone since I can always just snatch one from Walmart. Its a little annoying to have to take trips to get something that going to be destroyed the next time I take a long nap but I need a way to get information safely.

So I go ahead and head over to Walmart, checking on the cashier whos phone I stole. He seems fine though he does seem to be behaving oddly. He now has an android instead of an i-phone. He seems to be setting it up, with what might be the manager covering for him.

"Thanks, boss. I don't know where my phone went.", He says looking at a short girl wearing a blue manager vest.

"No problem. Anything to help a fellow fan.", She says with a bright smile.

Anyways I go ahead and grab a phone and a plan card. After making sure I got everything I wanted I go ahead and slap the cashier one more time. Yup, he still doesn't care. The same video and song are still playing on the T.V.s. At this point all I can really think is.

The world's going to hell, isn't it?

After heading to the bathroom, grabbing some chips, and setting up the phone, I go ahead and check some realtor sites, finding the nearest empty home. The nearest house seems to be around twenty minutes away by car. "I think I'll wait till today's attempted take-over.", I say. I don't want to lose control of my body while driving.

"Shit. I forgot to bring the knife.", I say with clear annoyance in my voice. I go ahead and grab a knife from the cutlery aisle and begin walking back to Jim's house. I walk on the grass portion of the sidewalk, enjoying the slight crunch that comes with every step. Today was a little annoying but at least I managed to get some chips and a new phone. Though chances are I'll have to get a new phone soon.

While walking I begin to think, wondering what I should experiment with today. For the last few days, I've been exploring my body, trying to find any significant differences. I'm still short, I still have brown curly hair, my skin is a bit paler but that's probably because of the lack of sleep. Everything is fine.

I'm still human even when I'm not always human.

It doesn't take long to get back to Jim's house. A little over twenty minutes at most, though it did take longer than usual since I was eating chips the entire walk. Thankfully it didn't destroy the keys or car while I was asleep. I wonder what message it's trying to send, I think to myself.

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You can't escape?

Your decisions are the result of my tolerance?

Go wherever you want nothing will change?

Honestly, I don't care. In the end, my avoidance led to the future coming true. My decisions don't matter in the end. I'd just like to have a little fun before everything ends. Hopefully, I can keep my body and kill whatever it is that's been bugging me for so long.

"I guess I can try ramming a wooden stake into my heart mid-transformation.", I say with a slight sigh. Whenever he tries to take over I just stab myself. Apparently it receives all the damage, though nothing has killed it yet. Stabbing an artery while transforming has done nothing. Slitting my throat while transforming has done nothing. Slitting my wrist while transforming does nothing.

In the end, I always come out fine and dandy.

I go ahead and hop into the car, setting google maps onto the address I found. As the car moves forward I go ahead and set ai conditioner as cold as possible. I would play the radio but I know that the only thing anybody is going to playing that goddamned song. Emily Emily, I think it was?

In the end, I decide to just put on some Vocaloid. When my favorite song comes on I already arrived. As usual, the moment I start to enjoy myself something interrupts me. I go ahead and head to one of the windows and break it open with a rock. I make sure to remove every bit of glass first before grabbing the knife and phone from the car. I don't want any glass to cut into me.

The house is empty. It has only one floor with a small attic and five rooms. The living room is pretty big and the kitchen looks nice. It has a bit of a rustic feel with the red brick walls, wooden floorboards, and wooden roof. Everything is a light brown with the sink and oven counter having a nice shine to them.

"Damn it. No lights.", I say with clear exhaustion in my voice. Looks like I'll have to spend some time in the dark. I just hope I don't fall asleep easier. Honestly, this feels a lot nicer than Jim's house. The walls aren't covered in holes, the floor is smooth, and there aren't black stains all over the place. I wonder if the shower's work, I think to myself. The lights don't work so the shower probably won't.

Just to make sure that there's no water I turn on the sink. Thankfully it works, though it looks like there's only cold water. Thank god, I scream in my mind. I run to a shower, making sure to bring the knife and lock the door as soon as I get there. If somebody breaks in they won't notice or care about me, even so I have to lock the bathroom door.

"Habits are annoying.", I say.

The shower I chose has no curtain, thankfully it's also a bathtub so I don't have to worry about any mess. The bathroom is pretty big. The floor has white tiling and there's a small sink on the left side with a mirror above it. The toilet is in a small room on the right.

Even with the low water pressure, the shower is pleasant. At least until I remember that there are no towels or blankets to wrap myself in. I'm going to be cold for bit aren't I, I think to myself. Of course, I hurry up, just doing a quick rinse. All it takes is a little over five minutes. "How am I going to dry myself damn it.", I say with clear annoyance. If I put on my clothes now I'll have to wait until tomorrow for them to dry. Suddenly I remember the bathroom. Please don't tell me, I say repeatedly as I open the toilet door.

"There's no damn toilet paper!", I scream with pure sadness and regret. As I begin to wallow in shame, repeating the phrase "Damn it", over and over again I hear a familiar voice.

[I think I'll just let you keep the toilet. You're probably going to have to restock on toilet paper a lot though.]

The same demon that tortured me for so long appears. Its voice is an odd mix of male and female, adult and child, weak and strong, gruff and gentle. Almost like various voices mixed together. I decide to ask it a few questions before I stab my changing body.

"Why won't you just take over already you prick", I say with clear annoyance.

[Now or later, it doesn't matter. I'd just like to have some fun for a bit. Taking nice naps, seeing the world, and playing with the T.V. I can't wait for you to meet Eros!]

"...The hell do You mean by T.V.", I say with a slight curiosity

[You're the main character and I'm the director. Now chop chop, it's time to chop.]

Ignoring the bastard I begin to stab into my body. Every single time the knife enters my body patches of skin begin to change color and fall, thick black blood leaking from every cut. It screams. I feel no pain.

I feel nothing.

After well over twenty stabs my body has returned to normal. A massive pile od grey skin, thick bones, and red strands of muscle forms around me. There are no cuts on me. There are no scars. Everything is normal with the exception of the black blood covering my pale skin."The hell is Eros?", I say with clear annoyance as I get back into the shower.