One moment it's holding him, squeezing him so hard he can't breathe, he feels like it'll snap him in two, well at least this wasn't a dumb fucking plan, and the next Tim slams into them so hard it winds him anyway, and the thing still has enough of a grip on him that he's dragged along in a shitshow of tangled limbs until finally they come to a violent halt against a tree, well, against Tim really - Jay ends up splayed awkwardly across him, almost in his lap, struggling to get back up, they have to get away from here, they have to go.
Not fast enough, of course. It's up, coiled over them like a scorpion, one knee pressed against Jay's chest to hold him in place, trapping Tim between his scrawny body and the tree. Jay gasps sharply, painfully, watching with wide eyes and snagging breaths as it tilts its head toward Tim, its neck twisting improbably, birdlike and curious, and reaches for his face with rippling fingers.
"No!" Jay heaves himself upright, and it hurts like hell, pushing himself against the weight of this thing, but he doesn't care. He forces himself up, knocking the thing back, amazingly, fucking stroke of luck that isn't bound to last.
It doesn't seem overly perturbed by his dumbass maneuver. It tilts his head at him, smiling, the smile is widening, black unnaturally glistening lips parting, oh god, no, no - its teeth are white, so white they blend into each other, are they teeth at all? it's like they're growing, the whiteness overtaking the rest of the face, overtaking it until it's nothing
until is has no face
A cold spike of panic shoots down his spine and he tries to wrest himself away but it seizes onto him, one hand clamping onto his mouth, the fingers so impossibly long that he can feel them wrapping around his head. His scream is dampened beneath the press of awful waxy skin; both his hands grip its arm to no avail as it rises slowly, spine uncurling, and it's taller now, so, so much taller, too tall, holding him so many inches off the ground.
It isn't that thing anymore.
He knows what it is now. Its hands, its jacket, all of it blackening, remolding into something oppressively familiar. Holding him off the ground and gazing at him with no eyes to gaze from, head bent at the slightest angle, like he's a mildly interesting little insect, poisoned and writhing.
body horror forever, WE'LL LET YOU KNOW WHEN THERE IS NO LONGER BODY HORROR
Not fast enough, of course. It's up, coiled over them like a scorpion, one knee pressed against Jay's chest to hold him in place, trapping Tim between his scrawny body and the tree. Jay gasps sharply, painfully, watching with wide eyes and snagging breaths as it tilts its head toward Tim, its neck twisting improbably, birdlike and curious, and reaches for his face with rippling fingers.
"No!" Jay heaves himself upright, and it hurts like hell, pushing himself against the weight of this thing, but he doesn't care. He forces himself up, knocking the thing back, amazingly, fucking stroke of luck that isn't bound to last.
It doesn't seem overly perturbed by his dumbass maneuver. It tilts his head at him, smiling, the smile is widening, black unnaturally glistening lips parting, oh god, no, no - its teeth are white, so white they blend into each other, are they teeth at all? it's like they're growing, the whiteness overtaking the rest of the face, overtaking it until it's nothing
until is has no face
A cold spike of panic shoots down his spine and he tries to wrest himself away but it seizes onto him, one hand clamping onto his mouth, the fingers so impossibly long that he can feel them wrapping around his head. His scream is dampened beneath the press of awful waxy skin; both his hands grip its arm to no avail as it rises slowly, spine uncurling, and it's taller now, so, so much taller, too tall, holding him so many inches off the ground.
It isn't that thing anymore.
He knows what it is now. Its hands, its jacket, all of it blackening, remolding into something oppressively familiar. Holding him off the ground and gazing at him with no eyes to gaze from, head bent at the slightest angle, like he's a mildly interesting little insect, poisoned and writhing.