"Shut up!" Johnny explodes, and he pivots and drives his fist into the wall, letting out a furious yell. He wants to feel his knuckles break against it but instead the wall shifts to allow him, to swallow his arm up to the shoulder.
He goes abruptly still, other hand braced against the wall.
Right. This. This is what he deserves.
The wall seems fitted around his arm, solid and deep and leaving nowhere for him to go. Alien architectural shapes grow slowly out of the wood and cling to him, claws wrapping around his legs and his waist. It's so much like the setup Zagreus used on him that first dream so many months ago he wants to laugh. He does laugh, high and hysterical.
"Gotta go," he says, turning his head against the wood to look at Daniel with wide, bright eyes. "I'm wanted elsewhere."
The wall's fingers tighten, creaking, pulling him in.
self-harm followed by intense claustrophobia and horror
He goes abruptly still, other hand braced against the wall.
Right. This. This is what he deserves.
The wall seems fitted around his arm, solid and deep and leaving nowhere for him to go. Alien architectural shapes grow slowly out of the wood and cling to him, claws wrapping around his legs and his waist. It's so much like the setup Zagreus used on him that first dream so many months ago he wants to laugh. He does laugh, high and hysterical.
"Gotta go," he says, turning his head against the wood to look at Daniel with wide, bright eyes. "I'm wanted elsewhere."
The wall's fingers tighten, creaking, pulling him in.