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Humanities weakness.
As you sprint toward your suffering friend, he turns his head and locks eyes with you. “Frank! Get away, Frank!” he begs, his voice filled with desperate pain, but it’s already too late. Slowly, he stands, his movements jerky and unnatural as he struggles to regain his balance. His bones have pierced through his flesh, tearing apart his legs, his back hunched grotesquely, and his arms bent at impossible angles.
Before you can react, one of his now fleshless arms swings violently, slamming into your knee with brutal force. You feel a sickening crack as your bone tears through the flesh of your leg, sending you crashing to the ground.
Desperate, you try to shield yourself, instinctively bringing your arms up to protect your head. But Billy—no longer Billy—grabs you from behind, his sharp claws digging into your skull, as he pulls you closer, applying unimaginable pressure. You scream, but it’s drowned out by the sound of your skull cracking, the horrifying sensation of your head being squeezed until—POP! Your vision goes black, and you are instantly killed, the world around you fading into darkness.
Before you can react, one of his now fleshless arms swings violently, slamming into your knee with brutal force. You feel a sickening crack as your bone tears through the flesh of your leg, sending you crashing to the ground.
Desperate, you try to shield yourself, instinctively bringing your arms up to protect your head. But Billy—no longer Billy—grabs you from behind, his sharp claws digging into your skull, as he pulls you closer, applying unimaginable pressure. You scream, but it’s drowned out by the sound of your skull cracking, the horrifying sensation of your head being squeezed until—POP! Your vision goes black, and you are instantly killed, the world around you fading into darkness.
