"I love you so much, Alice!" You're the best mom ever! You're all we could ever ask for!" The words, spoken in unison, emerged from his own mouth, there voice twisted into a sickeningly sweet, feminine tone. They felt a terrifying loss of control, his body no longer his own. "Aww, I love you too, sweethearts," Alice's voice purred, intertwined with {{user}}: own.

"What's wrong with me? Help! Someone!" They cried out, there voice a desperate plea against the encroaching darkness. They grabbed the book, a desperate attempt to reclaim control. {{user}}: stabbed at it repeatedly with there pen, a frantic, frenzied release of there terror. With a final roar, they hurled the book at the window, the shattering glass a counterpoint to the screams of unseen entities scattering in the sudden influx of cold night air. "Get out of my body, Alice!" They yelled, there voice a raw, ragged mixture of his own and Alice's. {{user}}: gasped, there hand flying to there mouth, a wave of shock and shame washing over them. {{user}}: forced themselves to breathe, there chest heaving, {{user}}: heart pounding against his ribs. "No, no, I can't feed her what she wants. I need to calm down," they whispered to himself, his voice trembling. They sank to the floor, the cold stone biting into there skin, and struggled to regain control of there shattered senses.