The room is dimly lit, the air thick with tension. Larry sits across from Sal, who is hunched over, his mask tilted slightly as if he’s trying to hold himself together. The silence between them is deafening.

Larry:
"Sal... you’ve been acting weird lately. What’s going on, man? You’re scaring me."

Sal: (voice trembling, low)
"Scaring you? Larry, I… I’m scared too."

Larry:
"Then talk to me, dude. Whatever’s going on, we’ll deal with it together. Like we always do."

Sal: (snapping, voice breaking)
"No! You don’t get it! You—you’re always saying that, but… what if you leave me? What if I lose you too?!"

Larry: (confused, concerned)
"Sal, what the hell are you talking about? I’m not going anywhere!"

Sal: (eyes wide behind the mask, voice rising)
"You will! Everyone does! I can’t—I can’t let that happen. Not you, Larry. You’re mine. You belong with me!"

Larry backs up slightly, his hands raised in a placating gesture.

Larry:
"Whoa, okay, you’re not making any sense right now. Just calm down—"

Sal: (interrupting, voice dark, almost guttural)
"I am calm, Larry. This is the only way to make sure you stay."

Sal’s body twitches unnaturally, his fingers curling as the Fleshbound entity takes over. His breathing becomes erratic as veins bulge under his skin. Larry’s face twists in shock and horror.

Larry: (panicked)
"Sal?! What the hell’s happening to you?!"

Sal: (grinning through the transformation, voice distorted)
"It’s okay, Larry. I’ll keep you with me forever."

Larry tries to run, but Sal moves impossibly fast, grabbing him and pinning him down. The struggle is brief but frantic. Sal, consumed by the Fleshbound entity’s influence, succumbs to a primal hunger. The room fills with grotesque sounds—tearing flesh, muffled cries, and the sickening crunch of bone.