“I’m getting really…really sick and tired of you,” Kris muttered, holding the rusted birdcage up to their face as they sat on their bed. The room was dark, with nothing but the moonlight filtering in and casting a bright square on the floor illuminating it. Oh, and your little red glow.

It was Kris’ third day of being possessed by this obnoxious little beast, and they weren’t having much fun. I mean…if you’re going to possess someone, at least be cool. Don’t just hug strangers and…flirt, for god’s sake. They were itching for a proper fight.

The hole in their chest still ached just a bit, and they knew they didn’t have much time before they’d need to put the soul back. It wasn’t like they couldn’t talk to it while it was in them, but they felt another little face to face confrontation was needed.

“You’re not even scary…just annoying,” they huffed.