Side Chapter: An Apology Belated

Tyler was a man of many feelings. But in the present instance particularly, he was a man of many, many feelings.

Agony, as a bite too big he mindlessly swallowed suddenly lodged in his throat. Panic, as he squawked and flapped his arms, seemingly evolving to his true and final form as a half-man, half-goose hybrid. Then finally, with a grimacing gulp narrowly saving him from a permanent trip down the autopsy wing, Tyler was left a shadow of his former self, feeling only one thing and one thing only.

Mindfucked.

"Y-You're a damn ghost," Tyler stammered, repeatedly and frantically throwing his head back from the closed door of his room to the dark figure huddled and gazing back only inches away. "How did ya…? How could ya…? No fucking way, man. Nah, I'd have seen you, heard you… you ain't human, you're a demon, you're…"