The Ultimate Horror
Al's vision blurred.
His hands—no longer solid. His body—fading at the edges.
He tried to speak, to move—but he was slipping.
The other him—the true him—smirked.
"It's easier this way."
Al shook his head. No. No, this wasn't right.
But the world didn't care.
His apartment twisted—melting into something unfamiliar.
The walls stretched, the furniture blurred, his own reflection in the TV screen—gone.
And then—
He wasn't there anymore.
Not dead. Not alive.
Just... unwritten.
The Shadow—his Shadow—sighed like it had won a long, inevitable game.
The last thing Al heard—before everything collapsed—
Was his own voice.
"Welcome home, Ethan."