"Finally... all the pieces are in place," Dave murmured to no one, his voice buzzing with triumph. "Now all I need is one final injection."
His body was already crawling with unstable remnant-so much that William's soul was barely tethered to the flesh they shared. Dave grinned as he lifted one last syringe, the fluid inside swirling like something alive.
With no hesitation, he plunged it into his arm.
A violent jolt ripped through their shared body.
William was thrown out, ripped from his own body, stumbling backward as a formless, weightless spirit.
"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST DO?!" William shouted, staring at his own living body... now standing upright under Dave's control.
He smirks. "I simply ejected you, William. This body is mine now. And you-" he jabbed his index finger through William's incorporeal chest, which rippled like smoke - "are nothing but a ghost. A wandering soul."
"YOU BETTER NOT HURT MICHAEL!" William roared.
"Oh, Michael," Dave scoffed. "That pussy? Please. I don't plan on hurting him. I don't plan on doing anything to him. He's useless to me... and to everyone else. Just like you."
William's voice cracked with fury. "He... is not... a PUSSY! HE'S JUST SHY, YOU FUCKING ARSEHOLE!"
Dave rolled his eyes. "I don't have time for this argument. And neither do you. If my research is correct, wandering souls like you have only one destination."
The floor beneath William shimmered, rippling like liquid.
Dave's grin widened. "Limbo."
The ground surged upward, dragging William down, swallowing his feet.
"WHAT?! NO! MIKE!!" William screamed, reaching out as darkness consumed him.
Dave waved, mockingly casual. "Buh-bye, William."
The last thing William heard before the void closed over him was Dave's laughter-shattering, cold, and endless.