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A long and forlorn face oozed into Sally's view like a heap of puddy spilling over a rim and landing with a thud on concrete flooring. The "puddy" then absorbed her surroundings and A trickle of fear echoed throughout her body as she desperately tried to focus back on those lost surroundings. It wasn't fair. The surrounding imagery was hers. How dare this? ... this thief! Sally's day was a clean and consistantly flowing stream. Here he comes again, sponging it all up. She cleared her throat and in a vaguely condescending tone said, "Thomas."

The name hit his face and slowly slid across his cheek and into his ear. Thomas closed his eyes lethargically and reopened them with the same lack of life. -A moment passed and Thomas had said nothing.

"Of course," she thought. Thomas never talks about anything. His mind is always in some blank void. Thomas only communicates when it's beneficial to himself. This was Thomas' life sucking, energy draining, way. "Thomas," she thought to herself in a stroke of humor, "is a vampire."

Thomas' short, red, curly hair twitched in the calm wind. His jaw shifted to the left, to the right, and back to the center. In his lethargic manner of course. He still hadn't said anything. He just looked at her. Not piercingly or meaningfully so. It was as if his eyes just happened to be there looking in that direction and Sally just happened to be there directly in view as well. Like, "oh well. I'm too lazy to turn my head." It was like Thomas had no will to live. Not in a suicidal, "what's the point?" kind of way, but in a braindead soulless, "meh" kind of way. In fact, it was everyone else who came into contact with Thomas that asked, "what's the point?" but it was directed at him and not their own existence. "Why does he continue to exist?"

Sally was getting irritated. "Thomas! Every. Single. Time. I wish I knew what's wrong with you. You've been like this even before we separated. What's gotten into you? You're not on any kind of drugs, as far as I know nothing traumatic has happened ... it's just ... you left and ... Why am I even talking? We've had this same exact conversation so many times! It never goes anywhere!"

Thomas stood still and his head slowly nodded to one side. His eyes retained the same amount of focus in the same direction. "Mm-hmm," he said. His head nodded forward. Barely.

"Why, Thomas? Why?" Sally put the backs of her hands together and raised them towards her chin. "I've tried so hard to understand whatever you're going through. They say nothing's wrong with you, but .. and I just so wanted us to be happy together I-I-"

Thomas raised his finger to the air. "Shhhhhh." Sally quietly watched as Thomas kneeled to the ground on both knees. His arms flopped lifelessly down to his sides. His head slowly nodded downward ... downward, downward, and downward still. His neck bent sharply ... and still downward he went. It started with a quiet creaking and then *POP*
His face was now to his chest and STILL further it went. It simply started boring into his chest. A black syrupy fluid leaked out of the surrounding flesh and dripped to the floor. Sally watched in wide-eyed, frozen horror.
He was snapping and popping his way through his own chest. The black fluid continued to pulse from his body and to the floor with cumulative force. Stronger and stronger until it was bursting and spraying out in all directions. A scream forced its way out of Sally's lungs as the blackness smattered her body and slapped her face. A swarm of scarab beetles and locusts emerged from the blackened ground and filled the sky within seconds. Sally could feel the buzzing penetrating her ears as millions of tiny legs marched her surface. Thomas' head had bored completely through and began to rise back up again from the other side.
Everything began to calm down. The bugs diminished and the sky became visible again. Sally was beginning to barely recompose herself as the head began rising back up to it's original position.

And it stopped moving. There it was, covered and dripping in the blackness. The blackness then began to recede. It was all recollecting towards Thomas' face ... it all sank back into him through the eyes ...

This face ... did not belong to Thomas. It was a completely new one and it had taken Sally but a moment to recognize it. Once everything died down, he opened his eyes.

And that was when the new face, Ashton Kutcher, said, "GIRL, YOU JUST GOT punk*d!!!!!"