>>6134148>>6134192>>6134307"Stop, stop, stop," Eddie says out loud. Loafie looks up from her gourmet dish, then realizes she's completely uninterested. "What's all this about water? What... Who are you? And don't you want to go back to the cave?"
Silence.
Eddie starts again, speaking to the weird voice in his head, "I don't like this, you need to-"
"It's past that time, Edward. It no longer matters what you like, what you think you need." The voice is even-toned and matter-of-fact. "You are one of us now."
Out of your own control, your neck vibrates and snaps down, looking at your right hand, which you've outstretched on someone else's volition. Strings of crooked white hyphae shoot from your fingernails and the small cuts and nicks on your hand. It twists and spins together and tastes the air as your mind trembles.
You take back control of your body and crush your fingernails into your palm, to kill the shoots. It hurts in an oddly sensitive way, like someone was pulling your hair, but out of the tips of your fingers.
The moldy voice returns, less powerful, "resist for now... If you like... Won't be long. Soon you'll be a mushroom... Or a vegetable... Your choice..."
You bolt for the door, but a mycelium network stretches out in your bloodstream and sporespikes your knee, causing you to fall over.
"If you won't take me to the garden, then we'll just stay here." It's already regained its speaking strength.
>"Fine, we'll go to the garden. But please, tell me what you want from me, we can work together!">You're so tired, you must be dreaming. Give up and go to sleep, when you wake up, this bizarre nightmare will be over.>Run to a neighbor's apartment and plead for help. (Optional: Who are they?)>Fight the fungus some other way. (How?)>Write-in 