Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-7637833-20150101014436/@comment-7637833-20150118033002

As the dagger was pushed past his chest and into his heart, nothing happened for a second... before a mass of inky black tentacles began to grow from his person and flail around madly from the wound. Marco's body began to convulse as well, and his eyes shot back open while he let out sounds of gasping and choking. All the while, a voice rang from him that wasn't his own.

"NO! HE IS MINE! MINE! MARCO IS MY TOY! I WILL NOT ALLOW YOU TO TAKE HIM AWAY!!!"

The tendrils were coiling around the dagger, and... trying to push it back out.