It's starting to distort. It's starting to flux into something else, and Tim twists at the implacable grip with one final tremendous wrench, ripping himself free from the shadow's grasp. He slams a foot into the thing's knee, but its shrill, flurrying laughter is like knives against his eardrums.
"Jay, we gotta go!" It's like shouting through a raging gale. "Whatever it is, it's - I don't think this is supposed to happen!"
"This wasn't supposed to happen," Tim's shadow hisses, a mocking echo.
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No, no, this isn't -
It's starting to distort. It's starting to flux into something else, and Tim twists at the implacable grip with one final tremendous wrench, ripping himself free from the shadow's grasp. He slams a foot into the thing's knee, but its shrill, flurrying laughter is like knives against his eardrums.
"Jay, we gotta go!" It's like shouting through a raging gale. "Whatever it is, it's - I don't think this is supposed to happen!"
"This wasn't supposed to happen," Tim's shadow hisses, a mocking echo.