It wore him like a warm, wet coat dripping with unsaid feelings and bitterly shed tears. He was still alive somehow. Hollowed out as his body now was, he was still looking through his eyes, or maybe he was looking through its eyes as he distinctly remembered feeling it pluck his out and eat them.
Regardless, he watched it turn his hands this way and that as it settled into his form. It rolled his shoulders, tilted his head from side to side and took its first awkward steps out into a world that would no doubt see it for what it was - a monster wearing his skin without an ounce of guilt for its brutal actions.
As they encountered their first person, he figured they'd be met with fear and revulsion but instead the other person smiled and waved. He felt it smile and wave back, realising in a gradual, cold seep of fear that there were far more monsters than there had ever been humans.
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