It ascended and his spine was the ladder it chose, vertebrae crushed beneath its claws and skin rippling as it reached his ribcage and the arrhythmic fluctuations of his terrified heart. No sound left his open mouth save for a soft exhale as one of its tendrils extended to pierce through his spinal chord, intent on reaching the cerebellum.
He collapsed like a puppet with cut strings, eyes still frantically looking around for help, arms and legs twitching frantically as it made itself comfortable and began to methodically split and expand its singular tendril til his brain was so heavily entwined with it that only death could separate them again.
As his body stopped moving and his heart slowed down with the help of a mild toxin the creature helpfully secreted into his bloodstream, he was finally able to sit upright. As his head moved he found that he felt like he was both himself and the creature and that it was also both itself and him.
And they had a new purpose.
Ignoring the way the skin along his back seemed to expand and contract with the breathing of another being, he was able to head home like nothing had ever happened. If he made a brief stop to an unmarked brown box half-buried in the woods and brought gifts back for his family then that was his business.
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