Newt Scamander Preferences

When He Feels Complete and Utter Distress (Part Five)

A/N: Ay yo, notification squad, where you at? ;)

The next morning, the darkness opened it's eyes, seeing what Newt saw, your peaceful face as you slept.

No one had any idea how difficult it was possessing a human's body, the amount of emotions it had to deal with on a daily basis was dizzying. How did anyone get anything done when one minute you were happy and the next, furious at some trivial situation?

It took comfort in knowing that soon, the plan would be complete and soon, it would no longer have to possess such a feeble vessel.

In the back of it's mind, it could hear the echoing sounds of the real Newt Scamander, whom was in great distress and pathetically attempting to break free of his mental constraints. Fortunately, the darkness had him locked away for safe keeping in a cold and lonely corner of his vast and strange mind.

Tuning out reality, the darkness focused on Newt's weak yells, listening with amusement at the male's evident pain.

Newt sat huddled in the small space that he had been confined to in his mind, his arms wrapped around his knees, as he worried for you.

I do not know, I am no longer capable of creating my own thoughts, he thought. Anything I think about is either "it's" thoughts or commands from our "master". I just do not how to feel. Am I angry at (y/n) for not noticing the horrible deception playing out before their very eyes? Possibly. Am I really that replacable or is this new me just a skilled actor? I wish I knew. Oh, if only you knew the trickery being used against you! Save me soon. You need to stop her as soon as you can.

TO BE CONTINUED...

A/N: Oooh, who is her?