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He fumbled with the thin box as he tried to open it, his hands slipping because of the heavy, dark blood that made Cecil gag. He finally opened it and he found that, unlike the whole studio, it was in pristine condition. As if new.
Somehow that made the scorching acid that climbed his throat slowly get to its destination faster.
As he tried to take out the dvd he noticed the blood that covered his hands and dried under his nails, trying to enter into his body and corrupt him, eat him from the inside out.
Acid spurted out of his mouth, and he coughed so much that he thought 'Maybe my lungs will explode from the force, and then i won't be able to go...' Big tears flowed down his eyes and he sobbed, still coughing. His legs and hands hurt from the teeth biting at his skin, at some point he had fallen to his knees.
When his lungs were finally back to normal, without air or movement, he took the dvd out and inserted it on, even more of that gut wrenching liquid came out of the machine and Cecil gulped down the bile that attempted to rise.
Music sarted, and he went back through the Vortex, hoping that wherever, or to whoever, it took him would be home.