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This part always hurts. The feeling of his mind and body being separated as music faded away from him is something he should get used to at some point. He could hear Phantom and Sodo playing, Mountain's drums directly in his left ear but nothing brings him back. He can see his body but can't control it. Swiss watches as his head falls forward, fans screaming and cheering since they think he's acting. This wasn't an act, not at all. Some of the time his chaos was an act but this, watching his body twitch and drool, isn't an act. His whole body burns and aches as he just watches unable to do anything. Swiss screams and begs for someone, anyone to help him. Despite not being "in" his body, he can still feel everything. The burning pain of a different soul inhabiting his body, his throat burning with bile as his stomach churns. His body eventually crumples to the ground, the fans cheering as they watch Swiss' body slam a fist against the stage he stands on. His body rocks forwards and backwards, fans cheering even more as they record him. Despite not even being in his body, Swiss feels sick, people recording him as he's possessed and trying to get back in control. Black smoke begins to seep from Swiss' mouth and nose, causing Swiss' body and his soul to start to choke, his body rolling off his stage to land on the main one, gasping for air as more and more smoke escapes him. Stage crew watch but can't do anything due to the song still playing. Swiss' hands fly to his throat as he wheezes and coughs, his soul and the one that possessed him swapping out. It leaves his body trembling as his mind collects itself and realizes whats going on. The shrill tones of Sodo and Phantom overload Swiss as he hears Mountain banging on the drums and cymbals. Gasping for air, Swiss crawls to the stairs by his stage, gagging and heaving. A stage crew member attempts to reach out to Swiss, reeling back when Swiss actually vomits, the vomit muddled with his lunch and black ooze. The stage crew manager grabs their headset, talking into it to Copia directly. Once the stage manager is done talking, Copia spins to face where Swiss' stage is, shuddering when he doesn't see Swiss. Once the song ends, Copia clears his throat.
"We have a mild technical issue so we do sadly have to take a momentary break so our tech crew can get it sorted out. I promise to keep you all updated and will have someone tell you in the ritual needs to end." Copia says, some fans booing as the ghouls leave the stage, Copia jogging off.
A stage crew member had escorted Swiss into the dressing rooms while Copia talked, Swiss sitting in a chair with a trash can in his lap, his helmet throw on a table. Swiss' head is tilted back as the room reeks of vomit, Copia slamming the door open, gagging momentarily at the smell.
"What happened?!" Copia asks, Swiss awkwardly burping.
"Some fuckin' soul possessed me...thought I could hide it..." Swiss whines, lifting his head to look at Copia.
The ghoul looked terrible, drool and vomit running down his chin while he also seemed like he was crying, something Swiss never really does.
"Are you crying...?" Copia asks, Swiss hiccuping.
"You'd be scared too if you got your body back and immediately puked." Swiss sniffles, wiping his nose.
"...fair point. Do you think you'll be okay for the rest of the ritual?" Copia groans as he sits down in a chair by Swiss.
”You try getting possessed and tell me how you feel…”
“I already do get possessed. Constantly.”
”Wha…?”
”Anytime I perform a song from Primo’s album, he possesses me. Same with songs from Secondo and Terzo. I’m constantly being possessed then being myself.”
”Fuck…how the hell do you not puke all the time?”
”I’m used to it I guess.”
”Satan I still feel like shit…”
”…………wanna know what helps me?”
”What?”
”Remembering I’m the one in control. They may be in my body, but it’s my body. Not theirs.”
Copia pats Swiss on the knee before leaving, Swiss sighing as he looks at himself in the mirror. Black makeup is smeared across his chin, partly on his cheeks and his lips. His eyes are red from them watering so much just a few minutes earlier. He really did look like shit. He felt like shit too, his throat ached from the smoke and the vomit as all his limbs felt like they were filled with cement. Cumulus never acted this messed up after her possession during Con Clavi Con Dio. Same with Sodo after his possession solo during Spitalfields. What made Swiss’ possessions so…aggressive? Swiss groans as he leans forward, feeling sick again. A soft knock is heard from the door, Cumulus poking her head into the room.
“Copia said you’re having a rough time.” The ghoulette hums, setting a glass of water by Swiss.
“Mmmmm. Felt better.” Swiss grumbles, looking up at Cumulus
"You've looked better." Cumulus snorts, grabbing the glass before handing it to Swiss. "Drink. You feel like crap since you're dehydrated."
"You know this how...?"
"You werent the only ghoul who was human at one point."
"You were human?!"
"Yep. Same with Cirrus, Aurora, Phantom and Mountain. You only knew about Sodo, Rain and Aether."\
"Fuckin' shit...I'll have to ask them..."
"For now, how about you have some water and see how you feel in a couple minutes."
True to Cumulus' words, Swiss feels better after having some water. Not perfect, but good enough to go back on stage with breaks for water. Fans cheer and scream when Copia walks back on stage, thanking everyone for their patience. Swiss takes a few deep breaths before putting his helmet back on. This time he was preapred. Copia had walked through that they would do Watcher In The Sky one more time since something had actually been wrong with Phantom's guitar. Round two with soul swapping with some random soul. Swiss steps up onto his stage, shifting his stance as he grips the mic. Round two and he'd win this time. Maybe not win, but he was preapred for if it went bad. The first three and a half minutes of the song fly by and before he knows it, Swiss feels loopy, leaning his head to the side as he closes his eyes. Just let it happen, dont fight. Swiss opens his eyes again and sees that hes partly in control of his body, laughing to himself as he grinds againt his mic stand before falling to his knees then to his side. He was going to show off a little, he had earned it. Getting to his knees, Swiss pretends to thrust against something, fans crying out to him. Watching Terzo and Copia preform Mummy Dust so many times gave him a chance to get the movement down. Fast and sharp was Terzo's way of moving, Copia was slower and more drawn out. Why not mix both? Fast then slow. Swiss throws his head back as he moves, hearing the others get close to being done with the mini solo. 30 seconds goes fast when youre fucking the air. Swiss jumps to his feet, quickly falling back into singing, his voice a little rough but it was a two day trip to the next venue spot, he can rest it. The rest of the ritual goes on without any major problems, minus Copia getting nailed in the gut with a Plushia, Sodo almost ripping his pants and Mountain breaking two drumsticks.