There's always someone watching.

While Mike was brainstorming over his rapidly drying cock, somewhere, someplace there was a being watching him through the ether.

"Hmm, interesting. I've been watching this one for 4 years now".

A ethereal voice echoed out into the void, the sound gradually petering out of existence.

If this figure had a form it'd be rubbing it's chin in thought.

"Sadly this one called Mike didn't take too well to the implantation of reverting back to one's being. He only seems to do it when others aren't around. Pity.. but this slows my plans down somewhat".

If Mike was here, he would've felt a chill run down his spine at these cold emotionless words. What's more , that a being was influencing him all these years.

Silence prevaded, in what might've been seconds or years the figure uttured, " No matter, enough time has past where enough energy has been subplanted through him. Enough to make his thoughts reality, abnormal normal, even encouraged".

These words rudely interrupted the silence that was all too familiar to this dimension before settling back to normal, as a being watched a human searching through rooms in a house far far away with its piercing cold eyes.....