This was his nightmare. He's a total freak, all thanks to Cyrus Jones and his faggy, swishing, irritating gayness. Ryan wants to cry at the unfairness of it all. He hates being angry at Cy. But Cy did this to him! It's all Cy's fault.
If Cyrus was standing in front of him right now, Ryan is sure he would knock his block off. Or at least he would try. His arms are so stiff he can barely move them, let alone take a swing at someone.
He got the idea that he can borrow some of Cy's clothes, if he can find something that doesn't draw more attention to himself. Cy Jones doesn't exactly embrace the concept of less is more in his fashion choices. With stiff legs and feet, moving down the hall to Cy's room isn't easy. He tries to turn the knob, but his fingers are so rigid he cannot make a fist. If the door hadn't already been slightly ajar, he would never have been able to enter. As it is, he bumped his hand against Cy's dresser. Pop! His pinky finger snapped off.
"What the hell?" Ryan thought as he stared at his rainbow-colored pinkie on the rug beneath his feet. There wasn't any pain, which mystified him. At the same time, he was grateful. He tried to scoot the pinky with one of his toes. A toe and the pinky came into contact with the sound of two ceramic objects clanking together. Dammit, Cy!
He saw Cy's laptop. Perhaps he could open the laptop and activate an app to let him message Cy. He made his way toward Cy's desk with excruciatingly slow progress. He tried to open his lips and scream a curse. "DamOohCy."
He spent fruitless minutes just trying to open the laptop, but once he succeeded his fingers are too blunt and stiff to manipulate the keys. In frustration, he swung his right arm. Big mistake. The hand connected with a heavy chest of drawers. He heard a brittle popping noise and there went the hand. He craned his neck to stare at his disconnected hand resting between his feet. "AwFuk."
His other hand, the left one, was missing one finger already. "I'm falling apart!" Ryan realized.
He then saw the open closet door. He saw Cy had a huge collection of sweats and hoodies. He groaned when he saw the colors. Bright green, lemon yellow, shocking pink. Doesn't Cy own anything beige?
Ryan tried to reach for a mauve hoodie. Working with only one hand made things even more difficult, but he managed. Now he needed to pull the hoodie over his freakish body and head. He had almost succeeded when he heard another pop. "WutNow?"
He felt the rest of his right arm pop off at the shoulder and slide to the floor. The hoodie sort of dangled haphazardly over his body. "IgottafinCy." He turned, and the hoodie snagged on something inside the closet.
Ryan lost his balance and had no way to regain it. He fell, face first, toward the floor. He heard another pop and felt his erect cock snap off at its base. "Fuk!" The rest of his heavy body finished falling with a slight "oomph" to the floor after the removal of the erect obstacle. He felt more ridiculous than an overturned turtle. He couldn't even stand or roll onto his side without his missing arm to assist.
"FukOohCy. FukOoh."