It was the worst possible time for Chad to return to his true form. But that’s exactly what happened.
One moment he was a big round ball of blowup doll. The next he was a big round ball of flesh, screaming at the top of his lungs and agony.
And that’s when it happened. His body could simply take no more, and he quite literally popped.
While Kato disconnected the pump, he saw the ball of flesh shutter and heard the horrible screaming that would haunt him the rest of his life. And then in that moment, Chad popped. Like a big balloon of flesh, bone and guts, he blew apart, parts of him flying everywhere, covering the entire room in Chad’s remains.
Kato stood shaking, in shock, unable to believe what he had just seen. Blood dripped off of him, a little bit of brain tissue drops from his nose to his lower lip. Chad’s brain tissue. Chad’s blood. Chad.
Kato gasped, breathing in. That he felt his stomach churn, and he knew he was going to be sick. He dropped to his knees, vomiting on the Chad-covered floor.
He noticed a bit of a eye looking up at him from the floor, as if accusingly. He felt dizzy. His mind raced, and then he vomited again.
He was slick with Chad. The whole room was slick with Chad.
He vomited again, and then dry heaved. He finally stopped, spent. Wishing he was not here in this mess that was once a human being.
Still shaking, he asked himself what to do now.