Swapped bodies, WebMD
Edward couldn’t move. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t see, could barely think through a dizzying blur of static and a constant tick-tick-tick-tick-ticking. What was that? It was everywhere, it was in his own head -- But was this head even his own? How could he make it stop?
“ERR_403 Forbidden,” a voice that wasn’t his vibrated through him, forced out of his throat. He was being possessed, wasn’t he? His corpse being puppeted? He had no pulse, no heartbeat. No heart at all.
Who did he know to function without one?
When he squeezed his eyes shut hard enough, the wildly flashing alerts dancing in his vision finally scrolled away. When he reopened them -- there he was. Edward could only watch as his escaped body floundered on the ground, screaming, scratching at itself to tear away very fragile, very human flesh.