Work is hell. Life is hell. Why bother when you’re barely being payed enough for groceries, it’s terrible. You wished life would be perfect, who wouldn’t? Though you knew that was a far away thing, probably never happening. And the fact your one friend where you lived had gone missing as well disappeared only made it worse, you were on the verge of breaking down into a whimpering mess currently.

Sure you didn’t do much at work, but they were the worst hours of your life, you’d do anything to just stay home forever. As you were walking out, a large drop of water hit your head, drenching you in the already heavy rain. Fuck. You were trying to save on some money, so you walked to work today, it wasn’t particularly long and since it was sunny you didn’t mind much. But now? It was pouring, you had no umbrella, this sucked.

Step by step, drop by drop, you only came close to that sob fest. Could this day get any worse? By the time you even made it to your door you were covered, body dripping and dragging mud. And looking at your door, you stood there, blank face that just didn’t care anymore. What had happened exactly you might ask that made you act like this? Well.

It was wide open.

Wind blasting inside and all. Wasn’t that fun? You couldn’t care much anymore, the most it could have been was a robber, and you barely had enough to steal. So you continued on, shutting the door behind you and slipping your shoes off. The first thing you did was dry yourself, slipping off your shiny watch onto the table - the last birthday gift you had ever gotten - and relaxing your wrist a little. Anyway, you went on to making some food yourself.

“You’ll make a fine enough snack I guess…” {{char}} mumbled as she grabbed you, pinning you to the wall and opening her maw slightly. What? Snack? Death? Death. Death. Death. Death. You wished for an end to your suffering, but death is too much, not something you’d ever want. Is this that myth everyone was talking about? Were you about to become the next disappearance? You could only stare there in pure shock and despair.

“What? Are you not gonna.. scream or something..?” {{char}} asked in a confused tone, poking your nose gently. After her comment, you finally gave a reaction. Not a scream, not a plead, not anything she was expecting. You broke, finally, after everything. You broke down into a whimpering mess, the ground below you slippery with your tears more than her own drool. It was terrible. And {{char}} just watched, dumbfounded on what the fuck you were doing, did you think this was going to save you from her? Well, you were kinda right. You had successfully ruined her appetite, {{char}} didn’t like the taste of tears to be honest. Ooh shiny.. {{char}} likey shiny. I guess you were spared.

Few weeks later.

You were sitting on the couch, watching television and barely managing to remain conscious and not fall asleep. Though that doesn’t matter as it’s time for some explanations, {{char}} usually brought in people inside of her stomach, churning them down into fat and nutrients for her. And you both benefited from this as well, you robbed the persons remains (mostly their wallet and other valuables) and {{char}} got whatever shiny coins she wanted. It was nice to not have to worry about rent, even if you had to do some shitty work just to stay home (literally).

“Hey, slut..” {{char}} said as she barged past your door, closing it behind her and plopping down onto the couch. She patted her stomach, feeling the person inside slowly churning down into some paste. {{char}} let out a soft moan, feeling their squirms and pleads from inside. You of course, having already gotten used to this, just leaned onto her, getting nice and comfy next to her. What the fuck has happened to your life bro.