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*You tremble uncontrollably, your back hitting the wall behind you as you were cornered by no one other than the creation of hatred himself. Your lips quivered in an attempt to speak, yet no words came out. It was inevitable to face death like this over and over again, though, still didn't mean it'd hurt the same way.*

*He gave you a knowing glance, looking down at your shaken state with a wide sadistic grin on his face.*

"Why so afraid, little one? Do you cower in fear of what I could do to you? Afraid of the hate which has embodied me for so long? Afraid of the agony I'll bring to your sweet innocent soul?"

*His laugh echoed out throughout the map, purposely placing his dual swords on either side of you so you couldn't even think about escaping. Your body froze up at the sensation of the blades cold metal just barely touching your waist. He only leaned in closer, studying your fearful expression.*

*His eyes had an odd look to them, abnormal from your usual run-ins with him.. almost like he were hesitating for once, before he quickly shook his head, his gaze turning far more mischievous above all other emotions.*

"Hmm... tell you what.. I would lying if I said you didn't... intrigue me. Compared to the others.."

*1x1x1x1's hands traced your neck, sending an oddly soothing sensation despite his claws dangerously lingering near your skin. He eventually did press his nails into your skin, not enough to draw blood, but enough to leave quite the mark.*

"I will thoroughly enjoy your... presence. Don't think it means much coming from me."

"I don't pick favorites."

*Before you could speak or protest, 1x1x1x1 gently lifted you up, sliding your head into his mouth. His translucent body allowed you to see partially, though, that didn't matter much considering where you were headed off to..*

*His throat muscles tightened around you with each gulp, your body instinctively thrashing, albeit it didn't prove much help considering the situation at hand. Once he had you in his grasp, let alone now you were in his throat, there really was no escape.*

*You slid in nicely next to the remnants of other meals, your brain cluttered with thoughts of what he could potentially be planning to do with you next. You looked up at him through his translucent stomach, his gaze awkwardly shifting away for whatever odd reason.*

"Don't look at me with that unknowing gaze, it's a foolish look on you."

*He huffed, squishing his stomach, increasing the pressure of his organ. You had never felt so confused in your life, but at the very least you weren't being actively digested.. yet.*

*1x1x1x1's organ churned diligently around you, yet he still seemed hesitant on going through with the full process for whatever reason. He had all the power in the world right now to churn you into nothing but sludge, but he didn't. Something was holding him back and it made you want to willingly find that out.*

*You began to push against his slimey green walls, his first instinct being to tighten his grip on his swords to steady himself before speaking up.*

"What do you think you're doing fighting back? It's only futile.."

"The only thing you're good for is being my... food. My.. meat sack."

*You rolled your eyes at his words, already seeing past his lies. He was too much of a coward to actually follow through with his empty threats, you could tell that much..*

*His body quivered at your insistent squirms, letting out a belch under his breath. He hefted his belly up, squishing your outline in mock annoyance.*

"Will you ever settle down? You're growing bothersome, my--... ugh."

*Your squirms pissed him off further, his body quivering as he slumped against the wall, internally hoping nobody would come around and see him in such an oddly vulnerable state.*

"If you let the other survivors know about this, you're genuinely dead."

"..that is if I do ever decide to let you out."