It happened in the woods, in an undisclosed location. I was just strolling like I usually do when I heard an echoing of a familiar, cheap synth that haunted me eons ago. I turned to the direction it was coming from. A blue figure in the dense brush and trees just leapt away. Was that it? As I waked in the tangled mess of wood and leaves, it sounded again, but behind me this time. It was still far enough for me to not recognize it. I turned around, facing the trail that I just walked. The blue thing was getting closer and closer, running for me! I made the worst mistake of my life, just standing there. There was the culprit:
The "V" of Doom.
6 ft. tall, 4 ft wide, in a shade of blue as dark as a midnight.
As soon as it caught up to me, its canine-lined maw gaped open, saliva of pure hunger seen as drops and strings. A part of me thought:
Maybe it is nice being inside a logo.
Would it prove true or not? Only one way to find out. He devoured me, without a scratch, and prepared himself to swallow. As my soon-to-be corpse was submitting itself to its gullet, I resisted and reached for his massive uvula. No use. My hands squelched as they slid off with the slimy goo. As I embraced a molar as my only hope, I clearly seen that the V was trying to swallow even harder, taking in gasped breaths in-between gulps. But I persisted. Unfortunately, the V had another idea. With a wiggle of its tongue, I towered down into an infinite abyss of an esophagus, abruptly landing on a soft, fleshy, pink pucker I was guessing was the opening to the stomach.
I was right.
The hole expanded open, and plopped me into a pool of stagnant yellow liquid.
Digestive juice.
This was the beginning of the end.