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Fragment Chapter: Gingerman

"Kevin…"

"Uhh…"

"Kevin…"

"What…?"

"Dinner time, Kevin…"

"M-mom…?"

Kevin awoke to the sound of the voice sniggering at him. Something pushed into his chest, and his eyelids fluttered open. He felt warm as if his skin was immersed in a hot spring. He also smelled milk. Creamy, delicious milk.

He saw a white pool, like in a bath. It slushed and rippled. He tried to raise his arms from it, but they refused to move. He looked down.

A button was on his chest. Big, round and sugary candy. His priest clothes were nowhere in sight. Instead, he was dressed in a brown suit with white highlights. The milk reached up to his waist.

"Where…?" he muttered. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the rim of a cup. He leaned his head towards it, his neck creaking as if made from brittle dough. He saw the handle of a mug.

He was sitting in a mug of milk.

"The hell?" At least his mouth worked, as dirty as it was. Partly due to his job, he had knowledge about hypnotism and the state of the human mind. It was child's play for him to deduce that this was most likely a dream.

Or a nightmare. He gasped. A woman, dressed in her usual nun habit towered over him. Ries smiled.

"It's dinner time, Kevin."

Her voice sounded like her but pitches deeper. The sheer volume hurt his ears. He couldn't wince. That would mean taking his eyes off of Ries' hungry ones. It didn't take him long to dread what would come next.

A giant index finger wrapped around his back. A thumb pushed on his chest. Ries plucked him from the milk mug and lifted him high up.

He wouldn't scream. That would be uncool. Any moment now the nightmare would end. He waited, and waited— even as Ries' mouth cracked open like a monstrous titan. The tongue comically slid out of her lips, saliva drooling from it and the corners of her mouth. Feet first he descended into her gaping maw towards the abyss.

The dream didn't end.

It didn't end when blocks of enamel munched on him. Grinded on his skin. Crushed his bones, if he even had any. His bread limbs dissolved in the stinking saliva. Ries' tongue rolled all over him, sensually, pleasurably. It was frikkin' disgusting. He was being devoured alive.

It didn't end when what was left of him slithered down tissue. Ries' throat roasted him in searing hot body temperature. Kevin flailed and slipped and dived headfirst through the first tunnel of purgatory itself.

He splashed into acid. He had reached the stomach. Like crawling ants nibbling on him, he was slowly digested. Kevin looked on, horrified beyond belief. This was a dream. A fucking scary nightmare. Anytime now it would end. So why did the pain feel so real?

A figure emerged from the bile. Then another. Loads more. Kevin couldn't tell if they were a man or a woman; the features on their humanoid shapes were melted pretty much everywhere. They shambled closer, zombies in the miasma and burning lava. Their mouths(?) groaned open, their voices hellish, and full of suffering.

"Kevin…"

Again and again, they moaned out his name. Their limbs grabbed on to him, and they smushed their faces(?) to his. They smelled horrible. He wanted to puke but realized the lower half of his body was gone. He could no longer feel his legs or feet, all up to his waist. He sank into the acid. The figures dogpiled into him, like rabid, obsessive fangirls molesting his chest, neck, and ears.

A whirlpool sucked them into another tunnel. The intestines. Ries' pushed and pulled him through the diabolically long track, the figures still wrapped around him with their sticky arms and licking, melted tongues.

What was next? Mouth, then throat, then intestine, then…

Kevin looked up and saw the sphincter open. He saw a toilet bowl outside in the light. Slowly, it zoomed closer. Ries sat down.

He screamed.

"AAHHHHHHH!"

Violently waking up, Kevin hit the back of his head in surprise. He was sitting in the captain's chair of the Merkabah. All around him, his crew worked as they made their way towards their next destination. They paid no heed to his sudden scream.

"Hah…" His brow sweated profusely. He looked to his arms. Still whole. He moved his legs. Still attached. He sighed a huge sigh of relief.

"What's the matter, Kevin?"

He flinched. The voice was the same one from his nightmare. Ries tilted her head at him, a questioning look to her face as she munched on a piece of bread.

"J-just a nightmare… Sorry," Kevin said.

"That's why I told you eating all those chocolates was a bad idea." Ries glared at him. If he had to guess, she was also pouting underneath the bread stuck to her mouth. "You could have at least given me half of it…"

Right. Whiskey chocolates Wazy gave to him as a gift. He had no choice, really. If he didn't eat it all at once, his gluttonous squire would have. They were delicious, by the way.

A crackling of dough. He stared at the innocent-looking sister happily eating a gingerbread man. Ries tilted her head again, a giant question mark hovering above her.

"Just to be sure," Kevin said. "This ain't just another dream, right?"

"I donm think sho?" Ries answered.

"Really sure?"

Swallowing, Ries grabbed him by the hand and held it up to hers. "I'm sure," she said.

She chomped on his wrist. "See? Yerr purfectly ffine."

Perfectly fine, he repeated in his mind. At least the image of Ries biting his hand was cute. It was probably just paranoia. He yanked his arm back.

Pop.

"Eh?"

A stub appeared where his wrist should be. It didn't bleed. Ries held the fingers of his detached hand and chewed on the palm. Flesh crunched on teeth as if a savory meal.

…

Licking her lips, Ries blinked. "What?"

Kevin fainted.

Wrote this as a transition chapter from violent nightmare fuel back to whatever this is.

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