Sorry for the extremely long wait! Semester exams you know? I pulled this chapter out of my butt because I really wanted to play Terraria with my homeslice and I rushed it. This chapter is probably gonna be one of the most violent things that will be in this story so be warned. It's really like a creepy pasta (cough*episode 23.5*cough) …. By the end of this chapter I was like… I am 100% done with my life. This chapter is kinds short just to get back in the swing of things.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia Axis Powers. But I do own Fatty's butt! (cause spider…yea)

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Fatty stood towering over the small in-comparison Gilbert. Their eyes, violet and crimson, were locked in a waging war of dominance and so far Fatty was winning. Dem eyes Gilbert thought as the showdown continued for another minute or so each one daring the other to look away. He worriedly noted that the forest was dead silent. Not even a single leaf was brave enough to quiver and crinkle in the wind. Still Gilbert did not tear his eyes away from Fatty's for a millisecond fearing he would lose his head.

He was snapped out of his stupor when the large creature sprung forward until their faces were only a mere inch apart. Gilbert wanted to scream, to shriek for his life, but sound avoided him. Now that his enemy was the only thing in his vision he noticed the extreme amount of pure rage and was that hunger? Gilbert felt himself slightly tearing up at the dominating energy coming from Fatty. He could end my life in a single blow. Up close Gilbert could smell blood, mass amounts of dried blood from its many victims. Death. Doooooom. Pa- He was violently wrenched from his thoughts when Fatty bit a large chunk out of his shoulder. This time sound seemed to return to him as his throat unleashed wails of pain. Gilbert felt the highly concentrated venom leach into his veins as the monster moved his head further down his body. Clawed hands firmly ripped down Gilbert's sides tainting the silky white webbing red. He kept waiting to die, for his body to give up and take its last breath, but the darkness never took him. Gilbert continued feeling his stomach being ripped open and his blood flying everywhere. No longer able to make noise he dropped his eyes down to Fatty, face covered in gore, as he snapped what was probably Gilbert's intestines straight from his abdomen.

After another 5 minutes of being eaten alive it seemed the creature was done with his meal and proceeded to shove the empty corpse off its web. Gilbert's eyes stayed trained on the monster above him as he fell into the dark abyss below him, heart still beating, until he saw nothing.

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"GAAAAAAAUGHAAAAAAAUUUUUUUAAAA" Gilbert let out a blood curdling shriek as his torso launched straight up. He looked around fearfully, the adrenaline making him hyperventilate. He whimpered repeatedly until reality crashed back on top of him. The wounds on his back made themselves apparent and he painfully feel back onto the perfectly white web. Yes..YES…WHITE WEB…not r-red….not red. He threw one arm over his face to block out any and all light to make his painful headache worse. I was al some cruel unawesome nightmare… then what really happened? He clenched his eyes tight as he recalled passing out immediately after he spotted Fatty. Weak…WEAK. I couldn't even handle looking at it?! No wonder I had that stupid dream! I probably traumatized my brain from seeing Fatty's belly flab! What a minute, he actually looked pretty hot… This was the first time Gilbert noticed the burning heat coming from his forehead. Aww crap… now I have a fever! COME ON! WHAT MORE CAN HAPPEN TO THE AWESOME GILBERT IN THIS FOREST OF HELL! He let out a childish groan as he tried to flip onto his stomach. He realized three things. One, his back hurt like the dickens. Two, his limbs weren't tied up anymore so he could move freely (even escape). Three, this web was built over a giant rift possible 500 feet deep and HE COULD FALL AND DIE AT ANY GIVEN MOMENT SO STANDING UP IS TOTALLY NOT AN OPTION.

Gilbert kept his face mushed against the strain of web, staying stock still. Not only is he unable turn around onto his back, but he would not risk jarring the only thing preventing his inevitable death. He was so focused on becoming a statue he almost didn't notice the warm breath against his neck.

Gilbert was suddenly launched into the air and caught in a pair of fuzzy arms. "BWAAAAAAAAA!" he screamed as the very creature from his nightmare looked down on him. "So… how was the airline food?" Gilbert blurted out shakily. Fatty said nothing, he only began walking to the other side of the web. "AH!" the human yelped as he was carried over a thin part of the lines. His only thought was that of a crushing doom to the ground below and not at all on the monster holding him. That is, until he stared at the steel-like legs maneuvering gracefully over certain cords of web but not others. How odd… Gilbert mused, his scientific mind taking over. It seems evident that Fatty only steps on every third web. Just as he started to become entranced by the beautiful dance before him, Gilbert was dumped onto a bed of leaves supported by a tree. "oof! AAAAY!" Gilbert complained. "What's the big idea huh? You just attack me, kidnap me for no reason, and then drag me around? WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE! THE GREAT GILBERT WILL-"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" the prone human screamed as Fatty, unamused, easily sliced through the branch holding him up. "NOOOOOOOOOO! NOT AGAIN! I'M SORRY! NO BLACK MAGIC! VOO-DOO! DEMONS! BAD!" he cried helplessly as he clutched onto the suspended tree trunk. Then, Gilbert heard the one thing he thought he'd never hear again…

A Voice…