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John Grace had started a new run, like always, and decided it would be a fun idea to do a run with like 50 covets, litany, dozer, rue, ire, fool, seesay and craven.
Spoiler: It was not fun.
He made sure to have the CUT! And Night Vision modifier to make it all easier for him.
John equipped the rosary, Firework and Nulldive. For his Omni traits, he decided to try out the Goober cookie and Sinth sense.
He spawned in and rushed to the first safe room, skipping the tutorial thanks to CUT!
The sinner started the timer and started flying across rooms, spamming the flash on his lantern, periodically turning around to face rue or Craven to flash them too. Then the bigger threats, Litany and dozer. They had appeared when John was doing a breaker room, dozer appeared first, John crouched, then litany right after, so he used the few seconds of reaction time when dozer disappeared to drop into a slide, sailing across the many doors in these halls.. It felt endless, but John was used to it by now. He got to the next saferoom, and repeated this process. Until saferoom 5. Too much was in his vision, he had to constantly duck under doorframes and walls to survive sorrow while dealing with other threats, especially slight and heed. It was all too much, even if he was going lightspeed. One thing he didn't notice was ire appearing. He was too focused on sliding for litany, to jump. As soon as he noticed his mistake. It was too late. But ire didn't exactly want to kill him, well at first, they did. At least Fool and Craven had been vanquished, Seesay wasn't active at the moment. It felt as if time had paused. Ire was just staring directly at him.
“Just kill me already….”
John was used to death in many different ways. Many. Many. Different ways.
This made Ire pause, and think; before watching John vanquish rue. It filled them with a slight jealousy. Why didn't rue appreciate them a bit more instead of thanking John for apparently saving them, ire had done so much more than the lowly sinner. It made them a little bit angry.
“Hmm… Yknow What? I Think I'll Punish You Differently, Sinner.”
Ire spoke with a fake sweetness, their last word dripped with unhidden malice. So they approached John, maintaining eye contact with him, it was hard not to, considering the fact John's eyes were so big.
“I Don't lIke How The Others Have Always Seemed To Catch You Off Guard So Easily, Yet When I Try, You're Already In The Air. It Fills Me With Rage. Pure Hatred- ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME??”
John had zoned out during Ire’s monologue, making them even more pissed. The entity’s face inches away from John's, the sinner reflexively backing away, but he was against the wall.
Ire was going to enjoy this. A lot.
The Sin's long, slender arms gripped John by the shoulder, and pulled him closer to Ire. The sinner could feel the icy cold breath of the mouth he could just tell was about to swallow him. He trembled in Ire’s grasp, fear in his eyes. He was toast. Burnt. toast. John gulped. Shutting his eyes tight, hoping that ire just gets it over with.
His wish was granted. Very quickly. He felt Ire's tight throat around him, compared to the other entities he's (unfortunately) been eaten by, usually their mouths would be a lot warmer than this, not that John was into vore… at least he didn't think so. But that's besides the point. Ire's ‘insides’ were really cold, making him shiver involuntarily, even as he struggled, or, at least tried to..
He landed in their stomach with grace, the tight space and cushiony insides softening his ‘fall.’
(Did you like the grace joke hahaha)
There was no point in struggling, he had to succumb to the sin. He'll just respawn later anyways. This lack of effort to escape made ire just a little bit angrier. So they turned towards rue, glaring.
“Rue. Come Here.”
Ire demanded, their fingers beckoning the other sin over, in which it did come over, before grabbing the entity and forcing them to listen to the growls of ire's stomach.
“Do You Want To Join Little John Grace In There, Rue?”
They asked, smirking. Rue avoided eye contact and flushed.
“hmmmmaybe”
“ineedtimetothink.”
“I'm Just Kidding, Rue.”
Ire pat rue's ghostly form, finally beginning to calm down in rue's presence, who was still listening to the other entity's stomach growls as they digested John.
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