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Another new run. Woohoo.
John was a lot more cautious with his modifiers, especially with what happened with ire last time. It still gave him the shivers. Whatever.
This time, he chose dozer only, and mime to keep him ‘company’.
He kept his traits the same as they provided him with a lot of speed.
He spawned in, speedran the tutorial and immediately started the timer. As John was speeding across the walls, darting, trimping and even using the wall fart tickle tech, dozer appeared in front of him, so he stops sprinting, slams into a wall, and crouches as if he didn't just get fucking concussed. Dozer opens his eyes, then leaves. John was obeying him. The sinner sat up, rubbed his head, and just as Mime was about to speak an unhinged and lewd voiceline, they flashed him, getting up, and running to the next saferoom. And, as usual, during ALL grace runs, it kept repeating. It was the fifth saferoom, when dozer naturally spawns, unlike modifier dozer. Plus all of the other base entities like slugfish, slight, heed, elkman, sorrow.
It was pretty chill, honestly. John could get used to this… actually nevermind.
Carnation’s tendrils appeared in his vision, they were a breeze. But John accidentally skipped past the hiding spot, and flung himself into the next few rooms, barreling through like a cannonball. He was done for.
The sinner shut his eyes, waiting for the inevitable sin of misinformation to brutally dismember him.
With dozer, who was chatting with slight, about how good they were at killing john, in the room up ahead, turned towards the door, and spoke.
“I just bet you, slight, that John is going to come sliding in, unable to stop, so he dies to m-”
Something slammed into his mouth, so Dozer just swallowed reflexively.
“...wh.. What did I just eat..?”
They asked, turning towards slight, who was giggling. A lot. But they immediately shut up when Dozer glared at them.
“ uHm.. WeLl, YoU aTe JoHn. He KiNdA jUsT sLiD dOwN yOuR tHrOaT.”
For John, he was in a tight, confined space, a yellow one, to be specific, it was warm, gooey and smelt like lemons and marshmallows, how specific..
..oh.
He was inside a stomach. But whose?
Well, first off, it can't be duk or carnation, duk is too small and carnation lacks a mouth, at least he thinks. Plus carnation was behind him, and duk wasn't even IN THIS RUN.
It could possibly be Seesay. Maybe he missed the indicator? His head was messing with him. Seesay was not in the run. So, that left Dozer. He was somehow in Dozer's stomach. How did that happen?? Well, he needed out, and now. So John struggled, writhed, and struggled again, only to feel a hand press down against his slimy prison.
“I never knew a sinner could struggle so much.”
Dozer muttered aloud, more to himself than slight. The yellow sin then undid his robe, letting his belly ‘breathe’.
“...Slight. Rub my stomach for me.”
“wHaT?! nO!!!”
“Technically, I did win our little bet, Slight…~”
“i NeVeR aGrEeD tO tHaT!!”
“Just rub it. Or maybe I'll eat you too. This big stomach does have room for one more..!~”
Slight sighs, and reluctantly agrees.
With John. He's just accepted his fate; bound to be digested by all the entities he's crossed paths with.