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The trip down wasn't very much fun, to say the least. The throat squeezed him uncomfortably, and he was drenched in saliva from his head to his tail-tip. His fight-or-flight response was unbearably strong the whole time, but no matter how he squirmed and wriggled, he wasn't coughed up. As he was pushed downward, he could hear the human's breathing, then its heartbeat. It was somewhat unnerving. Then, most of all, he could hear its stomach gurgling, eagerly awaiting this new snack.
He was deposited into the stomach, and his eyes gave off just enough light that he could see. Not that he needed to, because his senses of touch and sound were telling him everything. The space was fleshy, for one thing, and definitely moist. Stomach acids pooled around him, in a sickly greenish yellow color.
The gurgles and groans were louder now, letting him know that the organ was working.
He was scared. Really scared. He wanted out.
He reflected on all the times Basil would tell him about humans and their dangers. When Wildcard would spin tales of near-death by their bonfire, his scorpion-like tail swishing in joy. When Kitsy told of their adventures in borrowing, a sliver of fear leaking past the excited glint in their slit-pupiled eyes. The one thing each of his colony member's stories had in common was that they painted humans as monstrous, violent beasts.
He just wished he had seen before how right they were.
But he didn't, so here he was now. In a human bean's stomach. Left to die, alone and afraid, with nothing to comfort him but vague memories of the past. All he could hope was that he'd end up wherever Wildcard and Ace went, as he really did miss them.