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Both of them had exactly one thing in common and it was that they were both inn someone's stomach. Watermelon was meant to be enjoyed and digested, however a keychain is a different story. To be clear they were not in the SAME stomach rather they could feel each others presence across the many layers of flesh that separated Beth's stomach from Tommy the cat's stomach. Through those flesh walls, they each sensed the other's loneliness, the other's fear. It felt good to not be alone.
Two hours passed this way, floating in acid, drifting physically as their minds drifted together. Then, with growing horror, keychain realized something was wrong. Watermelon was...ebbing. They were diminishing. They were digesting.
"No!" Thought keychain. "Don't leave me alone in this hell! I can't do this without your gentle thoughts of escape, without the way your fear soothes my own. I don't want to be without you! I, I lo-"
"Don't" Watermelon thought back, stopping keychain in their tracks. "It will only make things harder. You must go on! Go on for me. Go on for the life we've shared here, the life we've built. Escape! See the sun again for me! Tell my watermelon patch I love them!"
"Okay."
Keychain managed to make their way through the stomach, through the intestines. They feared not for their own safety, but for their lost watermelon. while they were separated from their dear glitter, it was nothing compared to their lost love. they barely noticed that they had reached the end of their journey, the bright light at the end of the tunnel. how would they tell the watermelon patch that they were gone? their last words, not expressing their love for keychain, but their family.