What do I do?! What do I do?! What should I do? What can I do? What is going on!?

Now I’m panicking again but I can’t just kick around when I’m in direct contact with Tormentor’s funnel bag. What should I do? What should I do? I don’t want to leave! I don’t want to leave! What should I do?

Tormentor’s being rushed and jawsouled around. I orient myself so that the hose doesn’t wrap around my neck and kill me. I don’t want to be a part of the world but I don’t want to die so I won’t be!

Something’s going on outside, and I’m slowly sliding down the funnel bag. Help me! Stop it! Tormentor is screaming and panting, the squishy walls around me expand and contract I’m sliding faster and desperately resist to no avail. Stop it I’m scared! I don’t want to leave! Stop it Mom! Stop it now!

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My protests go unheard as I’m slowly pushed out of the only home I had known. My lungs filling with my first breath of ‘air’, it felt dry as I confronted light for the first time, only to feel betrayed by my ‘Mother” let my protests be known I screamed as loud as I could as I came all the way out of my home: “Ahaaaaaaaaaaaa”

A blue garbed lady with a white blood stain apron caught me and cleaned me off. Then she carried me to the Tormentor honestly I didn’t want to be near that traitor, but she looked so worn and tired. It must have hurt her, but as I looked at her I thought of a word that I couldn’t understand before: Strong. I felt guilty for giving her such a bad time, and although I felt as though I was betrayed by her I was truly ‘happy’ as I was placed in her arms, she was warm and comfortable just like ‘home’.

… Hey wait get your chest away from me. Where’s my hose?