The night was no longer young by the time the movie ended. Mango had fallen asleep on the couch below Shieki's chest and the room sat silent when she turned off the television, baring no interest in the credits. She, as quietly as possible stood up from her seat and picked up her empty popcorn bowl, heading to the kitchen to wash it off before laying down to sleep.
She let her mind wander, and in short order she thought about Drac, a man she met at a recent party. He was such a nice man, with good manners, good attitude, good job and seemed to have been friends with Risa. Shieki remembered how embarrassed she was when she gripped onto him with her claws, even scratching him. He didn't hold it against her though... Life seemed to be going good for her. Tomorrow she had calls to make, bills to pay, friends to hand out with, maybe she'll call Drac and thank him for taking her to her apartment- wait. Hmmm... Something was wrong... She felt as if her gut was trying to say something... Something important...

Thorrow was gasping for air, trying to balance on what was left of the popcorn. How long had she been in here? How much longer can she last? A few seconds ago, her fleshy prison shook violently; what's going on? Is Shieki walking? Thorrow gripped the pink, flexing, pulsing walls of the sac and gave it a pound. She called out, "Shieki? Shieki?!" Her immediate answer was the stomach groaning, gurgling, shifting all around her in an attempt to turn her into a nutrient filled soup for her best friend. The heat was oppressive. The air was stale, if not deprived of most oxygen by now. She was beginning to hyperventilate. The acids made her skin tingle, as now they're becoming less diluted due to the lack of water she drinking. How is she possibly going to get out? Oh crap... This isn't good!

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Art @  eyeofcalamity

Character @  TicklefishMcGee