This was for an anxious Anon who had 3 tornado Warnings where they lived, so I wrote a lil something to Comfort them and anyone else who needs it

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You were shaking. Your entire body shivering but not from the cold floor you were sitting on.

Your flashlight laid discarded next to you as your heavy breathing and sobs echoed through the empty hallway.

Miraculously, the Monsters hadn't caught you yet. You didn't know how or why, but you didn't really care if they would snatch you up or not. All you could focus on, all you could hear, was your frantic heartbeat pounding in your ears.

The silence seemed to stretch on forever…

Seb made his way down the hallway, his mind focused on getting supplies, until the sound of quiet sobbing caught his attention, pulling him out of his thoughts and drawing his gaze towards the source of the crying.

It was you.

He frowned at the sight of you sitting alone on the ground, sobbing and shaking. His first instinct was to ignore the sight and move on, to focus on what he was supposed to be doing, but...

Against his better judgement, he found himself slowly approaching you, his eyes studying your hunched form, taking in the shaking, the sobs that wracked your body, the desperate, vulnerable state you were in.

A part of him told him to just keep moving, to ignore you and continue on his way, but another, softer part of him wouldn't allow him to do so.

"Hey..." he said, his voice low and soft. "You, uh... You good?”

Silence met him as you remained quiet, too lost in your own misery to even notice you had Company.

"You know, you shouldn't just... Sit around. Why aren't you hiding?" he questioned.

There was still no response and you didn't look like you were calming down anytime soon.

There was a moment of hesitation, a voice in his mind telling him that he should just leave you to your fate, that it wasn't his problem. But he pushed that voice to the background, his more protective side winning out as he carefully wrapped his four limbs around your sobbing form and lifted you up into his arms.

He held you against his chest, cradling your smaller body against his own. Two arms made sure your bottom side was supported while his other arms hesitantly held onto your shoulders.

He looked down at you, his blue eyes blinking slowly as if He couldn’t quite believe what he was doing.

Strangely enough, there was a tug in his chest to make sure you were somewhere warm and safe. But he still needed his arms free.

Well, there was one option.

So Seb began to open his mouth, preparing to slide your weeping frame into his maw, bracing himself for a potential reaction. He had no idea how you would react to the sight of him opening his jaws like that.

But you didn't so much as twitch. You hadn't even moved when He had picked you up. You were limp as a ragdoll and just as easy to handle as he made sure you didn't nick yourself on his sharp teeth, his extra arms helping to gently maneuver you to perfectly fit down his tight gullet.

Once your head was inside, He began to pull you in deeper and deeper, the sound of your sobs muffled by the thick, soft walls of his throat.

Slick, slimy flesh enveloped your upper body as you slipped and slid down his throat, Seb's powerful muscles working quickly and efficiently, pulling you further and further inside with each gulp. It was a quick process, his body easily accepting your shaking form. Almost as if He had done this a Million times before.

Your sobs and whimpers grew ever more muffled as you descended into the tight, constricting darkness of his stomach, the soft, squishy walls clenching and squeezing around you as if to welcome your tired and weary form.

Once you were properly settled in the confines of his gut, Seb let out a soft, satisfied sigh, his stomach visibly bulging and distending from the addition of the new occupant.

The Shopkeeper had to loosen his belt to ease the pressure on his swollen middle. His shirt had rode up aswell, revealing the glistening, shiny skin of his abdomen. It looked more like an overinflated balloon than anything.

A soft groan escaped him involuntarily as he felt you shifting and wriggling around inside his midriff, the movement creating soft gurgles and low rumbles as you settled into your safe haven.

"There we go," he murmured softly, petting his bulging stomach with a satisfied pat, a sharp grin on his lips.

Noises from around him reminded him how unwise it was to Stick around in one place for too long.

With a resigned sigh, he continued moving. He hated to cut his scavenging hunt short but he had little choice. Getting this little fool somewhere safe was now his first priority. He also couldn't stop his extra set of arms from rubbing his swollen middle, no matter how hard he tried.

As Seb kept slithering through the facility, he suddenly noticed something. It took him a moment to realize what it was, but then it dawned on him... the sobbing and crying from his stomach had stopped. You had actually fallen quiet, your whimpers and sobs having faded into silence.

You had fallen asleep, safely cradled by an unlikely guardian.

This wasn't what he had had in mind when he had left his Shop but ah well. He couldn’t complain much as a claw traced the swollen bulge.