Anonymous Coward · 21h
You getting digested and then coming back... completely unaware of the event. Only to get eaten again. And again. And again. But every time you have no memory that you're just food to your friends. Every time experiencing the same fear and betrayal as they gulp and swallow you down and slowly digest you alive.
To you, it's the most traumatizing thing. The end of your life...
To them, it's just Tuesday and you'll be back anyway.
Ok so the phrase "you're just food to your friends" is DOING things to me! I love the idea that it's low pressure for them to eat me because I'm coming back, but to me it's a terrifying, upsetting, uncomfortable life or death ordeal every single time.
Keeping me around just to snack on...
