Chapter #7Bon appetite , Sophocles by: sneakyk   You sit helpless inside of the bottle... a simple mass produced object, made into a larger than life holding cell courtesy of your miniscule size. The only thing to keep you company in here is the malformed humanoid shape of a Wimps candy piece.. but you're far from alone. You are also in the presence of a trio of giant gradeschool gods. Though one of them looks to be smart for his age and nearly ready for middle school, group dynamics dictate that their maturity level is likely about on par with that of their youngest member. A first grader. And this first grader is currently smirking with smug glee over your capture.
"I got an idea! We could pee till the bottle is full then see how long he lasts!" He says, as if he has just proposed a solution to a philosophical conundrum. The casualness and glee with how he proposed it...the way he talks about condemning you to a vulgar, shocking, and painful death as if it were of no consequence, Is all you need to hear to break into a panic. You begin scrambling around at the bottom of the bottle, banging against the plastic surface in a vain attempt to break free, or at least let one of the boys know you do NOT approve of this.
"Eww. That's gross " The blond haired boy says, a look of disgust on his face. Though that disgust soon fades into a grin as he eyes you over. "It would be funny though...but I don't have it in me. Sides, I didn't get a chance to hold the little thing. Can't we just play with it? Give it orders, see it stretch, that sorta thing?" "mm... maybe... But hey . Could I at least fart on it? "I dunno... a fart might kill it" "Just one? No way."
Your heart pounds as the boys go back and forth, proposing ways to torment you, their only concern being the possibility that they might kill you before they get their fill of fun. As the boys go back and forth, you hear the rising star speak up, interrupting the two of them.
"Hey. wait. I got an idea."
"hmm?"
"Well... I got somebody we can show it to. I bet he'd enjoy it."
"Uh... but why can't WE play with it?"
"he's a trial captain!"
"Oh really? coooooool~"
"Come on, let's hit the beach."
The Alolan youngster slams the bottle down onto the ground, lodging it into the sand. He proceeds to pat a mount of sand around it to ensure that you can't topple it over. Or at least, you think it's to keep you from toppling the bottle over. In actuality, the boy is more concerned about gentle gusts of wind than anything you would be capable of.
For two straight hours you make every effort to escape from the bottle. You punch it until your hands turn blue. You scream until you go hoarse, and eventually just sit down in defeat against the edge of the bottle, cursing yourself for thinking that the boys would help you.
Eventually the Galar youngster returns and picks up the bottle, eyeing you and poking it with a grin. He turns towards the Rising star. "So... uh... trial captain." "Yeah. I know a restaurant where Sophocles eats every Sunday. " "Oh cool!"
You are tossed into the rising star's backpack. The bottle falls onto its side. Remembering the boy's concerns that you might use the airhole to escape, you walk along the side of the bottle, fighting against its gentle slope, only to find that the airhole is actually oriented high overhead. You sigh and fall down to the bottom of the bottle n and content yourself with nibbling on the Wimp. This may well be your last meal.
Eventually you hear the sounds of a door opening and shutting, followed by a receptionist greeting the three boys, who promptly arrange to be seated. The moment they take their seats and order their drinks, the rising star unzips his bookbag and pinches his fingers around your bottle's lid. Without further ado, they stomp off towards a booth in a flurry of footsteps.
"Heya Soph."
"Um...hi. Uh... you're..."
"I'm Kainoa! I eat here too. Remember, we fought once."
"...yeah I think I remember you. Uh.. Bagon?"
"...yeah, but I got others too"
"Oh em gee. Hi mister Sophocles. You're like basically a gym leader right?"
"Yeah. I uh. I guess I basically am. But trials aren't exactly the same thing. And I kinda spend a lot more time studying about..."
"That's really cool. Um . We got a present for you!"
"A present?"
"aha... well. It's more like a dare...."
The rising star, apparently named Kainou, brandishes your bottle and slams it down on the tabletop. You find yourself sitting in front of the enormous pudgy belly of the young trial captain, Sophocles. His shirt is white, with a few barely visible foodstains that must have survived past the wash. His shirt bears an enormous orange print depicting a gameboy blueprint, complete with a link cable... and that gameboy alone is the size of a building compared to you. The gameboy, though, is small in comparison to the middle schooler's considerable belly. While you're not one to usually comment on appearance, there's no denying that this kid is overweight. Adorable and endearing, but most definitely overweight. You have a strong suspicion as to what this 'dare' might be. Looking towards the other boys, you notice that the blond youngster is now wearing a red shirt and appears and black shorts, and the rising star has changed into more standard attire, as well.
Sophocles leans forward and lifts your bottle up, holding you up in front of his eyes. His eyes are little more than cute black dots, the whites of them barely visible, much as if he were a character from a Tintin comic brought to life. Apparently it's a rare genetic trait around these parts apparently
"Hmm... that's a tiny..." Sophocles remarks, apprehension soon dawning over him in spite of his fact-of-the-matter delivery. He turns his head up to Kainou. "A dare huh. What... you're gonna dare me to eat this guy, I bet, just because I'm fat?" "H...hey. I mean ...I've seen you eat one before and..." "Yeah yeah. They taste good, I know. " He says, squinting at you. "And they're kinda pricey... and I'm not exactly rich..." He gazes over at you, regarding you as if you were a chocolate coated cricket, his tongue just barely escaping from between his lips.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to..."
"Hey we didn't mean to be rude but we still want you to eat it."
"Yeah! "
"but I already ordered some ribs..."
"Dude you can take it. It's just an inchling."
The situation is rapidly deteriorating. At this point getting eaten is almost an inevitability. Your entire life painfully snuffed out... all to satisfy a dare! it's as if you aren't a living being at all!
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