This choice: After all, there can be no life in children's shit • Go Back...Chapter #8The usual baby poop by: Unknown The boy's parents called Danny's phone several times, but there were beeps, there was no response, there were only *The subscriber is temporarily unavailable, it is turned off or is in the zone of communication inactivity*. "That bastard," they said and quickly finished their business, got into the car and drove home.
It was correctly said that Danny (you) is a bastard, yes. Cindy and Vince hit the nail on the head. You just suck right now, moving through Peter's insides while he sleeps, you're just one of his meals that fills Peter's body with energy. You disappear, feeding Peter's body, and soon there will be nothing left of you, everything will be forgotten when a brown log, a smooth long snake, forms from Peter's lunch and you.
But let's get back to the parents.
Cindy and Vincent arrive home in 10 minutes, they come into the house, along the way they call your phone, but you don't take it. Because of this, Cindy almost falls into hysterics. But Vince calms her down, saying that everything will be fine, that maybe everyone is already asleep, and your phone just sat down. They open the door, and a dark apartment appears to their eyes, only the light in the corridor is on. Cindy quickly takes off her shoes and runs into the depths of the apartment to look for her children, simultaneously turning on lamps everywhere and calling them: "Children, where are you?! Peter?! Jake?! Will you answer?! Your mom and dad have arrived!". But no one answers. And then she goes up to the second floor and slowly walks down the corridor. She sees that the door to the children's bedroom is open and cold air is blowing out. Cindy slowly approaches the door, clenching her hands into a fist and preparing for everything, she slowly opens the door...
She sees her sleeping children, Peter is half-open, and Jake is wrapped in a blanket, sleeping, snoring. Cindy looked at the window, it was open, and a cold wind was blowing out, and the curtains were fluttering in the air. Cindy went to the window with small checkers and closed it, at this moment Peter wakes up half asleep, he turns his head in the direction of his mother. Cindy, seeing this, begins to say in a small thin voice: "Son, we arrived, everything was fine with you * did she go towards Peter *?".
"Aahhhmmm * yawns, half-asleep eyes, slightly open * Yes, Mom. It's all good." Peter answers her, in his childish quiet voice.
Cindy approached Peter, she bent her head and kissed Peter on the forehead: "If, everything is fine. Do you know where your nanny could have gone?".
"No, Mom. I do not know, more precisely we do not know. He put us down before he left," Peter replied to her, starting to get a little nervous. He knew where their nanny was now, who was already beginning to rot, wandering, emitting gases. His conscience tormented him. Peter thought to himself to say, not to say, "What happens if I say, Mom scolds me? Will I get a belt? Or?.. If I don't tell you, I won't be able to live like this, I'm right now, now my conscience has come, which was not called! And on the other hand, Danny will still turn into my poop and who will look at her, except me and maybe Jake. Who wants to dig into other people's poop, in the poop of a child in order to find out whose bones these are and still my Danny poop to go on a long and long journey through the sewers, where a bunch of the same waste, abutments, there my poop will fall apart and remain without a trace."
"Mom, I have to confess something." Peter began the conversation with trembling lips.
"What, son, don't be afraid to say. Remember, Mom will listen to you and support you all the time, even if you do something stupid." Cindy said.
Peter calms down: "That's what's the matter, Mom. Aah, uh, our babysitter hasn't gone anywhere, I, uh... just ate it and now it's, um... is inside my intestines.". - Peter answered her, he squeezed his eyes shut and prepared to listen to what Cindy would say.
"Um, it's certainly strange, but it wasn't any stranger when I was wiping the blood off the white carpet and then it was very dirty that the little bloodstains turned into one big pale, red spot. But nothing so terrible has happened now, so don't worry. You'll break up with him in the toilet tomorrow.". Cindy answered him affectionately, she stroked Peter's head and kissed him on the forehead again, covering Peter with a blanket up to his neck. She did the same with Jake by kissing him. She wished them good night and closed the door of the nursery and left.
Half an hour passes as Cindy and Vince wash up, have dinner and go to bed. Your useless sucks, the leftovers having lost their nutrients, leaving only a large amount of water, less than half of the undigested remains of food and you and a lot of dead cells, and a large number of waste harmful substances attached, the green-brown gruel reaches the entrance sphincter leading to the large intestine. It is gradually squeezed into the large intestine in small portions. | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |