There was no time to react, no time to regret, hell Scott's life didn't even flash before his eyes like they often did in stores he'd read. Within a matter of seconds the Child's foot was ontop of him. He caught a glimps of five pudgy toes and a flat sole before he was pressed into the carpet. Soft skin molded around him for a split second before the air was forced out of his lungs and everything went away.
Beth might've heard the small crunch, might've even felt something go crunch under her foot, might've even felt bad for doing it, had she not been half asleep. Instead she yawned, wiggled her toes and padded out to the kitchen for pancakes. Most of Scott remained crushed into paste in the carpit was was vacumed away hours later. What remained on the bottom of Beth's foot remained there until her bath. She'd found his car after breakfast and tried to play with it until she broke it. That too ended up in the garbage. There was nothing to indicate that he'd lived at all.
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