(Originally written by Odysseus)
"We've gotta get you guys dressed up. My tummy is an exclusive club, and only the cutest little gingerbread men get in." Avery teased. You would have shuddered if you could move. As it was, you could just barely Avery through pores in the dough that were probably too small for her to even notice. The excitable giantess was wielding a frosting bag, squeezing little buttons and faces onto each of the gingerbread men on the tray. You only got a really good look at her when she got to yours though. She had her tongue sticking out of the side of her mouth in a look of intense concentration as she carefully applied the frosting. You would have thought she looked cute making that face if she wasn't preparing you for a meal. When she finished on your cookie, she paused for a moment to admire her work. You couldn't see what it looked like, but apparently it was an improvement over the others she'd done.
"You're the cutest one yet!" Avery exclaimed, looking right at you. You felt like you were making eye contact with your roommate, but all she saw was food. "I definitely want to make sure I get to eat you!" She continued licking her lips. She was interrupted by Morgan and Quinn returning to the room, laughing at Avery's ridiculous display.
"Stop talking to them and finish decorating already! I want to eat." Quinn said.
"I just finished the last one actually!" Avery said, gesturing to the tray. "Did you find Hunter?"
"Nah, he probably went upstairs or something." Quinn said.
"Did you check your feet?" Avery asked nonchalantly. This was a common problem. She peeked at the soles of her fuzzy socked feet, but there was no sign of him.
"Yep, not squished." Morgan said, grabbing the tray with an oven mitt wrapped hand. Panic rose in your heart as you realized you were now being carried towards an open oven.
"He probably just didn't want to watch us eat gingerbread cookies. They're just the right size to be his little friends." Avery joked, and all three girls giggled, though they were cut off from your hearing by the slam of the oven door.
Of all the situations you'd been in over your many years as a tiny, this was your first time in an oven. The heat was relentless and oppressive, enough where you'd surely have melted if it weren't for the cookie dough insulating your body. Not that you were grateful for that either. The quickly hardening cookie offered you no ability to move. It was looking increasingly likely that you'd be spending Christmas inside one of your roommates stomachs. You'd had some near misses, and you'd been used as gum by your sister Tracy before, but you'd never had the misfortune of being swallowed. Fortunately, it was known that tiny guys had no problem surviving the digestion process. Unfortunately, that meant enduring the full process, including a rather unfortunate exit.
When the kitchen timer finally rang, you didn't know whether to be relieved. It signaled the end of your time in the oven, but marked the beginning of your time as food. Morgan's oven mitt clad hand slid into the oven and grabbed your tray, hoisting you back out into the light.
"Wow they smell really good!" Avery said, licking her lips. You felt like her eyes were trained on you, and wondered if she remembered she'd singled you out earlier.
You laid unmoving on the tray as your three roommates towered over you, all with hungry eyes. There was no way you'd be able to alert them to your presence until the cookie constraining you was destroyed. The only question left was who would be the one to eat you.
What happens?
1. Avery grabs your cookie, playfully taunting the "gingerbread man" before eating you unaware.
2. Quinn grabs your cookie, dunks in milk first. You manage to partially break free and squirm in her mouth, letting her realize it's you. Unfortunately, she accidentally swallows you before she can spit you out. Does Quinn try and throw you up, or does her tough love approach mean you're going the long way? And does she tell Morgan and Avery?
3. You avoid being eaten the first time around, and are stored away in a container with your fellow gingerbread men.
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