*pitter* *patter*
*Wheeze*
Trouble in breathing seemed to be an understatement in the eyes of Isla.
“No shit!”
As Isla looked around he was greeted with a collage dark greens and browns, he didn’t recognise a single plant that entered his field of vision.
The AI reported.
“Great! Thanks… for the… especially useful… information… in this… situation… AI.”
It’s was getting extremely hard for Isla to speak while staying conscious.
*HISSSSS*
“Ahh… Fuck… me…”
“AAAAAAGH!!!”
“MY LEEEG”
Isla passed out, oxygen was not reaching his brain fast enough to cater for his screams and thrashing.
There was no response from Isla.
...
“At least these deaths technically make stronger, even if by a bit…”
*sigh*
“I guess I can’t get lower than three minutes… Bring it on universe!”
There was now some old confidence in Isla’s voice.
“Bring… It … ON!”
*SILENCE*
*BADABOOM*
...
*SILENCE*
*BADABOOM*
...
Isla opened his eyes and instantly started to struggle.
He was suspended in a body of water and so couldn’t say anything.
*mmmm*
‘AI’
He tried to communicate with the AI through thought.
'Fuck you'
‘Shit’
Isla’s thoughts were whirring as he vision started to go black.
The AI communicated.
As he started to black out, out of nowhere he saw a glimpse of light.
He had too little oxygen to keep up his vision.
Darkness.
*cough* *cough*
Isla threw up.
*BLECH*
Not daring to say a word as he opened his eyes, he thought to the AI.
‘AI where am I’
After around 10 seconds of silence the AI’s voice sounded in his mind.
*BLECH*
Isla realized why he had thrown up in the first place, the stomach of the creature that he was currently in smelt like a poor village fish market on a hot summer day.
‘AI how can I breathe here?’
“DIGESTION?!”
Isla yelled.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
Isla fell onto his knees and then face planted the flesh that he had been standing on.
He had given himself up to his fate.
And he knew that he was about to go through unimaginable pain.
All of his previous deaths had been quick and comparably painless to what was about to happen.
…
Minutes ticked by, but still the digestive fluid didn’t come.
Isla started to shake and laugh maniacally, he was completely broken.
But then the AI said.
Minutes ticked by as he sat there shivering,
*PLIP* *PLIP*
Some leftover digestive residue was dripping off of the creatures stomach ceiling.
A seemingly insane thought flashed through Isla’s mind.
To see if he could gain some resistance to the liquid by placing his body underneath the drip.
*PLIP* *PLIP**PLIP* *SSSSS*
“AAAAARGH!!”
Isla’s screams riveted through the fish monsters insides.
“FU-FUUUUCK!!!”
*ssss*
Although quieter his skin continued to sizzle under the effect of the stomach acid, the pain not letting up.
Yet after the initial scream he decided to silently endure.
*Mmmmmm*
His arm continued to spasm as the pain faded.
To Isla the process seemed to take a lifetime.
*PLIP* *PLIP*
…
The pain had finally, mostly subsided, a disgustingly festering wound the size of a plate was burnt into Isla’s left arm.
The AI pinged.
“Oh come on. AI?”
“Is this the only way to get passives in my current situation?”
…
*SSSSS*
“AAAAARGH!!”
Isla hadn’t let up on this sick ‘training’, his arms looked like a peperoni pizza drawn by a five year old. Not a single peperoni the same size.
Isla didn’t know whether to be happy with this achievement, or to be completely horrified. He would have to endure nearly half a minute of constant mind bending pain, and this time not just on his arms, but on his entire body.
…
*SSSSS*
No sounds escaped Isla’s lips the only thing left on his face was cold determination.
He let out a long sigh in preparation.
…
