Mr. Scabbs was seriously injured. He was exploded. I patched him together best I could gluing him back together with my own slime. His little body in my arms I did what I could. He began to move again. I was so relieved to see him.. alive? He seemed to shrug it off like nothing happened. What is it like for a dead thing to die and then become undead again? Adelbert was laying motionless, again. How many times have I seen him like this? He just throws his body into the fray until his full limit, no fetter until he is beat or bled out. His eyes closed, a heap of brown like he was waiting for spring. The others were treating him while I focused on Mr. Scabbs. How many times can he keep doing this? When we broke for camp I tended to Mr. Scabbs. That mouth of his being able to just absorb things, whole beings. Like.. well almost like a slime would. It's impressive really. I feel a kindred spirit in him, though I'm not sure how he feels. The rain had broke my musing and I looked for shelter. Mr. Scabbs offered a solution. It was a level of intimacy I've never been offered by anyone, besides the mimic. He wanted me inside him. I was mortified! In front of everyone? I had no choice. I climbed in. The smell was awful. The old dive suit, I slipped inside and filled its form. From the inside his cavernous gullet I could hear rumblings and sounds I can't fully describe. I felt some relief for the protection. I would be lying if I hadn't wondered what it would be like to be engulfed by Mr.Scabbs and it actually happened!
But I wanted out! It was spooky in there. The insides of the dive suit had an ichor slurry in one of the legs, maybe a bone or two included. The liquid was sickly sweet and fetid, it was pressed into my body and diffused into my goo as I filled the space. I didn't mean to, but Mr. Scabbs assured me the snack was okay for me to have. As the bones and liquid seeped into me I felt better. It reminded me of some of the feedings from my greater ooze I had as a gloop. The taste of the oil coating of the dive suit was starting to wear off and I could begin to taste the leather walls. What would happen if the suit wasn't there? Would I be lost in this void? While I could fill the suit perfectly, I wasn't sure the space it was in had form I could fill. It was dark, I felt weightless in there, the only thing that I could make out was the opening of his mouth. I poked my head out to peek on occasion to see where we were but I floated in that space. It was much larger inside than Mr. Scabbs little body on the outside. I could feel random objects bump into me against the suit. We traveled like that until I could feel us stop. Mr. Scabbs suggested I could lurk in there for a surprise attack. But my curiosity of being absorbed by Mr. Scabbs was well sated and the rain finally stopped. I was ready to slide into something more comfortable. We couldn't have reached the Cave of Peril a moment too soon.