Yech...

*starts dying of chuckles*

( ^o—o^...)
wat?
(i love this artist)

(i should write a story... Would you like that?)
(why? bro is just Ana die... You know what... No.)
*the stomach suddenly pressed in very tight and he was pushed up. Amythust spits him out on the ground in front of a perimod*

(wow what in the worl??)
what? wy not?

... Ohhhh this is an alley...

*intense childish laughing*

(nope...)
eh! *lifts head off ground and puts paw on your hand*

(good; i have not lost my story skills.)
( ^•-•^ brosky)
*the fleshy stomach churns and presses in around him. Thick liquid forms under him slowly*

... Ehm... *starts sniffing*

<·o·>

Ehm... Ok... *goes limp*

(thats the point! Discomfort, anxiety, and fear! he is supposed to be a murcales violent and slightly unprodictable character.)
(also lol. Does he at least have something?)

Where is everyone?

My gosh its huge!

(wtf bro? XD)
why? *tail stops*

(HOW COULD YOU NOT!?)
*He finds himself plopped in to Amythists stomach. There wasn't a very large amount of room and it was very slick. It pushed and moved around him*

...*looking around... Very dim and nobody*... Wat da...

(yea?)
rub ma bella?

(yea?)
rub ma bella?