Notes

He's in pitch black darkness. But he's fine with that, as he's in the belly of his one-of-a-kind alligator friend. The walls move in unison with her breathing, the pulse of a steady heartbeat pushing hemolymph throughout the body, and no drop of liquid is felt in the organ. He guesses her stomach is dry when not eating. Well, when actual food is not here.

He moves to press into a wall. It's soft, warm, and stretchy, with the texture of a blanket. "Are you alright in there?" Her voice echoes above him, the pressure of her huge hand pressing back. This is a weird situation for anyone to be in, including the alligator. At least this isn't dangerous for him.

"Yeah, I'm fine." He rubs the wall soothingly. He's slightly surprised they can hear each other perfectly, as anyone would expect communication to be muffled to either party. "W-what's it like?" She asks. "Hmm, well it feels really nice in here. It's like I'm under a quilt." "Is there any acid?" "No, it's surprisingly dry."

He hears a relieved sigh, and movement. He can't tell what it was, but she answers quickly "I laid down if that's what your wondering." The doll feels the pressure again, but moving up and down. Oh, she's rubbing her belly. "Y'know, I didn't expect you to be accepting so quickly, I thought you were going to be adamant on being eaten or something."

"Eh, it's fine, I'm getting used to this." The doll said, getting in a more comfortable position. "Is it okay if I sleep like this?" He hears her say. "Yeah, they are expecting us to be back in a few hours anyway, I feel like napping too."

He couldn't see her face, but he imagines it would be a warm smile. Both of them are relaxed, comfortable, and safe. Man, he should do this more often.