Can you write a short scenario about me feeding a singular fry to plush barou
at first he resisted. he wasn't hubgry, or so he said. perhaps it was also because he physically could not open his mouth, due to being a plushie. therefore he was also lacking the needed organs to consume and digest this fry. but that wouldn't stop mao. mao Was determined. it was feeding time, whether barou wanted or not...
"i see..." they said, smirking. mao set down tiny barou, beside him the lone fry. she went to gather a few candles, salt and the blood of a freshly decapitated kuon.
preparations for a ritual.
mao drew a circle with the salt and placed barou right in the middle. ontop of him they would put more salt, covering the entire Torschützenkönig. next up, mao would take the blood and draw a pentagram over the salt circle, slightly larger. at every point of the Star, a candle.
mao lit each candle with caution. these steps had to be followed exactly, no mistakes shall be made.
'now I must recant these words...' mao thought to themself.
"תן לו לחיות. התפללו לו איברים שמהם יוכל לצרוך שבב יחיד. התפללו לו ��יים. בארו בארו אוהב אותך".
the first part. now all that was missing were the three chants to summon a spirit.
"מלך השערים"
the ground shook slightly.
"מלך השערים"
a rumble was heard, very distant yet so close.
"מלך השערים"
all the candles went out at once. the salt was dispersed throughout the room. mao stood in anticipation. a large, roughly 9 foot tall dark figure appeared infront of her.
it spoke in a demonic tone, mao couldn't understand, yet she knew exactly what it asked, what it wanted and what it would give.
mao grabbed a heart she had in her pocket.
it was kuons, still warm, very slimy.
she held out the heart with two hands. the entity absorbed the organ and it's eyes lit up a bright, fierce red.
"אני מבקש שתיתן לו חיים".
mao spoke with confidence. the creature sure was intimidating, but this was for barou.
the amalgamation of nightmares started disintegrating into a black dust. all the salt had turned a deep red, hardly distinguishable from the color you would see from the deepest pit of hell, the torturous fires of the pandemonium, a violent black.
the room cleared. mao took a deep breath of relief. the little pole of salt in wich plush barou lay, began to move.
"it worked!" mao cheered as they saw tiny plush barou poke his head out.
"what did you do?? loafer!"
"BAROUUUU!!!!" mao kneeled to hold the very small now living thing in her hands. "barou you're alive!"
"i can tell" barou looked away annoyed.
"put me down." he demanded looking back at mao, but mao Was already standing up and went to place barou back on her desk.
"not now barou, it's feeding time!" a wide cheery smile on her face. she grabbed the fry. by now it wasn't as crisp anymore, but it was surely tasty nonetheless.
"open wide." the smile formed into a devious grin.
"what If I don't??" barou asked annoyed. he could feed himself, he wasn't a toddler! although in his petite plush form he was very similar to one.
"you don't have a choice" she giggled, "now open up!"
"no tham-" he was abruptly cut off by a salty potato delicacy entering his oral cavern.
he had no choice. no power. he was but a tiny organism, completely at the disposal of mao.
'this is actually quite yummy...' barou thought to himself, annoyed that he would even think that.
though he would proceed to eat it. not like he had a choice, deity mao standing above him, gently force feeding him with a simple potato fry.
this wouldn't be the last time barou would taste the fine sodium chloride alongside this groundfruit, shaped into a rod.
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