Illusion by LunaRolexLer

ItchIO - Steam

This was a new place... There was some strange dust around, but it wasn't really all that bad. The ceiling seemed awfully close to him as well... He was on the edge of a very long platform with a cylindrical device that connected it to the upper level. When he finally got himself to his feet, he began the small journey toward the edge of the platform so he could see where he was. Just as he neared the edge, however, the platform he was on began to move...

His tiny feet fell out from beneath him as he plummeted down from the ceiling fan into the room below....

"I know you're old enough to take care of yourself, but until you get a place of your own, you'll follow the rules I set." Monder said in a frustrated tone as he stood by the doorway. It was warm, so he turned the ceiling fan on.

Mathew was too shocked to even scream as he fell, though he landed directly atop Nawara's head. She didn't feel his presence though as he began to slide off, but was roughly stopped when the hair caught around his neck again and nearly snapped it like a noose. Mat whimpered, gripping at the strands as Nawara stood without noticing anything that was going on other than her own distress.

"I'm just saying, I've been an adult for a while now. I shouldn't have to be going to sleep at a certain time." Nawara said with a grumble, "You can't ground me anymore either!"

"Enough of this. Get ready for bed, you have a schedule to keep." Monder replied, before turning his back on his adoptive daughter to head to his own room for some rest.

"Ugh!" Nawara groaned, turning sharply to storm off into the bathroom.

Each step threatened Mathew's little life more and more as she walked. He couldn't die from a lack of air, but he could die if his neck was snapped... Depending on how his spirit would react to his death that is... He might just wind up being a spirit trapped in a dead body at that rate. Mathew heard the sound of the faucet running beneath him as he tugged to get himself free from Nawara's hair. After a second or two, he felt the strands slip free from around his neck. Then, he fell once more.

Nawara gently reached for her toothbrush and the toothpaste, opening the lid to put some on the brush just as Mathew had begun his descent. The little one hit her nose, which changed his trajectory to force him to land on the freshly toothpasted brush. The little one didn't know what hit him as he landed face-first into the mess, which coated his entire little body from head to toe. Then, before he could react, he felt water flow over his back. He gasped for air, getting a mouthful of toothpaste-water instead.

She didn't hold the brush beneath the water for long before she slid it into her mouth. Mathew looked up as he disappeared into her maw... He had no way to get out of the goop of toothpaste he was in! He was stuck, and the next thing was going to be very... Violent. Without realizing it, Nawara pressed Mathew into her back molars and began to brush her teeth. Mat felt her tooth on his front and the brush at his back. The force wasn't enough to crush him, but it was enough to do something else. As she quickly slid the brush back and forth on her upper tooth, the little one was ripped to shreds. He couldn't even scream as his skin was ground off of his body against the bone. His arms and legs were easily twisted up into her teeth and ripped from their sockets. As she worked her way forward a bit, Mathew felt as his face and upper body pressed deeply into the crack by the one fang-like tooth she had on that side. When it slid back, his head stayed while the rest of his body was taken along with the brush itself to be spread along her tooth.

Nawara didn't notice his plight. It all happened so fast... She was finished brushing her teeth with about a minute of constant attention - running the brush in circles and around every bit to make sure that her teeth would remain in good condition. Mathew's tiny crushed head remained stuck between her teeth, but most of him was spit right back out down the drain.

She went to sleep shortly thereafter... Her tongue, idly, would fiddle with Mat's hair until it dislodged his little skull in her mouth through the night. It was the only part of him to actually make it to her stomach.

Mat's soul was long gone by that point...