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Am I in hell?
I never really believed in heaven or hell but this sure looks hellish with the walls and floor of the cave around me a dark red and the heat which doesn’t actually seem to bother me like it would have before. There’s also what looks like if a pig and a werewolf had a baby standing staring at me. What the fuck? The were pig doesn’t seem to want to hurt me, instead its making soft chuffing sounds which are weirdly calming, making my eyes droop as I become sleepy. What the fuck?! How is it doing that?! I manage to narrow my eyes in what I hope is an impressive glare before I fall into a deep slumber.
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I wake holding onto to something warm, with my stomach grumbling. God, I’m hungry. I slowly lift my head to look around and, yup. I’m still in hell, but the were pig is now gone and as I said I’m wrapped around something warm. I quickly look down to see what looks like a smaller were pig, but more… human? They have a nose instead of a snout and their skin while still pink looks closer to the colour of a humans. They also have a fluff of pink hair on their head.
They’re adorable. I must pet hair.
I sit up and reach out towards the fluffiness only to freeze when my hand moves into my vision. It’s tiny. And pink. I have a tiny pink hand… Heh? How?! I wasn’t tiny or pink before this! Is this what happens when you die?! Or is it a hell thing? Why am I even in hell?! I didn’t do anything to deserve hell! I mean… Unless what they say about going to hell if you’re not cis and straight is true… or maybe its because of that one time in primary school when I stole that eraser?! But… They stole it from me first! I wouldn’t get sent to hell for that, right?!
Something bumping into my side shocks me out of my thoughts and makes me jump with a high pitched squeak sound that I definitely couldn’t make before. My head whips around to see the little were pig from earlier look at me with wide eyes. I stay frozen, staring until the kid head butts me again. Oh… that’s fucking adorable. I’m keeping them. I gently head butt them back, it just, feels right? They light up and push into my side. They are so cute! What should I call them? Um… Bob?
Dang it. I’m terrible at names.
I look down at them and start to run my fingers through their hair. Their hair… It kinda looks like Wilbur soots, a youtuber/streamer I used to watch. And I like the name anyway. Wilbur it is! I continue stroking Wilburs hair until a were pig walks into the cave area Wilbur and I are in. It’s a different one from earlier though I’m not sure how I can tell since they look exactly the same. Wilbur looks up from where they were buried in my side and starts making small grunting noises that I somehow understand.
“Hungry,” they grunt. “Food? Hungry.”
“Food,” the were pig grunts back placing a wooden… platter? With a strange mush on it down in front of us.
It’s red, but I guess I shouldn’t be surprised since everything here seems to be red. Wilbur jumps forward and digs in. I look between them and the mush. I wrinkle my nose, it looks gross.
“Little one not eat? Sick?” the were pig grunts.
I turn too them to see them looking at me looking… worried? Oh no. I don’t want to worry the were pig who’s obviously trying to look after me. With a silent sigh I slowly pull myself forward, still not used to this body, until I reach the platter. I hesitantly reach forward and grab a handful of mush.
Wilbur likes it so it can’t be that bad, and… I am really hungry. Oh, what the hell I’m going to have to eat at some point, better now before I worry were pig two to much. I bring the mush to my mouth and take a bite. It’s not as bad as I thought it would be. It has the texture of damp mashed potato and tastes kinda bitter, but also kinda sweet. It’s pretty good, so I join Wilbur and dig in.
Were pig two lets out a relieved huff.
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I’ve been in this cave with Wilbur and the were pigs for a while now. I’m not exactly sure how long since I can’t really tell when it’s night here, but whatever. When I’m not eating or sleeping, I’m playing with Wilbur. Running around or Play fighting like we are right now. We’re rolling around trying to pin the other when I hear a yell outside.
“This way!”
Wait… That was English! Does that mean there are humans?! I jump up and go to look but were pig two running in and pulling me into his arms stops me. I grumble as they do the same to Wilbur, but quiet down when they give me a warning growl. They never do that. They take us outside where I’ve never been before and barely have time to look at all the red, fire and lava before I hear yells, clanging and growls. There’s a fight. I peek over were pig twos shoulder to see that my assumption was right. There are humans. Humans who are slaughtering the were pigs who have been taking care of Wilbur and I since I woke here. Why? This is our home so they’re obviously attacking us, but why? Wilbur and I being placed behind a bush knocks me out of my thoughts.
“Quiet,” the were pig grunts. “Stay quiet.” They then turn and pull an axe from their back and run towards the fight.
“Where he going?” Wilbur grunts softly eyes wide with fear. And… how am I supposed to answer that? I doubt they… he is coming back. From what I saw the humans were winning easily.
“It be okay,” I grunt pulling Wilbur into my arms. “I protect you.”