Mad Dummy's soft spot

There is a sound of streaming water to be heard in the distance. Something soft is pressing against your back and brushing on your face. You start to fully regain your consciousness. What happened? Where were you?

You open up your eyes and look around yourself still confused, and notice it's quite dark in here. You see large walls of rock above you. And something yellow right up your face! Flowers? You sit up and start to really take in your surroundings. You're surrounded by water in a cave and sitting on the flowerbed where you landed.

Landed? After the massive fall you took? After Undyne, the armored warrior dropped you down from...somewhere else. Neither Undyne nor the rafters you had escaped to from her were nowhere to be seen and the place didn't really look familiar at all. As you further inspect the place you see various piles of trash everywhere, some floating in the water. This seems like where a lot of stuff ends up at.
As you start to look for a way out, you spot a dark opening in the cave wall. Pondering for a moment about wetting your clothes but lacking other options you drop into the waist-deep water and head for the opening. Standing before it you feel the cool, damp air slowly move past you - this must be the way out. You head in. Short fumbling in the darkness later you see light ahead again and arrive to another opening in the cavern. This one's more narrow but much wider, and there's once again trash in piles left and right.

As you navigate your way past the junkpiles, something right there catches your eye, a cooler that looks quite new. Thinking that it might have only recently ended up here and out of curiosity you check inside and find..a candy bar? Looks like it's still good. As you pick it up you realize it's probably not candy, but it's a bar all right. The wrapper says "Astronaut Food" and not much else, and you decide to hold on to it and drop it into your pocket.

You proceed further on to the cave, seeing a pathway and dry land ahead. Before you reach it however, you almost get spooked by a figure suddenly standing next to you. A dummy! Not a monster you needed to trick yourself past again. You sight in relief, and look at it more carefully. Thinking back, it's exactly like the one Toriel had in the ruins. It looked like a training dummy for fighting practice, but Toriel had wanted you to merely have a "chat" with it. You had thought about giving it a whack from your stick instead, but had done as you were told in the end. But now, Toriel was nowhere nearby, they weren't even answering to your phone calls when you tried to reach them.

Who would ever know, or mind?

Smirk spreads on your face, you pull your stick out and give the dummy a good strike on the side. It's barely enough to rattle the dummy that just stoically stares at nothingness with its button eyes. Even knowing it's not a living, sentient being you suddenly feel bad for what you just did and your face gets more serious. You look away, focusing on what's next on your path. You turn and head for the dry land that's right there. Before you're able to reach it, however, you hear a sudden, strange noise from behind you. Something swoops right past you in the air! It's the dummy you just beat up! It's floating mid-air in front of you, and somehow looking very, very angry now.

While you're still struck with awe as well as processing that this must be another monster after all, the dummy starts speaking out loud in an angry voice with a weird texture. "You! You think you can hurt me?! I am the ghost that lives inside a dummy!" they abruptly inform you. You start to look for a way out of the way of this very unfriendly-seeming monster. "My cousin used to live in a dummy as well, UNTIL! Until YOU came along!", they continue. You realize that the mad dummy isn't too fixated on you at the moment, and decide to make a dash for it up ahead, hoping for an easy escape. "Hey! YOU'RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE!" the dummy screams. Just as you've reached the patch of land you were going for the dummy slams it body right in front of you, blocking your way in the narrow cavern.

You already regret trying to take the easy way out. It just seems to have made the dummy - or the ghost, whichever - more pissed off. You would really rather be somewhere else right now, this thing was scaring you. Regardless, you stand your ground. Whatever had made them so pissed off? Something about their cousin? "The things you SAID to them! Horrible. Shocking! UNBELIEVABLE!", the dummy screams right at your face. You try to come up with a plan to calm them down, but you really have nothing to go on. You had already figured out that this had something to do with the other dummy you had met earlier with Toriel, but you didn't really get why this one was so upset. All you had said to the other one was that their button eyes were very nice, which you could only puzzle together had been actually something insulting to dummies. That, or maybe this dummy really was just upset about what you had just done to them.

You had to try something though, otherwise you'd be in trouble. Having solved every encounter this far peacefully, you try discussing things with the mad dummy. "Um, I'm really sorry for hitting you right there. I didn't realize you were-" But you're cut off by the raging dummy. "Didn't realize? DIDN'T REALIZE WHAT?! THAT YOU WERE BEATING UP ANOTHER PERSON! How rude! How IGNORANT!! And here I thought that you just enjoyed slapping others! But no, you didn't even recognize my EXISTENCE!" This really was going nowhere fast. "Please, I'm really sorry!", you try again. Trying your hardest to make peace with this monster - ghost - you take out the bar you picked up earlier from your pocket. "H-here, do you want this? Are you hungry?" you offer. The dummy looks like it's blowing off steam from the top of its head in rage while staring at you intently. "Am I... Am I...! AM I! HUNGRY!?". You take a step back from the screaming dummy. "YES!!" they scream, and suddenly something lurched out right from the direction of the mad dummy, slapped you on the face  and your hand holding the bar with a wet splat, sending it flying to the left and almost knocking you out of balance. You looked where the bar had flied off to, confused as to what had just happened, wondering what had just struck you when it struck on your face again.

Tongue?! A huge tongue! It wrapped around you starting from your face, around your neck, under your right arm, around your torso and down your legs. Your arms flail wildly as you're now knocked off balance, but instead of slamming the ground you're suspended against the wet, slimy thing snaking around your body and now squeezing you firmly in its grip. Your body now in horizontal position, you try to struggle out of the slimy thing in quite the shock at your sudden situation, not into any particular direction, but despite the slippery feeling you're getting nowhere; it was rough enough to hold you right there.
Your head still half-free, you try to look around yourself and spot the dummy right at you, the huge tongue emerging from between their toothy, drooling and somehow viciously grinning mid-section mouth. During a brief pause you catch a glimpse of the dummy's face, now graced with an evil looking smile - before you get spun about once more, now moving towards the dummy. With another glimpse you get you can see the tongue retreating to its point of origin, and you follow with it. Towards the dummy's mid-section. Right between those parted, huge teeth adorned with large globs of drool. Oh no.

Head first, you're stuffed into the dark cavity between the teeth, and your face and upper body gets pressed hard against something soft but dry, the tongue still tightly wrapped around every part of your body from below the chest. Now halfway in, you close your eyes in fear and prepare yourself for the worst with those large teeth around your midsection in your mind as the rapid movement around you halts for a moment. You feel your lower body get lifted up higher, and you open your eyes and try to look behind yourself to see what was going on. You see the dim light shining through dummy's mouth, past the profile of those huge teeth and see the mouth slowly opening up a bit more - the tongue wrapped around your body still between them. Before you can react or do anything, the grip on your midsection eases up, tightens up on your legs, and with a slimy sound it squeezes your lower body past the teeth and you fully falter inside against the soft and strange insides. Having lost your balance as well as the sight of what was going on once more, you lift your head from the stuffing it had gotten pressed against and try to seek the exit, only to see the massive tongue now fully retreating back between the teeth, slipping somewhere out of sight in the low light, followed by the terrifying vision of the sparse rows of teeth closing in on themselves, sealing out what little light you still had, trapping you inside. As they did, from above a ceiling of similar stuffing as below you pressed against your back and slammed your head back down against the soft internals of the dummy. Oh no no no.

Now you were really in trouble. You were completely inside the dummy, it was pitch black and your only exit had just been sealed off. The pressure from above and below you sealed you in so far that even if there was enough space to move your arms and legs around at least a bit, you weren't able to move yourself into any direction. As you struggled in shock, the world around you started shifting, rubbing and pressing against both sides of your body. "Ha! Ha! HA! You're not going anywhere! You're mine now!", you heard the somewhat muffled but still quite loud voice of dummy from somewhere. The motion everywhere was mangling at your body, shifting and tilting you about, leaving you in a horrified but also confused state of mind. As there was nothing to see, you tried feeling around yourself with your hands, seeking for an opening somewhere in the stuffing. You now had the pretty clear idea that everything around you was something like cotton as you slipped your hand between the material, but it quickly became to a stop in the folds. You tried moving your hand in the other direction and kept feeling around yourself. Where was the spot that you had entered through? Going for that was perhaps your only hope of getting out of here. You couldn't stay here, that's for sure!

Even with the limit of your moving space, you were able to reach most everywhere around yourself with your hands, but quickly came to a horrifying conclusion: there was no exit, no hole or opening anywhere in the soft material around you, or it was so small you couldn't find it, even less move towards it even if you would. How would you ever make your way out of this one? The shaking and tilting around you continuing, you decide to try desperate measures. "Help! Let me out!" you scream. "Useless. Useless! USELESS! There's NO way I'm letting anyone as tasty as YOU go!" you hear the dummy shout at you again. "P-please!", your scared voice breaking as you cry for help, "I don't want to die!" you desperately beg from the dummy. "Shutup! Shutup!! SHUTUP!! SHUT UP or I'll tear you to pieces RIGHT. NOW!!" the dummy would scream at you with extreme anger in their voice.

A desperate whimper escapes your lungs as your surroundings shake up and down. You fully quiet down. This was bad, you were quite sure there was no one else around to help you, and trying to reason with the dummy clearly wasn't working. The bobbing motion left and right continues and you curl up slightly, the best you can in the tight space which isn't a lot. At least you didn't get easily nauseous from this...but you really needed an idea on what to do now, badly!

The motion came to a halt. You were about to open your mouth to ask what was going on, but decided against it. Just as you hoped you'd get a bit of a breather you hear the dummy quietly laugh. "He, he he...". Something around you started moving again. But not in a rhythmic way as previously, which you had guessed was caused by the dummy moving around, "walking", now it felt like everything around you was shifting in one, constant motion. The sides, they were pressing in! Your body, head, legs and hands were no longer squeezed just from above and below, but now the previously more open sides as well. Maybe you'd be crushed to death here now, you thought. You squeeze your eyes shut tight, feeling the pressure at the sides of your head. Your arms, now no longer under your control with the decreasing space, were squeezed closer to your body but not against it, rather than every part of you getting a separate press and squeeze from all directions. The movement was slow but firm, the elastic, flexible stuffing wrapping around you making an intense sound as it rubbed close on your ears.

But as it was about to get dangerously tight, the motion slowed down, and soon stopped. Had the dummy decided to spare you? Maybe this was just an act, a sick joke to give you false hope before maiming and mutilating your body from every direction at once. It was clear you were fully under their dominance now, you couldn't move, you could barely breath, and it wouldn't take a lot from them to put you out of your misery here. But as you waited and waited, nothing seemed to happen. No final death crush, no squeezing you out of your breath, nothing. You waited and waited, but the movement slowed further and nothing else came.

You can no longer really hear anything from the outside. What are they doing? Are they really going to just leave you here now? As you ponder and wonder more about your fate, you notice that everything has really stopped down. It doesn't seem like he's moving around any longer. Your surroundings still keep shifting ever so slightly, both to the rhythm of your own breathing as well as the...dummy's breathing? Why would a dummy breathe? They wouldn't even have lungs to do that with, right? Regardless, that's the unmistakable impression you get now that any other motions affecting you are gone. The previously more frantic noises from the cotton stuffing pressing against your ears is now much slower and rhythmic.

Time passes in mostly quietness. As nothing seems to change around you and as you still can't really do anything, the adrenaline in your body and the chilling feeling of fear start to fade out. How long had it already been? You had all the reasons to be terrified before, but now that your worst fear had already occurred yet you hadn't gotten hurt so far or anything, you can't help but let go of your panic, at least. For time being. Anxiety would still keep gnawing at your mind, and you realize that everything being almost maddeningly idle would leave plenty of room for that emotion to occupy your mind.

Despite how tight it was you weren't having too much trouble breathing. The air was stuffy, there wasn't even enough space to move your head around and your own breathing warming up your immediate surroundings certainly didn't help with the already borderline-uncomfortable heat, but there was certainly enough fresh air flow through the fabric even inside here that you could manage. Having remained still for quite a while now and your heartbeat slowing down to a resting pace certainly helped. All in all, you were far more comfortable than anything you had been expecting.

Comfortable? This really didn't seem like the place to let your guard down. At the same time, what was there to do? Struggle some more and tire yourself out getting nowhere? Getting nowhere!? The uncomfortable thought really starts to dawn on you; you really might have no way out of here. Oh no. You had expected to be able to step your way out of this mess one way or another until the last moment, going through your options in your mind, trying to come up with something but right now you were truly at the end of your wit. You had no plan. All you had was being stuck here.

Time already seemed to stretch out. Being in almost pitch black darkness, doing nothing at all, nothing around you changing and everything you sensed just keeping going forever truly blurred your sense of time. Finally, lacking options and frustrated with not finding any, your mind settles on the only one you have left: give up and just ride this out. Maybe the dummy was asleep already. They probably were, judging by the slow breathing motion surrounding you. Maybe they'd feel better and not be as mad at you once they woke up. That was the hope you held on to It really seemed like you had all the time in the world and a place good enough to wait in, and you finally allow yourself to relax.

Nothing seemed to threaten your immediate health after all, it didn't hurt anywhere. While you were previously worried about what would happen to you here, the answer seemed to simply be 'nothing'. In fact, the dummy's insides were soft, even if they were packed against you tight enough that you couldn't slip anywhere. You probably couldn't hurt yourself here even if you tried to. It really was comfortable here, in a very strange manner. The way dummy breathed reminded you a lot of how it would be to sleep against someone, or wrapped in a blanket with someone, except way more intense. Like a unique mix of closeness and comfort.

It really was comfortable, and you were now ready to admit that to yourself. You were suspended against soft, slightly flexible fabric from every direction. It almost felt like floating, even numbing. In fact, the cotton around your arms and legs did indeed feel numbing, maybe from how hard it was pressing against you, maybe cutting off a bit of blood flow. You feel like you were going fall asleep here, the feeling was certainly similar. It might be a good idea as well, to pass the time. If the dummy had, why couldn't you? It was likely going to take a long time before they were going to be up and moving again, you would most likely feel and wake up from once they started moving again and you didn't feel like waking them up with your struggling now would have been the right idea, not if you wanted to make peace with them. Anyone would be very upset if they were waken up by their own upset stomach, wouldn't they? The surrounding warmth was making you tired as well so you decide some deeper relaxation wouldn't hurt. Gotta make the best out of it, whatever the situation one was stuck to deal with.

Your hands really did feel numb. It felt like it would have been very difficult to move them even if you wanted to. Same with your legs, the cotton pressing against them felt so soft. The slow movement around you was getting hypnotizing and you were so deeply cradled in, as if your prison was lulling you, too to sleep with the dummy. Slowly but surely it rubbed against you, further deepening and spreading the soft feeling on the surface of your body. Somehow it had gotten even closer to your torso than you imagined possible despite your clothes. Clothes that, you come to realize, you couldn't really make out to feel on your frame anymore. What was going on? The thought passes as the feeling starts to spread over your head and face, no part of your skin left out. It felt oddly good, not just soft, but also deeply relaxing and nurturing, kneading. You wanted the feeling to continue growing in intensity, and it did. It felt so soft. You felt soft. What a placid sensation.

It kept going, deeper into you. It caused a strange, titillating feeling wherever it went. And as it went, your drowsiness deepened. Were your fingertips still there? You couldn't tell for a while now, and you didn't care, such was your focus on the very welcome sensations all over you. This was definitely making you quite light-headed. Maybe you weren't getting air as well as you first though? The feeling continued to be overwhelming and unlike anything else you could think of, yet already positively familiar in a nice way that left you wanting for more. This was bliss. Screw hardships and adventuring, this gave you plenty satisfaction, satisfaction that you had longed for.

The pulsating, massaging feeling was now passing right through you. What an experience! It was like scratching itches you had gotten so used to that you had forgotten and given up about a long time ago. Any discomfort you might have had was long gone, each part of your tired, sensitive body getting an excellent job done on it by your surroundings.
It was perfect.

So perfect that you wanted to be forever lost in it. You never wanted to be found. You didn't need anyone's help. So what if you never reached the surface? What you had found was clearly much, much better. There really wasn't any problem in that in your mind.
The sense of your own body had grown really vague, and been instead replaced by something completely else. A soft, deeply comforting sensation. It was like only your mind was really left here, the only thing you had left. You held on to it, wanting the intense sensation to keep going over you. But the weariness was now overwhelming, begging you to let go. You ponder for a moment. So be it.
You feel yourself letting go, the soft comfort overtaking your mind, giving you the most intense sensation of serenity and belonging yet, stimulating you in impossible ways, and your mind finally and completely slips into the void of nothingness.

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.....

There is no light,
there is no sound,
there is no sensation,
and there is no thought.

Everything that could be will be somewhere else,
and anything that has ever been has never been here.

At some point in time or no time, there is something that you want, and you identify yourself again.

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..

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The sound of the running water echoing around and the faint smell of garbage fills your nose and you look around yourself. The place is already familiar to you, and you head for the opening in the cave that you already know about. Past the darkness, past the garbage piles, grabbing the strange food on the way, you find a dummy sitting by the side of the cavern in the water. You look at it and ponder for a good while. Who would ever know? All you had to do was do exactly as you had before. It wouldn't hurt to do it again. Just once, at least. Maybe more. After all, no one would ever know about you LOADING/SAVING. No one would notice.

You hit the dummy. You walk past it and then hear the sound of it flying at you from behind. A smile cracks across your face.

Perfect.