Climb Phil Climb
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 22
by
copier
· original author:
swp1
Liz picks Phil up and walks into the kitchen. Out of the cabinet, she pulls out a box of Twizzlers. She goes upstairs into her room and into her walk-in closet. In the closest were a bunch of clothes hung up on a metal bar and a shelving unit. She drops Phil onto one of the shelves, too high up for him to get up.
"Wait just a minute, and we'll play a fun game together," she coos, winking.
She grabs a bunch of her clothes and leaves. Phil, who was horribly confused as to what was going on right now, couldn't help but notice that she left one empty hanger still on the bar. In a few seconds, she comes back without her clothes but with a chair instead, placing it under the bar. She then grabs Phil and drops him onto her lap. Phil falls into the folds of her pajama pants. The fabric is very loose and slipper, easily engulfing him. Soon, he finds himself engulfed and can’t really get out.
“What are you doing in there silly?” Liz chuckles. Phil’s wiggling and maneuvering was soon ended as Liz grabs him and lifts him out.
He looks up to see one strand of Twizzlers tied to the empty hanger dangling directly above him.
“The game is called ‘Climb Phil Climb,’” begins Liz. She lifts him up the Twizzler. “Grab on.”
Hesitantly, Phil does, only to have Liz drop her supporting hand from underneath him leaving him dangling on the piece of licorice.
“Now your goal is to climb to the top and sit on the bar. My goal is to eat you. I will slowly eat my way up, and if you don’t climb fast enough, you lose.”
“Wait. What happens if I lose?” Phil worriedly asks.
“You are eaten of course.”
“And if I win?”
“You get to live.” Phil gulps when he hears that.
She put a pair of blindfolds on: really a bandana she had lying nearby and put her mouth to the bottom of Twizzler, a half an inch below Phil.
“Now, when I say, ‘Go’ start climbing…. Okay, On your mark…. Get set…. Go!”
What was happening didn’t click to Phil yet. He was still immobile due to disbelief. Was this really happening? Liz, however, immediately started eating the rope below him. Reality kicked in for him when her lips started to take his right foot into her mouth. He instinctively kicked, forcing his foot out of that death trap, but in the process, he knocked off his shoe, which was swallowed and was never seen again.
He lifts his legs up to prevent their consumption and starts to climb. He could feel Liz’s warm breath against his back, but he doesn’t dare look down to see it even though her mouth is clawing at his heels, literally. Uneasily, he pushes himself up with his arms and legs. The licorice is somewhat sticky, making it easy for him to hold onto it but hard to climb up. Eventually however, he is about half-way up and then near the top. Liz starts breathing in harder, pushing him back down and almost making him lose his grip. He can tell that she is gaining on him, but he is just might close enough to the top that he could make it before she catches up with him. He has about a foot to go, from his tiny point of view, when he feels something clasping against his foot again. She was right below him! He foolishly looks down for the first time and sees the huge mouth about to engulf him. She has her mouth wide open and is slowly lowering Phil inside. (Really she was raising her mouth to meet Phil, but from Phil’s perspective it looked like he was being lowered.) His waist is at her mouth level, and more and more of him is being eaten by the millisecond. He only has a little bit to go but not a lot of time. Does the second break he took to look down cost him or does he still manage to get up safely?
"Wait just a minute, and we'll play a fun game together," she coos, winking.
She grabs a bunch of her clothes and leaves. Phil, who was horribly confused as to what was going on right now, couldn't help but notice that she left one empty hanger still on the bar. In a few seconds, she comes back without her clothes but with a chair instead, placing it under the bar. She then grabs Phil and drops him onto her lap. Phil falls into the folds of her pajama pants. The fabric is very loose and slipper, easily engulfing him. Soon, he finds himself engulfed and can’t really get out.
“What are you doing in there silly?” Liz chuckles. Phil’s wiggling and maneuvering was soon ended as Liz grabs him and lifts him out.
He looks up to see one strand of Twizzlers tied to the empty hanger dangling directly above him.
“The game is called ‘Climb Phil Climb,’” begins Liz. She lifts him up the Twizzler. “Grab on.”
Hesitantly, Phil does, only to have Liz drop her supporting hand from underneath him leaving him dangling on the piece of licorice.
“Now your goal is to climb to the top and sit on the bar. My goal is to eat you. I will slowly eat my way up, and if you don’t climb fast enough, you lose.”
“Wait. What happens if I lose?” Phil worriedly asks.
“You are eaten of course.”
“And if I win?”
“You get to live.” Phil gulps when he hears that.
She put a pair of blindfolds on: really a bandana she had lying nearby and put her mouth to the bottom of Twizzler, a half an inch below Phil.
“Now, when I say, ‘Go’ start climbing…. Okay, On your mark…. Get set…. Go!”
What was happening didn’t click to Phil yet. He was still immobile due to disbelief. Was this really happening? Liz, however, immediately started eating the rope below him. Reality kicked in for him when her lips started to take his right foot into her mouth. He instinctively kicked, forcing his foot out of that death trap, but in the process, he knocked off his shoe, which was swallowed and was never seen again.
He lifts his legs up to prevent their consumption and starts to climb. He could feel Liz’s warm breath against his back, but he doesn’t dare look down to see it even though her mouth is clawing at his heels, literally. Uneasily, he pushes himself up with his arms and legs. The licorice is somewhat sticky, making it easy for him to hold onto it but hard to climb up. Eventually however, he is about half-way up and then near the top. Liz starts breathing in harder, pushing him back down and almost making him lose his grip. He can tell that she is gaining on him, but he is just might close enough to the top that he could make it before she catches up with him. He has about a foot to go, from his tiny point of view, when he feels something clasping against his foot again. She was right below him! He foolishly looks down for the first time and sees the huge mouth about to engulf him. She has her mouth wide open and is slowly lowering Phil inside. (Really she was raising her mouth to meet Phil, but from Phil’s perspective it looked like he was being lowered.) His waist is at her mouth level, and more and more of him is being eaten by the millisecond. He only has a little bit to go but not a lot of time. Does the second break he took to look down cost him or does he still manage to get up safely?
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