Upchuck Untitled Babysitting Story (Yes That is the Real Name, Deal With it) chapter 3 by 2kfsk

After taking a moment to mentally psyche himself up, Jason decided that vomiting her out was the best, most immediate solution. Time was of the essence after all.

“Alright,” he mumbled to himself. “Here goes nothing…”

Jason inserted two fingers into his mouth, above the sink… then suddenly stopped. He’d never done this before, and he wasn’t entirely sure of the strength of the pipes connecting to the sink drain when the time came to wash everything that wasn’t Franky down the hatch. After considering and abandoning the toilet as well, Jason decided to go back downstairs to the kitchen sink.

The trip sent Franky rumbling in Jason’s tummy. “Whoa!!” Franky screamed, searching for nonexistent purchase in the deep, dank stomach. “Take it easy!”

As she settled and rose back up above the shallow acid pool, she noted with some disgruntlement that her bathing suit was beginning to fray where it was seamed. “Oh come on… my mom just got this for me,” she groaned. Then, she felt something weird.

The pool she sat in wasn’t very active, though occasionally pockets of hot gas would collect, building up before they burst into a single, thick bubble that would singe Franky’s eyebrows. But now, there seemed to be a low-level tremor that pervaded the caustic pond. “Wha…?”

Up above, Jason was jamming his fingers into his mouth like there was no tomorrow. He’d bailed twice—the sensation of gagging on his fingers was immensely unpleasant. But this wasn’t about him. This was about Franky! He couldn’t give up now, or else Mrs. Jones might fire him! So, he persevered, steeling himself as he resolved against abandoning this next attempt. C’mon, man! You’ve got this!

Franky didn’t know what was happening, but she knew that it was related to her. So all she could do was sit back and hope it was something good. “Jason? Whatcha up to, there?”

In response, everything seemed to go upside down. Jason’s stomach walls contracted at the same time the stomach gurgled and glorped into a convex shape, before suddenly bubbling upwards into a thick geyser of acid, cereal bits, milk, and a side order of Franky. The girl was jammed upward, through the esophagus, at a breakneck speed before emerging out the pharynx, past the teeth and lips, and into the sweet, crisp air, before landing face-first on an empty sink floor. This was followed up by a goopy helping of acid and half-digested cereal bits, all of which buried her beneath a filthy layer of muck. The girl didn’t move, and in Jason’s panic, he was unsure if she was even alive. “F-Franky…?”

Then, she shifted. She sat up, and sent a thumbs-up toward Jason. “That. Was. The coolest thing I’ve ever done!”