[[<img src="https://modbymyomlo.neocities.org/1.jpg" alt="sugar milkdormouse in the church" />|sugar milkdormouse]]"Milkdormouse," the priest says, reading from the list. "Sugar Milkdormouse."
There is no question in his voice. He counted the line of bowed heads before he began. Milkdormouse skitters to the front of the line. Milkdormouse holds out his hands too close. His head is bowed to the floor. He does not want the priest to know that he has been crying since he arrived.
[[It]] is in Milkdormouse's hands.It is small and wet and moves as if in pain.
Milkdormouse puts his cupped hands to his mouth and he swallows It.
He can still feel It inside him as he climbs the stairs out of [[the Pit.]]As is traditional, the Pit is dug deep into the earth as a reminder of the Early Days when Communion was adminstered in tombs. The only mark of the Pit from outside is the white marble stairs. The stairs are new and unworn. It was dug last year.
Milkdormouse goes [[home]] and lays down and waits for It to turn to blood inside him.
It remains as It is, unchanging, eternal, in his stomach. Its paws knead at his cardiac sphincter. Milkdormouse moves his bed to a different corner of his room to distract himself. This has never happened before. He tries to think of reasons why It doesn't want to become part of him this time, after all the times before when It had dissolved into his blood without him even noticing.
[[He vomits.]][[<img src="https://modbymyomlo.neocities.org/2.png" alt="sugar milkdormouse's house" />|the Pit.]]He'd never noticed before that It glows a soft white electrical light.
Its paws reach out to him. He lets it sit in his hand. It feels cold and poisonous. He has felt It like that before in quiet places. There is something else as well, something he does not recognize. It hums.
[[It wants to go home.]][[<img src="https://modbymyomlo.neocities.org/3.png" alt="It's home" />|return to the Pit]]It: I know you like my home. Take me back to the Pit. I'm going to sleep there with the blue sparks and white fuzz that statics into my voice. I used to sleep there.
Milkdormouse: If I take you back then you will turn to bones and ash and fire and I think that would be scary.
It: It will. Bring me your prayer book.
Milkdormouse gave It his prayerbook and It licked the pages, bit and tore the pages, and threw the book on the floor. It climbed onto Milkdormouse's shoulder.
It: Let's [[go!]][[<img src="https://modbymyomlo.neocities.org/4.jpg" alt="Sugar Milkdormouse with It on his shoulder" />|Stations of the Cross]]
Everyone else had gone to their own homes long ago, even the priest.
It: Place me on the altar.
Sugar Milkdormouse: [[Okay...]]
Sugar Milkdormouse: [[No.]]On the wall are pictures of the Stations of the Cross. Images of The God being tortured, killed, and eaten.
[[return->go!]][[<img src="https://modbymyomlo.neocities.org/5.png" alt="It's joyful return" />|the end]][[<img src="https://modbymyomlo.neocities.org/7.png" alt="It's joyful demise" />|the end too]]The static [[consumed]] Milkdormouse.The Pit [[consumed]] It and Milkdormouse.The End