His eye locks on the tiny creature you've found immediately, staring into it's red eye with his own. Horror sneers, striding past you he darts for the Bitty. He wasn't trying to find more snacks- worried he'd be pushing his luck- only following you around, but this is one he can't let escape.Â
 The Bitty is swift, not unlike it's big counterpart, always in survival mode, it dashes behind you, hoping you might help. However, Horror doesn't give you the chance, claws extending as he reaches behind you to snatch the Bitty up. He growls with annoyance when it immediately sinks it's teeth into his fingers, but keeps his grip tight.
 You watch as Horror lifts the miniature him- though larger than the rest residing in his stomach, much like he himself is bigger than the other Sansâ- above his jaws to be lowered in. The Bitty clings to his fingers with a death grip, but Horror pays no mind, sucking the smaller's legs into his throat. Slrppp~
 Horror pushes the rest of the Bitty into his maw, shutting his teeth around his fingers. Using his tongue, he pries the tiny claws off, and slowly removes his fingers from his mouth until his hand is free and his jaws snap shut. Gllk~ Gglluk~
 One swallow, and the Bitty's lower half is down his throat, another and it's in passed it's head. But this Bitty really is quite large⊠Which wouldn't be a problem for Horror if he didn't have this damned collar on! The bulge in his throat is caught around the spiked collar, and his fingers claw at it in attempt to loosen it's hold. Horror wines, desperately trying to get the Bitty passed with heavy and repetitive swallows.Â
 You worry he might choke- but just as you move to help him, he gives another thick swallow followed by a harsh shove to his prey, and his next course begins sliding to it's destination. Gghlk..~
  Horror huffs heedily, sinking to the floor next to you as his meal descends, his hands greedily tracing over his prey, feeling from the outside as it sinks below his ribs. âOhhh~ tthhat oone wwaas gggoooooddâŠ~â His stomach groans and burbles as it's given more, the rounded area growing slightly larger.Â
 Well- now there's really no getting Horror to spit the Bitties up. He could hardly get the last one down- no way it's getting back up as long as his collar is on... And like hell you're taking it off- you know he'd do the same to you if it weren't there.
 Lifting up his sweater once more, you eye the addition to his tummy, squished in on top of the others. A black liquid has started rising in the organ, pooling around the bottom and encompassing the lower Bitties.Â
 âMmnn~!â Horror gasps, holding his stomach. His large snack is jostling his tummy, struggling and squirming a lot stronger than the smallers. Curiously, it seems a little distracted though, and you watch with interest as the tiny horror grabs hold of a swap, beginning to shove it into it's own mouth. Not unlike the sight you just saw from Horror- and it ends similarly, with a heavy gut. This causes a lot of renewed thrashing from the other occupants, making Horror's breath quicken. âHaah~â
 So much for this mission⊠Horrorâs definitely too distracted, now, and leaving him again would only leave opportunities to make it worse⊠Hopefully the others can handle it on their own. Watching Horror's reaction, you press a palm into his tummy, running over the plump curve. Might as well help these Bitties along so Horror can be usefulâŠ
