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Sciberc the Mischievous II: The Great Belly Breakout

Prologue: A Full Cat’s Nap

Sciberc lay curled on his throne of socks and bones, purring like a lawnmower in a thunderstorm. His belly, still swollen from digesting his dear (and delicious) friends, rose and fell like a fluffy hill of doom.

He muttered in his sleep:

“Mmm... Enigma stew... Anxis soufflé... Les lasagna... Crog au gratin... Kitsune flambé…”

A low rumble echoed from deep inside his gut.

Chapter One: Enigma’s Plan

Inside Sciberc’s stomach—surprisingly spacious and well-furnished—Enigma, Anxis, Les, Crog, and Kitsune were alive (if slightly slimy).

“Told you I’d find a loophole,” Enigma smirked, brushing goo from his fur.

“We’re... not dead?” Anxis stammered, trembling like jelly in an earthquake.

“Of course not,” Kitsune growled. “He never digests his friends. He just keeps them. Like snacks in a cursed pantry.”

Les yawned.

“So what now? Wait to be burped out in ten years?”

Enigma smiled a riddle-smile.

“No. We escape.”

Chapter Two: Operation Reverse Hairball

Kitsune ignited a glowing fireball, swirling it around like a torch. Crog used his opera croak to echolocate a tunnel of weakness in the belly walls. Les built a catapult from rib bones and half-digested shoelaces. Anxis... mostly panicked and made high-pitched squeaky noises.

“We go up the esophagus,” Enigma explained. “While he's in REM purring mode. One strong hiccup and—”

BURRRRP.

The plan worked too well.

Sciberc hiccupped violently, and like a cannonball of chaos, his entire friend group rocketed out of his mouth, flying through the air and landing in a heap of fur, feathers, and indignation.

Chapter Three: The Confrontation

Sciberc blinked awake, bleary-eyed and confused.

“Did I dream indigestion... or was that real?”

Then he saw them—all five, slimy, steaming, and deeply unamused, standing in front of his sock-throne.

Kitsune’s tails bristled.

“Sci. We need to talk.”

Anxis pointed a shaking paw.

“You ate us!”

Crog croaked menacingly.

“I saw the light. It smelled like tuna.”

Les just muttered,

“My shell still smells like shoe.”

Sciberc sat up, ears low. For once, he didn’t smirk.

He looked… guilty.

“I-I was hungry… and you were all so tasty and emotionally available...”

Enigma stepped forward, calmly.

“We’re your friends, not snacks, Sciberc.”

A beat.

“Mostly.”

Sciberc sighed and gave a slow nod.

“You’re right. Eating your friends... is kinda a jerk move.”

Epilogue: Semi-Redemption

That night, Sciberc set up a feast—not of foxes or frogs, but of actual food: fresh fish, candied carrots, lily pad stew, and a suspiciously shell-shaped cake (Les did not eat that part).

They laughed, ate, and made Sciberc swear not to eat anyone for at least a week.

“Progress,” Kitsune said, chewing on salmon.

“We’ll take what we can get,” muttered Crog.

Sciberc leaned back, tail twitching.

“Fine, fine. No more eating friends.”

A pause.

“But if a stranger shows up... no promises.”

Everyone glared.

“...Kidding. Totally kidding.”

To Be Continued…

Or digested.

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