Chapter 2: Down the Human Throat
Stark's world spun violently as he was sucked into the gaping abyss of the human's mouth. Saliva splashed over him in thick, sticky waves.
"Ew. Ew. EW. Gross!" he screamed, flailing his tiny cookie limbs. Somehow, he could swallow? The very thought made him shiver.
The darkness pressed in as he slid down the esophagus. Each peristaltic squeeze felt like a crushing hug from a monster that really hated cookies. Stark tried to resist, but gravity had other plans.
Then, with a splash and a gurgle, he hit the stomach. Acid hissed around him, bubbling and sizzling like molten lava. Stark braced for disintegration. For a painful, digestive death.
And… nothing.
He wiggled, poked, and even tried biting the acid. Still… nothing.
"What the—?! I'm… not dissolving?!" Stark shrieked. His tiny cookie heart raced.
A calm, mechanical voice chimed from his system:
"Acids and toxins do not affect your body. Your body is made of Diamond Cookie, a material found only underground where the fruits live."
Stark froze. Diamond Cookie? That sounded… vaguely heroic, yet deeply disturbing given his current predicament.
"Underground… huh. I kinda feel like murdering these animals at this point," he muttered, glaring at the stomach walls, which churned like some kind of digestive blender.
The human coughed violently, and Stark bounced around inside the stomach like a chocolate chip in a washing machine. Somehow, this chaos saved him. A violent cough and a splash later… Stark was ejected.
And not gently.
He landed in a sticky, brown heap.
"Oh… oh no. Ew… ew ew ew!" Stark screamed, flailing as poop clung to his cookie body. He shook, scraped, and wriggled desperately. "Bro… been eating meat."
From somewhere above, the human froze, staring at the toilet. "Did… my poop just talk?"
Before Stark could respond, the water surged around him. He tumbled, spun, and swirled, the flush a tiny white-water rafting adventure of despair.
"System! Tell me I'm not actually going to die in here!" he shouted.
"You will survive. Your Diamond Cookie body is impervious. Adapt and continue."
Stark groaned. "Adapt… sure. Great advice while being pooped and flushed!"
The swirl slowed, depositing him in a grimy puddle on the other side. Stark coughed. He tasted… everything. Meat, sludge, despair.
"This is the grossest breakfast ever," he muttered. He shook himself off, scattering tiny crumbs everywhere.
Despite the horrors, Stark felt… strangely invigorated. His body was tougher than he'd imagined. The System's words echoed: "Diamond Cookie. Indestructible. Adaptable. Survivor."
"Indestructible, huh?" Stark said, eyes narrowing. "Fine. Let's see how far this 'poop adventure' can take me."
He braced himself, ready for whatever absurd, disgusting, and terrifying challenge this world had in store next.
Then, somewhere above, the human's voice rang out, full of confusion and terror:
"Bro… did my poop just scream?!"
Stark froze for a moment, a mix of pride and horror flooding through him.
"Yep," he muttered. "That would be me."