King Boo Vore

“Alright everyone, does you have your flashlight?” asked Damien, your 17 year old friend. “Yeah,” said Carla, your average lip-gloss girl, a 15 year old, as she texted her other friend on her phone. “Mm-hm!” exclaimed Cason, 13 years and he was always hyperactive. You, being 15 and dating Carla for two years made you want to explore this “haunted mansion very much.
“Alright guys, let’s go!” you said as you put on your backpack and so did Cason as he took out Slim-Jims and started eating. Damien took away two and Cason took them straight back. He ran onto the rotting porch and he flicked the porch light switch. It flickered to life and he was exited. He tried the front door, but it was locked tight, and it seemed to be jammed on the other side, too, since Damien ran into it and fell back.
“Sawyer, so you have anything to open this door?” asked Damien. You search your backpack and shake your head no. He moaned loudly but was interrupted by the shatter of glass. Everyone whipped around and saw Carla by a pile of bricks and she dusted her tanned hands off. “Ok, let’s go.”
Everyone entered through the living room window and they walked toward an old sofa and rocking chair. It was rocking back and forth hypnotically, but when everyone blinked, it stopped suddenly. They brushed it off and walked further down the hall. Cason entered a bedroom and the door slammed shut behind him and everyone screamed.
“Cason!” you let out a scream of panic as Cason was heard screaming. Damien backed up and ran at the door and knocked it down since he played quarterback on his school’s football team.
“Cason?” we shout around the room. No answer. You search the closet and behind the dresser, but he wasn’t in there. Then, Carla saw the window open and gasped. She stared outside into the back lawn and at the cloudless sky and full moon. Then, a shadow moved across The moon’s surface in the shape of a sphere with a small tail and a crown. She yelped and slid back and the floor beneath her caved and she fell down into the basement of the mansion as you and Damien slithered among the wall and made it to the door and got out. “Carla? Cason?” you call out as you and Damien made your way into the kitchen.
A butcher knife flew from its casing and almost stabbed Damien in the left nipple. “Holy shit!” he exclaims. Both of you stagger for no more panic and decide to call the police, but Damien screamed. You whip around to find a portrait on the tiled floor with Damien trapped inside it! You cover your mouth as your flashlight flickers and dies out and you hear a laugh above you.
You look up slowly and you see a huge white sphere with a small tail and two fins and a golden crown perched on its head with a purple gem illuminating energy and dark purple eyes and a huge gaping maw in a grin with a slobbery, dark purple tongue lolling out and it held Carla and Cason in each of its fins.
“Hello there, young child!” it exclaimed. “I am King Boo, the king of Boos! Mwahahaha!! And now that I see four of you, I think that it’s dinner time for me! Haha! But first, let’s do this: put fatty in with jock and save curly-hair for last! You first, Sawyer! Mwahaha!!”
King Boo put Cason in the painting with Damien and Carla disappeared in a poof and King Boo cornered you next to the cupboards. One fin took the useless flashlight from your fingers and swallowed it whole and laughed.
Then, his purple tongue came down and plopped itself right on you and you were then smothered by the pulsing purple muscle. You got covered in his warm, sticky and wet saliva as he lifted his tongue off you and a string of saliva attached you to his tongue. You wiped your spit-covered face off and see the tongue again push you against the wall and it slid upward, dragging drool on you. Saliva pooled around you and it pooled in your hands, it dripping off you. You now smelled like King Boo’s breath and he kept licking you until you disappeared and appeared upstairs in the bathtub, still soaked in spit. “Let’s see how much drool I can fill this bathtub up!”
King Boo made his excess drool slide off his tongue and onto you while sometimes he spat on you and coated you even more.
Later...
You are chin deep in the spit and you are tired and weak. King Boo still went at it and then he stopped and stared at you. He lolled his tongue out on you and his drool splattered everywhere and he then lifted it off. He took you in his mouth and used his long tongue to smoosh you in between each cheek and you gathered more spit than ever as you stared down his gullet. He swallowed and you landed in his large stomach filled with the bathtub spit and you passed out soon and were digested by the king of Boos.
Days later, police found the bodies of you, Carla, and Cason and Damien covered in saliva, still in the painting and King Boo kept hunting down his next victims and swallowing them down and alive and digesting them.
This is to help celebrate the release of Luigi’s Mansion 3 by Nintendo! The End!