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Warning: This is a vore fanfiction that is written in the style of a creepypasta. If you are easily triggered by either concept, then you do NOT have to read this story. If you chose to do so, then proceed with caution. This is your last warning!

To whom might be reading this: My name is Maxwell. I was never the type of person to believe that extraterrestrial creatures could ever exist outside of fictional works. I always thought that stories about people encountering or being abducted by aliens were complete nonsense. I never even considered the fact that aliens could be out there or even be living among us. Last night, however, my pre-conceived notions about aliens were challenged in the most disturbing way possible. Last night was the night I lost my best friend/co-worker Samuel to what I can only assume is an extraterrestrial abomination that didn't belong here.

Samuel and I were both college students who worked at a nearby diner called Melanie's Diner. While I was pursuing a degree in engineering, Samuel was pursing a degree in game development; he has already created some free indie games, many of which are solid and enjoyable on their own. Our job at Melanie's Diner had decent pay (at least decent enough to cover the costs of tuition and living in an apartment). The diner was a greasy-spoon type venue with a 1950s aesthetic complete with red tables, a jukebox, and a checkered floor. It wasn't a bad place to work, even though it was in a more sketchy part of town (the part of town in which the gangs and drug dealers lurk). I was the one who manned the fryers, and Samuel worked the register. Samuel and I normally went to our classes from 12PM to 6PM, then went to work the nightshift from 7PM to 11PM (luckily, we didn't have any weekend classes, so we had spare time on the weekends). That's how things normally went for us.

However, last night was different. Samuel and I were going about our business as usual when Mr. Douglas, the 70-year-old man who managed the restaurant, called us into the manager's office. When we entered, we took a seat and listened to what Mr. Douglas had to tell us. "I'm sorry to inform you about this, but you two are going to have to work overtime," he told us. Samuel and I looked at each other, and then I asked, "Why exactly do you want us to work overtime?" Mr. Douglas cleared his throat, and then replied, "You know the employees who work the graveyard shift, right?" I looked at Mr. Douglas and was about to answer when Samuel inquired, "Sheryll and Tom?" Mr. Douglas nodded, and then replied, "Yep. Well, they went missing yesterday and the cops haven't found anything. I am fearing the worst." He continued, "So, you're going to have to work overtime to cover their shifts." Samuel gave Mr. Douglas an angry look, and then retorted, "Bullshit! Can't you get someone else to do it?" I looked at Samuel and told him to cool it. Thankfully, it was a Saturday night, so we didn't have evening classes. Mr. Douglas sighed, then spoke. "Look, I understand why you wouldn't want to do this. I'll tell you what. I'll pay you two extra for working overtime. Deal?" I nodded my head, and replied, "Deal." Samuel nodded. After that, Samuel and I went back into the restaurant to work the graveyard shift (which was from 12AM from to 4AM).

At 11:30 PM, the shift manager, Mrs. Ann, came into the restaurant. Mrs. Ann was a sweet older woman whose husband died years ago. Despite that, she retained her optimism and positive attitude. She greeted us as she came in through the door and went into the manager's office to do some important paperwork. As far as graveyard shifts go, it wasn't too bad. Sure, there were some strange (even somewhat scary) people who came in at this time of night, but many of the people who walked in through the door were businessmen and construction workers looking to have a cup of coffee and some hash browns. Things only started getting peculiar at around 2AM when we heard someone screaming near the restaurant.

About a minute later, a weird kid bolted in through the door screaming like a maniac. This kid looked to be about twelve years old and had black hair and amber eyes. He wore a trench coat and a pair of glasses and carried a large bag with him. He was shaking and breathing heavily, and his eyes were white as a sheet. He began shouting, "I S-S-SAW HIM! I SAW HIM!" I rushed out of the kitchen and asked him, "What happened? What did you see?" The kid looked at me, eyes still bulging, and stammered, "HIM!" I shot him a "WTF" look, and then replied, "Look, you need to calm down and tell me what happened. What do you mean by 'him'?" After about a minute or so, the kid calmed down a bit and then began to explain why he was freaking out in the middle of the restaurant. He pointed towards the sidewalk outside. "Ok, so I was walking down the street to go to the nearby graveyard. You see, I'm a paranormal investigator, and I was going to see if the graveyard had any restless apparitions," he stated. Samuel chuckled, and retorted, "What? Were you going to go see if you could talk to ghosts with radio static?" The kid looked at Samuel, then nodded. "If you want to put it that way, then yes," he replied. I then said, "Go on." The kid continued the explanation, "But, on my way there, I encountered HIM. The alien! He had a hold of a person, and the next thing I know, he ate them alive! He then turned and looked at me, but I managed to get away!" Samuel and I looked at each other in pure bewilderment. A truck driver sitting a booth next to the window said, "What has this kid been smoking?" The person sitting in front of him replied, "I don't know. He's probably been watching too many scary movies and is seeing things." The kid overheard their conversation, and then shouted at them. "HEY! You wouldn't be saying that if you were about to be eaten by an alien!" he said sharply.

At this point, Mrs. Ann overheard the commotion and came out to see what was happening. She went over to the table that they truck driver and his friend were sitting at and proceeded to speak with them. "Is this child bothering you, sir?" asked politely. The truck driver nodded, and then replied, "A little bit." The kid noticed Mrs. Ann, and then said to her, "I saw the alien SWALLOW someone! You are all in danger! Why won't anyone believe me!" Mrs. Ann often took pity on kids, regardless of how eccentric they were. She got down to his height and began to speak with him. "Excuse me, sir. But I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to leave. Your parents must be worried sick about you. I'll take you home, alright sweetie?" she said in a sweet, soft tone. The kid opened his mouth to protest, but then complied and went with Mrs. Anne. However, before he exited the building, he turned around and addressed everyone in the restaurant. "You might not believe me now, but you will soon enough. When the alien catches you, you'll wish you have listened to me!" he proclaimed before exiting the building. Thinking back on it now, I probably wouldn't have lost Samuel if I had listened to him. The rest of the shift went by smoothly, and nothing else really happened until it was time for me and Samuel to go home at 4AM. Since we didn't have access to a car, we had to walk down the street to the nearby bus stop. This is where things went to hell.

Samuel and I were walking down the street, the sidewalk being lit by the streetlamps that dotted the area. We knew these streets quite well and could defend ourselves if we got jumped by a criminal or a disgruntled teenager. This time, however, something didn't feel right. A feeling of uneasiness crept over me, and I became nervous and jumpy. I felt as if someone or something was watching us. "Hey Max, are you alright? You seem tense," Samuel remarked. I noticed a look of concern on his face. I replied, "I'm alright. I just wonder if that kid was right." Samuel glanced at me, and then replied, "Max, you know there's no such thing as aliens. Don't let his words get to you." His reassuring words helped me calm down somewhat, and I smiled a bit. Samuel grinned as we continued walking, which helped to alleviate the uneasy feeling. However, the bliss would be short-lived as we turned the corner and headed towards the bus stop.

As we were about to walk in front the alleyway near the bench, we were talking about our weekend plans among other things. As we passed it, Samuel said, "So do you want to hang out this weekend? Maybe go to the community swimming pool-". Samuel froze as his glance flittered upwards and down the alleyway. He seemed to be staring past me at something. I asked him, "Samuel, are you alright? What's the matter?" Samuel didn't respond and continued to stare into the darkness. I snapped my fingers and waved my hand in front of his face. "Samuel, what the hell is wrong with you? What are you staring at?" I asked, getting impatient. Samuel pointed down the alleyway, his hand shaking uncontrollably.

"Max, what the hell is that?" Samuel asked, his voice trembling with fear. I turned towards the direction that Samuel was pointing in, and I felt like my heart stopped beating right there.

In the murky darkness, we saw a pair of eyes staring back at us from a good distance down the alleyway. However, these eyes did not look like they belonged to any terrestrial creature we know of. They were large and bulbous like that of an insect, and they each had two pupils. Their color was odd, too; they had sort of a ruby-red color to them with the pupils being a lighter shade. The eyes seemed to reflect the light from the faraway street lamp, making them glow in the darkness somewhat. Whatever creature they belonged to was staring straight at us, making eye contact. It was as if it was analyzing every component of our being. What terrified me and Samuel the most was the way this thing was staring at us. Aside from making eye contact, the look in its eyes was not friendly or inviting. The looks in its eyes was one of malice and hunger. It looked like it wanted to kill us.

After creepily staring at us for a few more seconds, this creature began to move slowly down the alleyway and towards us. As it slowly stepped into the light, we got a good picture of what we were dealing with: even though it walked on two legs and stood upright like a human,the rest of this abomination was something else entirely. It looked more like a giant insect that was native to some far-off planet. Aside from the bug eyes, this thing had two antennas that bent at an angle towards the end of their length. I didn't see a nose or ears on its face. It was quite a sizeable creature with an extremely corpulent frame; its limbs were extremely bulky, and its large stomach protruded from its midsection. If I were to take a guess, this thing had to be at least 8 feet tall and had to weigh at least one ton. Although it donned a striped ruby red tunic and black leggings, these could barely contain its hefty frame; many of the seams had popped and the stomach was slightly exposed. It had a long, thick tail that swished back and forth. To add the icing on the cake, this horrible creature had smooth, light green skin that was akin to a typical sci-fi alien. Typing this out now, this thing actually quite sounds quite adorable. At the time, however, it was absolutely mortifying.

As it got closer to us, Samuel and I were completely paralyzed with fear. No matter how much we wanted to make a break for it, our bodies wouldn't let us move. It was as if this thing's stare was holding us in place. While I gazed at this monstrosity, a few thoughts popped into my head:

"Was this the alien that the kid was talking about earlier? What kind of creature is this? What is it going to do to us?"

As those thoughts swam through my brain, the creature stopped about a foot in front of us. It turned its malicious glance towards me, and then towards Samuel. Licking its lips, it moved closer to him and proceeded to wrap one of its black-gloved hands around his neck. It lifted him up as if he weighed almost nothing. Samuel tried his hardest to escape; he tried everything from kicking the creature's stomach to wedging his fingers under its hand. Unfortunately, no matter what Samuel tried, this creature retained its vice-like grip around his neck. I could see the fear burning in Samuel's eyes; the kind of fear that a person would experience when coming face-to-face with death.

Upon seeing the pure fear burning in Samuel's eyes, this creature began to grin insidiously, revealing its razor-sharp teeth. It then started to giggle, which turned into a heinous cackle. It was as if this extraterrestrial abomination was amused by Samuel's horror. "Please! Let me go! I don't want to die!" Samuel yelled, almost on the verge of tears. This only seemed to make this horrible creature laugh harder. This wasn't a cute, childish giggle, either; it was a maniacal, almost evil sort of laugh you'd expect from a villian in a movie or television show. After this thing finished its laughing outburst, it looked directly into Samuel's eyes and spoke to him in a dramatic tone:

"Poor, pathetic Earth-monkey! You thought that you could escape from me! Now, GET IN MY BELLY!"

The creature then shoved Samuel's head into its large mouth, its worm-like tongue caressing his face and hair as he screamed. As he tried to pry himself out of it mouth, this horrible alien chortled in delight. It tilted its head upwards and used its thick arms to grab Samuel's legs. Little by little, it began to force Samuel down its greedy gullet. It was like watching a python swallow a small animal; this thing's jaw seemed to unhinge as Samuel began to slide down its throat. First went his head and neck, and then his shoulders. As this thing worked its mouth over his torso, his arms were forced to his side. At this point, the only thing Samuel could do was kick and scream as he was past the point of no return. Throughout the whole ordeal, I could hear a disgusting cacophony of gulps and slurps as Samuel was forced down this abomination's esophagus. Upon seeing this, I wanted to vomit all over the sidewalk. "Mmmmm...so...delicious," this abomination murred, savoring the flavor of its prey. I saw its tail rapidly swishing to and fro like an excited dog wagging its tail. The amount of pleasure it seemed to be getting from devouring my friend was one of the most disturbing things about this whole debacle.

After one final, powerful "gulp", Samuel's legs quickly slid down into this creature's maw. His entire body had been packed away into the acidic pit of this creature's stomach, which squrimed and writhed as Samuel frantically kicked and screamed in pain. This abomination then let out one of the loudest, most obnoxious belches I have ever heard in my life. As it ran its gloved hands over its stomach and stifled a small belch, this thing turned and looked straight into my eyes. Even though it just ate my best friend alive, it still didn't look satisfied with its fill. "Your friend was DELICIOUS!" it proclaimed dramatically, cackling deviously. "However, he was just an appetizer! Now it's time for the MAIN COURSE, human! C'mere, you!" As this thing reached out to grab me, my brain kicked back online and I shoved its large arm away and began to run.

The fear and adrenaline made me run like a bat out of hell as I made a beeline towards my apartment building. Throughout the time span I was running, I took a quick glance behind me and saw that thing pursuing me. For the split second I saw it, I could've sworn I saw four spider-esc legs coming out of its back. Seeing that gave me another rush of adrenaline, which caused me to run faster than I ever thought possible. All the while, I could hear it shouting at me. "YOU WON'T GET AWAY FROM ME, YOU PATHETIC HUMAN-WORM BABY!" it shrieked. I just ignored its insane ravings and continued running. Eventually, I saw my apartment complex in the distance. With one last push of adrenaline, I bolted up the stairs to the complex and reaches my apartment. I bolted in and slammed the door behind me, locking the deadbolt and door chain as to prevent anyone from breaking down the door. After looking through the peephole to make sure that horrid creature wasn't following me, I breathed a sigh of relief and crashed on the couch.

I lay there on the couch for the remainder of the night, mindlessly watching TV. After what I had just witnessed, I wouldn't be sleeping a wink that night. My little Chihuahua named Taco noticed that I was looking distressed and forlorn, and hopped up onto the couch to snuggle with me. He seemed to sympathize with me, even if he was unaware of what just happened to me. Stroking the little guy's back helped me calm down just a little, but it didn't shake away the trauma of losing Samuel. I contemplated whether or not I could've saved my best friend, but then I thought about how that horrible alien picked him up and swallowed him so effortlessly. Taking that into consideration, it might've eaten us both if I tried to play the hero.

I decided to write this down as I figured it would help me cope with what I saw. I have considered talking to a therapist about what I saw, but I came to the conclusion that telling anyone about that creature would be a one-way ticket to a padded cell. Whatever that thing was, I knew that it didn't belong here on Earth. It had to be from a some creepy, distant planet in which no creature had even a shred of humanity. Taking all that into account, I have been wondering about something: What species of alien was is?