out of the sun and into the oven | Glowfic Constellation

It’s hot, it’s so hot.

The leather is hot, the air is hot, the metal is hot.

She thinks she might be bleeding, but she can’t tell anymore. She’s too woozy, she can’t feel her legs. There’s something strobing blinking somewhere, a light pulsing behind her eyes.

Her lips hurt, everything tastes like iron. She’s sure that her skin has started to bubble, that she’s baking into leather and metal and that her muscles are rising out of her skin and that she’s bloating up fluffy into some kind of meaty pastry. Throb puff throb puff throb puff.

She’s baking. That’s it. That must be it. How long has she been baking here, an hour, a day, a hundred years? She’s baking and something is blinking and throbbing and she feels so so weak.

It smells like gingerbread and fresh cotton and hot metal against skin. Everything is white and red and wriggling up against her soul, squeezing and wriggling and

"Don’t you want to live?" Asks the thing in the oven.

She must be dreaming. It feels distant, like staring out at the stars.

"You don’t have a lot of time, ya’know. Aren’t you afraid of becoming nothing? Doesn’t that terrify you? Don’t you want to live?" Asks the thing in the oven.

She does.

"Ok ok! Hear me out then, here’s my offer. All I need is your name and your face, and then in exchange you get to live!" Says the thing in the oven.

Wouldn’t she be ugly, without a face?

"Gosh, don’t be such a glutton. You can be pretty or you can be smart, ya’know? I guess I can make you pretty instead of smart, since you’re so vain like that." Says the thing in the oven.

It’s

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