XIbalba's Restaurant
"Aaaaaahh!!" "Look out!" "Oh god, oh no!"
Screams pierced inside the restaurant. Tables were thrown, people tried to run, and plates broke as the bestial creatures tore out of the windows and lunged at the people. A feral beast leapt at Joseph and began to bite at his throat, but it didn't stop there. It gnawed and bit and shook his head, digging deep into his spine...
Suddenly the maw closed shut on his thigh painfully. Teeth and roots began to crawl in Joseph's flesh.teeth and roots began to crawl in Joseph's flesh. And then another bite. And another. It only seemed to grow more intense, more desperate, more noisy. But this was strange, after the initial panic the rest turned oddly quiet. Was it the sound of the animal drowning the rest away? No, why were there so many bites all around Joseph? Why was everything quiet so quickly?
And before long he would understand that the wolve's sole appetite was found in the boy. The moment he turned the flora of Xibalba against it, it lashed out at the boy without mercy, and just kept biting it over and over again. The scared people just watched in horror, quiet, but oddly enough no one left or tried to help the boy. Until a voice cut through the silence of the feral feast.
"Praise our savior! Praise our savior!"
"Praise our savior! Praise our savior!" "Praise our savior! Praise our savior!"
"Praise our savior! Praise our savior!" "Praise our savior! Praise our savior!" "Praise our savior! Praise our savior!"
Soon the entire crowd cheered in relief, offering praises and song to the one who saved them from this painful death. Meanwhile, the man who guided Joseph just looked down on him. The last thing Joseph would see was his sad expression. Soon, the creatures raised so carelessly would burrow into his body and merge with him. Flesh would turn into leaves, bone would meld with roots, and a splendid tree would decorate the centre of the restaurant, bringing much joy to all. Unable to move, struggle, or even object, soon the bundle of roots would stop thinking.
Until it began to rot.