When one doesn't live to see it happen.

Out of nowhere, a random voice cries out three distinct words. Three familiar words that you quickly decipher as the three words you never wanted to hear again. For they were the words that had haunted your dreams for the past eight years. The words that brought with them a time of turmoil and anguish. A time that took away your very first pet. A time that was all your fault do to your own idiocy at not heeding the warnings that came from those more experienced. A time of fear.

"hey Coolaid!"

From out of the wall to your right, an explosion of dust and debris fills your vision. As a large pitcher with arms legs and full to the brim with a red liquid, now stood before you and your new friend Rhijin. Who impressively enough, seemed quite calm despite the commotion that had just occurred right next to him.

"oh yeah!" cried the thing in a deep voice. As it gave a smile with a mouth and eyes that seemed to be drawn on the glass of the pitcher with nothing but a black marker.

"No...N-no you were dead! I killed you!" you scream, already at the beginnings of hysteria.

The Coolaid guy simply shook his head, "you can't kill cool kid. Now how about we finish what you started?"

Rhijin quickly steps defensively in front of you, "Over my dead body, now why don't you take your little packets of juice dust and scram!"

To this the giant pitcher seems to look surprised, "huh well if you insist..."

In a blink, you see Rhijin's legs fall to the floor, as his upper torso begins to recede into the mouth of the giant drink mascot. The muffled screams are all you get as a last goodbye while the Coolaid guy finishes his meal with one last mighty crunch before swallowing.

"Well kid it sure was nice to catch up on old times like this but... time to pay the piper!"

Screaming you watch helplessly as the giant pitcher expands its mouth to unreasonable proportions and proceeds to lash out a prehensile tongue that latches to your legs as you try and scramble away. Slowly beginning to drag you in.

What do you do now?

Written by Coca-Cola

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