Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 191. |¨’

I imagined the last time I saw Henry, inside the prison, in that messed-up couple room for prisoners, where I got my tattoos.

I flipped the coin.

"Henry, I need you. Help me, I am scared as hell. Come to me."

I closed my eyes and made the ’catching motion’, yet it was interrupted when my hand met a warm arm. I opened my eyes and found blue eyes staring down at me. He was clothed in a dark camouflage outfit, looking exactly how I saw him the last time.

"Henry!" I nearly choked on my emotions as my legs gave way and I gripped his wrist. I am so relieved, so fucking relieved.

As long as he was by my side, we could brainstorm together, and Henry would not be in danger if I put him away when the giant arrived. But most importantly, I wasn’t all alone anymore on this suicide mission.

But...this dumb dog would have long since hugged me into suffocation, or at least helped me up?

I forced myself to stand again and looked into Henry’s eyes.

"Henry?" There was no reaction; he just looked down at me.

I waved my hand in front of his eyes, yet he continued to stare down at me, not even blinking.

"Why?" I asked, feeling close, very close, to a mental breakdown.

Ah.

"Can’t bring your soul, can I?" I asked him. This was just a snapshot of the scene when he came to visit me.

"That would have been too much of a cheat code, wouldn’t it?" I pressed my palms against my eyes in an attempt to not cry again.

"Fuck." I put my hands down and watched him. Touching his hand, he felt so damn warm.

I hugged that guy tightly in an attempt to keep me warm and waited until he would disappear again.

When the ten minutes were up, he just vanished into thin air, and I stumbled to the ground.

Hadn’t noticed that I was leaning on him and that it was he who held me in place.

I started crying and just breathed in the ashes, suppressing the reflex to cough because I felt too weak to go through with it, and eventually, I passed out.

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I felt fucking well-rested and fucking hungry when I woke up. Additionally, I got my rescheduled coughing fit and nearly died while having it.

It was so damn cold, so I conjured up Henry and pushed him to the ground, laying on him and hugging him to drain his warmth.

He even had a heartbeat; it was fucking hilarious.

"What can I do? What can I do? Do you have an anatomy book or something?" I asked him.

No, I needed a corpse. I could go with the bald guy my grandmother killed with her stick. His corpse was fresh because he wasn’t shot by me.

Henry disappeared a bit later, and I crashed to the ground, getting another mouthful of ashes. After rinsing my mouth with alcohol, I lay on the ground in doubt.

Is it really necessary to fight? I really don’t even want to look at that thing.

The giant inflicted such a strong fear and aversion inside me—I mean, it’s a giant. That wasn’t just some monster; it was uncanny valley-like.

It was just wrong—an existence like the deer monster, but the giant was a whole lot worse.

He was an existence that should never have come into existence, no matter in what world. Even the deer monster felt more natural.

I don’t know what the giant is or how he came to be, but I can feel with every fiber of my body that he.... I don’t know. Wrong, fucking wrong.

Damn.

Maybe it would be better to just shoot myself the moment he arrived. It would be over; the fighting would finally end.

Snapshot-Henry had warmed me, but my body got cold again, caught between hope and fear.

As I raised myself to sit down, I conjured up some food and something to drink, then waited a bit while smoking.

Then I dug a few holes in the ground.

This time I knew I would not find anything that would save my life.

"You already have the tools that will save you." I told myself.

"Old enough to run~" The higher tones I didn’t bring out, but nobody could hear me anyway.

"Old enough to hold a gun~"

I dug the pits and holes in an orderly fashion after the original teeth, and when I was finished, I got myself something to eat again, looking at my battlefield ahead.

Luckily, the compressed ash was similar to earth.

I pushed the question of what to do after I would get swallowed by the giant to the side.

After I finished eating, I warmed myself up and sprang into the pit I would first land in. Right row, bottom. Ahead and right. Hole in the upper molar. Stand straight and look up. Wait.

It will come down and enclose you. Don’t be scared. Wait. Let yourself be moved with the motion of the giant grinding his teeth; try to regain your footing before the upper row goes up—wait.

I made chewing motions while I grabbed my bottom jaw.

It moves.

When I chew, my bottom jaw moves, not the upper jaw. Why hadn’t I noticed that?

"FUCK!" That means I can’t stand still for the hole to come down on me.

It means I will fall each time that thing moves to chew.

It’s not the upper jaw that moves; the bottom one does.

"DAMN IT!" Why didn’t I notice this in my dream? Why didn’t something so obvious come to my mind?

THE REASON WAS THAT I HAD DIED WITH THE FIRST CHEW AND THAT MY REMAINS CONSTANTLY STUCK IN WHATEVER TOOTH I WAS PRESSED. It gave the impression that not I was moving, but the upper jaw was. Additionally, I was scared to death, staring at those massive teeth that seemingly came down on me with absolute horror.

I sat down inside the pit I had dug for myself and looked into the emptiness.

"This isn’t working."

I focused on the coin in my mind and saw that there was an additional line. The first one was a long vertical line, the next a horizontal one at the top right, and now a very short vertical line at the right end of the horizontal line.

It reminded me of something, but I couldn’t grasp it.

"What the hell is this?" I asked.

I conjured Henry up and used him as a warm chair inside the pit.

"Now I will not only have to run and jump but also to run, jump, and CLIMB while the ’floor’ will tilt to the side. I don’t know if I can figure out how to teleport at such a pro level until the giant comes; I would have preferred to use my body, do you understand?" I played with his fingers.

"Okay, let’s say I fall on the tongue and get pushed to the right side. I teleport back to the tongue. Do you think this will be enough? Or will the tongue push me back to the right side? Or will I be directly pushed to the left side? I hate teeth; I hate fucking teeth so much that I want to rip out each one of the giant’s teeth. What about your teeth?" I turned around and grabbed his jaw, forcing it open.

"You have good teeth. If you were a horse, I’d buy you." I nodded in satisfaction.

"But I hate teeth now, so I’d rather buy a toothless horse." I turned back in dissatisfaction and leaned on him; he would soon disappear again, but we had a few more minutes at least.

"I fall on the tongue, get pushed to the right. I could teleport further to the right to the cheek pouch, but I’m scared the tongue will come after me, and I think I remember that there is saliva. It isn’t easy to swim in saliva; it isn’t like water." I took his palm and lightly bit into the spot near his thumb, trying to calm down; the crazy need to talk again was coming back.

"Tongue, pushed right, teleport left. Let’s say I then get directly thrown to the left side. If I am not in shambles and don’t somehow get stuck to the teeth, where do I fall if I am thrown down when the bottom jaw tilts down? No, am I even thinking in the right direction?"

Henry disappeared, and I stood up, conjuring him again. I bit into his palm for some time before I continued.

"If I use the knife and ram it into the tongue, to use it like a hook, can’t I wait until the tongue moves and then let go if I get a chance to be thrown in the direction of the throat?"

I bit into his palm again, this time harder.

"Answer."

There was only silence, and I closed my eyes in pain.

"Tell me what I should do; I don’t know." I whispered into his palm.