Lop Lop

Slowly. Surely. Completely. The eating will be done. It is happening even as you read this and will be complete before you are ready. You will feel nothing at first as the outer layers are gnawed away. But, soon, the steady working of sharp fangs, driven by horrible, strong jaws and a terrible, horrible hunger. Until it is all gone and there is no more. Just emptiness and an unfathomable fear. It is the Lop Lop. A silly name for that which is most dreaded.