Rachel was standing in the kitchen, holding an apple by the stem at arm’s length, as though equally afraid of going near it and letting it out of her sight. Scott could see that she’d taken a bite out of the side facing him, but other than that it looked pretty much like any other apple—and Scott should know; he swore he saw more apples every day than the average person would in a lifetime.
“What is it?” he asked, lost.
Silently, Rachel turned the stem of the apple in her fingers, causing the apple to rotate so that the bite mark was facing Rachel and the other side turned towards Scott.
“I don’t get it.” There appeared to be a scratch on this side, but it still looked like an ordinary apple.
As Scott watched, the scratch on the apple… grew? That shouldn’t be possible, but as he stared for a bit longer, he decided that yes, it was definitely getting bigger. No, it was… opening. It was opening like a mouth, complete with what appeared to be sharp teeth.
“Okay,” Scott said, taking an involuntary step back. “I get it.”
“What is it?” Rachel wondered. “Why’s it doing that?”
Scott shrugged. “Your guess is as good as mine.”
“It gave me this!” Rachel said indignantly, holding up the hand that wasn’t grasping the stem of the apple in order to reveal a cut on her finger that wasn’t too big, but must have been deeper than it looked, since blood had begun to drip down towards her palm. “I was just trying to eat an apple, and it… it’s…”
Low key eating you back?
“Low key?” Rachel repeated. “Look at its teeth.”
“What do we do?” Scott asked. “Are any other like that?”
“Not that I know of,” Rachel replied. “But we should probably check the rest of these just to be safe.” She indicated the box of apples that the one she was holding had come from. Scott nodded in agreement, and she turned back to him before asking, “Do you think you can despawn apples?”