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You'd like that, wouldn't you?
It's not like anyone's going to miss you. Oh, sure, maybe Pomni's going to make a big deal out of it (she somehow tricked herself into thinking you two were friends!) but she'll get over it. Everyone gets over it eventually.
It's not like you haven't thought about it, lying in the dark of your room staring at the backs of pictures turned to face the wall. Thinking about the same things over and over gets boring. You might as well think something else.
Like how your own gut twists at the thought of being swallowed. Sliding down someone's esophagus, settling snugly into their stomach. All warm and nice and quiet blessedly quiet as the acid slowly but surely melts you down to nothing.
Oh, yeah, you bet you'd looove it. The inside of the stomach probably smells like shit. Acrid, like bile rising in the back of your own throat. And who's to say you won't be puked out before it's done?
Maybe something... bloodier. No real flesh and blood in the digital circus, but you could figure something out, something real and not just the faint buzz of static.
Teeth ripping your flesh into ribbons. Tearing into you, tearing you into nothing but another pile of meat. You hope whoever eats it chokes. You hope you're too tough. You're going to put up a fight, obviously, you're not going down easy. You're going to make it hurt. They have to really want it, right? They have to rip your throat out before they can even think of swallowing you. Then, even if they decide they can't stomach the rest of you, you can bleed out in peace.
... What a joke. Anyways, it's not like anyone would go through all that effort for you.