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(EPILOGUE)
-diary of a nathan kid
i hate my life.
recently i’ve been having dreams about my friend pickles
hungry
so hungry..
he makes me hungry
not in like a horny way like a cool cannibalistic way
sometimes i come into his room at night *wobbling* and drool all over his face because i hate him
i know. that’s fucked up
like it’s so badass that i do that
it’s so metal
it’s brutal
signed, wimpy explosion.
(4:30AM, September 17th 2009)
“…”
“i’m so hungry…”
He said in his deep raspy chain-smoker-ass voice.
It’s been 7 restless hours, all alone in the depths of his pitch black KILLER room.
He can’t sleep. It’s only because of one thing.
Or, one person.
(not in a horny way)
“Hungry…”
These delusions, or hallucinations, have been getting increasingly worse.
Ever since Nathan first dreamt about eating his hospitalized and now dead girlfriend alive he couldn’t stop thinking about consuming human flesh.
Nathan solemnly wiggles out of his bed, in a daze. Much like a butterfly coming out of a ripe slimy cocoon.
“Nnsg gh.. Hunrgy…”
He groggled, famished beyond belief.
“Just one taste..”
The moment he steps onto the cold tiles, he falls straight onto his face, fracturing his nose in the process
“YEEEOUCH!” He yelped.
(he’s sleepwalking by the way)
“fuck. my nose”
it hurt. but he’s still yearning for a little treat, so he keeps going.
Now practically drooling, he’s got a taste for the midnight munchies.
“I could go for a bite right about now”
His stomach growls and gurgles ferociously.
“pickles…Yum…(not for that dick doe it’s like an evil immoral thing. it’s not like porn)”
He can’t keep waiting any longer.
(POV PICKLES)
Laying NOT awake in his dull lit room, he snores peacefully like a newborn in it’s mothers arms.
“wow i’m having so much fun snog- i mean snoozing right now. i sure hope uhh. no one err. come in here and eats my insides.”
He says, doing his best impression of john f kennedy from clone high.
It’s ironic, honestly, because it’s been ages since he got such good sleep. If it were to be disrupted…
suddenly, there’s a loud knocking at the dethdoor.
“eh”
Pickles rolls out of bed, literally, like he rolls off the side like a cylindrical statue and falls flat on his face.
“eugh…owie”
He crawls to the door, his legs now paralyzed. From the fall. Which was only about a foot.
“Whooerr… whoo is it”
A familiar horrid tone of a voice comes from the other end.
“it’s me, nathan. Im hungry.”
He was already paralyzed, but now, he’s like, even more paralyzed, but with fear, yknow.
“ehhhh… ohkay? Ask offdensen to make u a sneck.”
“No. You. Snack”
“eh”
“I want you”
“… wait a minute”
“no like. like i’m gonna eat you”
“I’m not cool like dat nathan yknow i don’t do guys”
“NO no like cannibalism brutality”
Nathan morphed through the door, like those ai generated ads that don’t know how to shape the foods right n shit.
“Nathan what are you doing in my room. get out?”
“Hungry..”
to be continued