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When Ash was little, when he still lived under the grim thumb of Cape Cod, he would pass a slaughterhouse on his way to school. See the truck loads of pigs hover towards the gates in that damned janky truck and never be seen again. Sometimes if you were walking by foot, in little red rain boots which tiptoed across the puddles- you could hear the gunshots go off. Sharp and fatal. He remembers falling back onto his butt in terror one time and running back bawling to Griff. When those memories occasionally whisper his noggin- Ash would tell you that he swears he heard the pigs scream before the shots. That they screamed- harsh and wailing like stars exploding in a black hole or like a kid being ringed through hell.
(Also this is not a anti meat eating thing- i eat a unholy amount of chicken- i’m just drawing from my own experiences living in a area similar to where Ash grew up and wrote about how I think it would have affected him considering what he’s gone through. Also warnings for slight horror themes as I cannot seem to write one thing without some horror aspect to it lol but it’s not a lot just mentions of like slaughterhouses and stuff)