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I want to eat you like Candy, call me Hannibal because your Eyes are something I want to eat.
Your Delicious limbs serve as an appetizer for me to feast on with your heart serving as the main course.
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" That should be it. I need to toss the leftovers in the basement for later." You hum thoughtfully, after tossing the head into the now bloody bag. You soon started to whistle as you walked down your hallway. Towards your basement. You were soon startled when knocking occurred.
Letting out a irritated sigh, you quickly place the Bag on the stairs of The basement. Closing the door and locking it, You made your way over to the door and opened it.
"Good morning, Neighbor!" The Ear-grinding voice that belonged to the one and only, Wally Darling.
That Cocky bastard....
"Good morning to You too, Wally. " You repiled back, forcing a smile on your face as you faced the yellow-faced puppet. "So, what's the occasion. "
"My, My....why the formalities? You act like we are strangers or something!"
Because we ARE. You only knew him for a week and always avoid him. Like you did to everyone else in this stupid neighborhood. You were not trying to get caught and risk going to jail or the equivalent to that.
"Haha...Right..."
"Besides, it wouldn't hurt if we just....hung out? I mean your always stuck in this stuffy house!" And with that. He causally just stepped in like he owned the place! Unbelievable.
You were already bristling but kept your cool. You weren't good with Your temper. Even when you were created you were always Hot tempered. You didn't know where did that trait even come from. It doesn't make sense. I mean who would want a hot tempered puppet on the set anyways? But you didn't know what role you were going to have in the first place. For all you knew. You probably were going to be a secondary, background or a Antagonist character.
However you always had a feeling your role was more bigger than that. You just couldn't pinpoint it.
Anyways. Snapping back to reality. You peered up at Darling, whom seemed to be making himself right at home. Sitting on your couch and staring at you patiently.
Still. You couldn't kick him out now, it would leave a bad impression or even worse, make him suspicious of you. I mean, hopefully being avoidant of everyone isn't too suspicious. After all Frank probably does it too.
Sighing, you walked over to the couch and sat with him. Looking over your shoulder to find him still looking at you. "What?" You spoke up. Your stomach turning. Wally, whom was still staring, purely just kept smiling.
"Nothing." He replied back.
You raise an eyebrow. Suspicion evident in your facial Expression. "Want a Snack, Dear?" You cringe mentally at the use of that pet name. "That would be excellent, Darling. Ha. Ha." You got off of your butt and head towards the kitchen. You scavenged through your fridge, finding a cupcake that was sitting in your cooking tray, additionally there was other cupcakes in it as well, untouched. Hopefully, Wally liked cupcakes. You made a grab for it, once again feeling as if someone staring at you. Not wanting to freak out with him inside, You quickly grabbed the cupcake and shut the refrigerator.
You almost lost it when you saw wally in your kitchen, still smiling. You gulped and handed him the cupcake, feeling your hands tremble. "H-here you go, Suga' " As your hands made contact, it felt as if there was some force hold your hand there. What was happening?.
"Thank you, Dearest." Then Wally took the cupcake out of your hand. Finally the force was gone and you could feel your hand again. You immediately retracted and placed your hands behind your back. "No problem."
There was an awkward pause in the air. Mainly from you. Wally seemed to be staring at the cupcake and Blinked. You nearly jumped when he spoke. "This tastes delicious. What did you make with this?" He finally turned his head at you. Something primal awoke inside you. When it came to the topic of What was inside your food. It was pride and gluttony.
Pride at the fact you managed to keep this secret of yours for so long AND the best part you were serving Customers human meat without them knowing! Oh how what a despicable puppet you were. You were filthy and you loved it!
Gluttony at how yummy humans taste! I mean, Their screams as you drove a knife through their throats. The way the meat hits the spot just right If cooked right, sometimes you got morbid thoughts about how YOU tasted!
Unknown to You, while you were daydreaming. You felt your mouth water.....Those sad, pathetic Flesh of meat. So dumb yet so tasty. What an unlikely combo. Wait, you shouldn't be doing this infront of someone! Especially not to Wally! You quickly snapped out of it. Wiping the drool off and gave a Friendly smile to him.
Of course he was still smiling, however you could still detect a new emotion in his smile. "Its made out of the usual, Batter. Food coloring. Sugar, Y'know nothing special, Dear." You answered. Wally hummed. Seemingly satisfied with that answer.
For the rest of the day, Wally stuck at your house until it was time for him to go. When he left. You shut the door and slid down, letting out a sigh of relief.
What was wrong with you?
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Psst! The letters at the top of the chapter are important! It's a secret word you will piece out the more chapters there are! :)