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It was 3 am on a Friday, and Joe was hungry, starving how he would describe it. His head wrapped around the corner of the hallway, checking to see if anyone else was awake. He sighed in relief as he guided his feet down the stairs.
Once Joe had reached the kitchen, he delicately opened the freezer, scanning over the frozen foods…his eyes locked onto…her and her glorious red box.
Joe had reached his hand down to the box, gently caressing the corner. He took the box out of the freezer, shutting it softly. He smiled, glaring into her hot pocket eyes.
His slender fingers reached into the delicate folds of cardboard, tearing her open without a second thought.
He extended his hand into her, taking the hot pocket out with a gentle touch. His drool seeped down as his hand slowly pulled the plastic covering off. His stomach grumbled loudly, seeing her free from the restraints called “Plastic”
Joe stuck the hot pocket into the microwave, setting the cooking time to a minute…He stared at her for a second before he put the box away, saving the rest for later ;)
His eyes glared at the clock watching the time slowly reach zero, hearing the beep..he knew she was ready. He rapidly swung the microwave door open, ripping it off the plate as he ran swiftly upstairs with a tight grip.
When he reached his bedroom door, he opened the door slowly not wanting the creaking to wake Sara up. Walking towards his bed, where he plopped down glaring his tired eyes at the scrumptious snack in front of him. He licked his lips, looking at her curves.
He slowly brought the hot pocket to his chapped lips, reluctantly kissing the tender crunchy breading around her gooey insides. He pulled his head back away from it. Looking at it mischievously. He licked his lips once more to taste her wicked flavor. The taste of cheese lingered on his tongue. He needed more…He wanted more..he found his lips back on the hot pocket, taking a soft, slow, steady bite into her flesh.
When the connection broke, and he hauled his head away, a string of cheese and sauce laid on his crusty lips. He groaned in excitement hungry for more of this erotic taste she was explicating to him…when his teeth dug into the hot pockets of skin, he went savage leaving no mercy for her. He ate her slowly, feeling her slowly diminish in his hands. God was she tasteful…
Joe closed his eyes, savoring her taste in his mouth. Swishing the flavor around his taste buds. He went to take another bite before realizing she was gone…She (The love of his life) vanished in his arms leaving him crushed. When his eyes opened, he felt his heart shatter in a million pieces.
His red wine-colored eyes fill up with tears, covering his mouth as he hunched over sobbing
Sara happened to wake up due to his loud wails. She rubbed her eyes, mumbling incoherently.
She looked up at Joe frowning softly. “Mmm.. what's wrong Joe?..” she mumbled, placing her hand over his trembling back. Joe shook his head bursting into a crying fit. His cries echoed throughout the hallways of his home.
Sara sat up, gently leaning onto his shoulder.
Her hand grazed down his spine, rubbing her hands in circles, Joe slowly turned his pale face over to her, shaking his head in disbelief. “I…I killed her..” His words were quiet but Sara could hear the sound of a faint hint of fear escaping from his throat. “What?...what are you talking about?..did you have that bad dream again Joe?..”
Joe’s head croaked over to her, He fell off his bed screaming terrified. “WAHH!!..S..Sara?!” He kicked his feet as ‘Sara’ approached his weak body, getting closer to him by the second…
Sara’s body slowly morphed into a weird figure. His eyes widened, and his words were unable to form into a sentence. He watched her shapeshift into the hot pocket he had just eaten. He rambled quietly to himself slowly moving his body up onto his knees.
“..i.. I'm so…I'm so sorry I ate you..please..” his lips trembled terrified as the hot pocket waltzed closer to him.
The hot pocket’s phantom hand snatched him by his throat. Obstructing his airway quickly. Joe wheezed, coughing violently against her now cold body.
Tears trickled down his cheek as he flared up, and his eyes wandered down to the hot pockets' fierce glare. His hands trembled as he grabbed onto her hands, scratching as her grip tightened.
It was just another dream
His eyes came to a foggy haze, and he sat up as he stared down into his lap. Sara lied beside him, sleeping pretty tranquil. he swung his legs over the side of his bed looking down at the floor.
The crumbs from last night stained onto his dirty floor. He could feel his heartache. His eyes were red prior to his crying
Sara had just woken up right as Joe stood up, she grabbed his hand pulling him back down to the bed and hugging him softly.
He finally broke, weeping silently, holding her close to his body, his back fluctuating as he sobbed into her orange hair.
Her hand caressed his cheek. She sulked seeing his odd behavior. Joe typically wakes up in a good mood, Sara seeing him like this strikes her as odd…She opened her mouth to say something, but quickly shut it when Joe interrupted her.
“..h..hot pocket?..” he looked down at her with a sad expression, he looked like he had witnessed death the way his eyes glistened
Sara pushed her lips into a thin line moving herself purposefully away from him, she knew about Joe’s wild dreams she was just tired of hearing them. It was insane to her, his addiction to hot pockets had to stop…If he didn’t stop she would have to make him stop forcefully. Without question she pushed herself up, sliding off his bed.
His eyes curiously watched her, his mind wondering what she was up to. Like a lost dog, he stood up, grabbing onto the back of her shirt. Following her close behind.
She paid no attention to his shenanigans as she thought to herself. ‘he’s a seventeen-year-old high school boy. It’s time he grows up from his sick fantasies. She walked down the steps making her way down to his kitchen.
He saw her get close to the freezer and his heart stopped…she was gonna take away something that was his. Something he couldn’t live without. Defensively he jumped in front of the fridge, blocking it with his body.
Sara let out a frustrated sigh, as her hands pushed against his body. “Joe!..stop it!..it’s time to get rid of those damn hot pockets!?..” she growled lowly hitting him in his stomach
Joe let out a big groan as he fell to the ground, his arm wrapped around his stomach holding himself tightly. “..p..please…I can’t!?..”
“oh yes you can!..” she snapped, opening the freezer up to see the opened box of hot pockets. she picked them up, flipping them onto their back seeing the expiration date “..these are expired!?…they expired four years ago buddy..h..huh Joe..there’s mold?..on the box.”
She gagged, holding onto the hot pocket’s box by its corner.
His hand weakly raised up, wanting to grab the box back into his possession. Sara pulled the box away from his grasp, throwing it into the garbage bin.
Joe gasped quickly, He rose to his knees digging his hand into the trash
She let out an audible noise of disgust, smacking his hand away “..That’s disgusting…Don’t go digging your hands in trash cans!?.. Aughh! I’ll buy you a new box later, okay?..”
His face glistened happily as he nodded. He hugged her tightly, feeling a warm embrace coming off of her, his head resting amongst her chest. He could feel Sara's hand softly rubbing his head. He glanced up at her with a playful smile.
Without having Sara notice His hand snaked behind her body, slowly reaching into the metal trash can. His hand crept down taking a frozen hot pocket out of the packaging. Sara heard the plastic crinkle but she paid no attention as she held him tighter. behind her back he licked the length of the hot pocket, making himself shudder.
Sara snapped her head back, seeing Joe’s tongue sticking to the frosty bread. “Huh! Joe?!..” she yelped, grabbing onto the other end of the hot pocket. “Let go!..” she tugged harshly ripping it out of his hands
He growled lowly, fighting back to win his lover. He bit into Sara’s arm causing her to drop the hot pocket. Joe swept the hot pocket into his arms, cradling her like a baby as he got up onto his feet. He puckered his lips, kissing the sweet, frozen, tender hot pocket that was slowly thawing out in his hands.
Sara cried frightened, holding tightly onto her bloody arm. She stares at Joe who has gone savage…She can see his mouth begin to foam at a rapid pace…Some may say it’s rabies other people like Sara would believe…It was his addiction getting the best of him.
Joe can be seen getting on all fours, growling, and barking at Sara. His head lifted howling loudly. He shoved the hot pocket into his mouth before galloping far away from her. initially running away from his once called home to be eloped to his now wife. (hot pocket)