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Duck Guy, like any other normal day in the morning, was ready to his famous routine that went the same way as always. Feeling the warmth of the sun on their skin when opening the windows of their room, reading the news in the newspaper even though no one else lived besides them, having a simple breakfast with their two housemates and then taking a well-deserved refreshing bath. He did this routine almost religiously every day they were there and what a great surprise he got when it was altered by something unforeseen.
Duck Guy came to the kitchen so he could eat breakfast. He just made himself a simple peanut butter sandwich. He sat next to Yellow Guy on the dinner table, but noticed that Red Guy was not around. He simply thought that he was probably still sleeping so he didn't give it much thought and started eating.
After a few minutes he had already finished his breakfast. Looking at the time it seemed like it was time to go wash the dishes. Yellow Guy just stayed at the table painting a coloring book to pass the time. Duck Guy without thinking much went to the room to look for some things for his bath and also check if Red Guy was there.
Once in their room he noticed that Red Guy was not sleeping there as he thought. Although that didn't have to matter to him, it was probably related to the strange things that happen to them every day. He was going to be fine anywhere he was. Now he only cared that his bath time had already arrived.
He had already done the rest of his morning routine, wasn't something special, but for duck was like he worked at the most exhausting job all day. He grabbed a towel and started heading to the bathroom as usual. Having all kinds of things in hand to make the experience a thousand times more pleasant.
He arrived at the door. The problem is that when he arrived he noticed that it was closed. It seemed quite strange to him since he was always the first one to take a morning bath.
He turned to see if Yellow Guy was the one who had entered, but noticed that the kid was still with his coloring book. He tried to wrestle the door and noticed that it was not fully closed so he took a quick look to see who was inside.
When he looked out he saw that the one inside was Red Guy, he was simply brushing his teeth apparently. It wasn't very strange that he did that, the strange thing was that he was first. They are supposed to always follow the same order, Duck Guy, Yellow Guy and lastly Red Guy. Everybody knows! Maybe it's not written anywhere and no one has said it but... it doesn't matter, he was breaking the rules and he would have them respected.
He looked inward again to see if it was a good time to jump to attack. Although when he did that he noticed something that caused him tremendous curiosity. Near Red Guy were large pieces of meat and it looked as if he was eating them. Paying more attention to what type of meat it was, he noticed that it was raw and seemed to come from a human.
Among that vomiting scene something else that he managed to highlight. There was another thing, Red Guy's teeth, which fiercely tore off pieces of meat so he could eat it. He had never stopped to take a good look at his mouth, it was normally covered by all that giant's hair.
Taking advantage of the situation at once, he stopped to see what his mouth was like. Especially his protruding teeth. His mouth was huge, grotesque and monstrous, having countless teeth exposed as if it were nothing. He could easily rip off your arm with a single simple bite where he wouldn't even have to use all of his strength.
Back again at the main problem, why there's meat. He didn't have the slightest idea where he could have gotten that meat or why he found himself eating it in the first place. It was an extremely disgusting scene.
Duck Guy couldn't help but feel a pit in his stomach when he thought about that fact. Who didn't assure him that Red Guy didn't have some kind of dark secret. Where is he supposed to get that meat from? Maybe he killed someone to get it.
What didn't promise him that maybe, if he ended up with that person, he wouldn't end up with him or Yellow Guy too. Duck Guy may have been very paranoid about two things that weren't necessarily related, but the possibility was there and that was more than enough to overwhelm him.
In the past Yellow Guy managed to eat him whole. The poor boy was not conscious, but he does not deny that this fact was there. Red Guy could easily at any moment just grab him and devour him. He was huge so he would have no way to escape and no one to really protect him. What was he supposed to do, was confronting him even an option? It's not like by confronting him he could do much besides try to make him feel bad. Although if he could even feel the slightest bit of remorse he wouldn't be doing it in the first place.
After a few minutes he didn't realize that Red Guy had already finished eating and that he was already leaving the bathroom. Not a speck of skin or blood remained, it was as if nothing had ever happened.
Duck guy tried to get out of the hallway quickly so him wouldn't notice that he was standing there all that time watching. Unfortunately before he could make a move Red Guy had already seen him. It was already too late and he couldn't do anything but look at his friend in an attempt to play dumb.
"What are you doing here?" Red Guy asked in his always monotone voice as he watched him waiting for an answer.
"Oh I just-" Duck Guy started looking around paranoidly searching for any excuse other than he just stood there watching him. He managed to see some lint that was lying on the floor and quickly bent down to pick it up. "I was just counting how many pieces of lint there were in the house, see?" Duck Guy bent down again and picked up other pieces of fluff that were on the floor.
"Here's one, two, three-"
"Why you would like to know how much fluff there is in the house"
"Well to know... To know that we have all our things and that no one is stealing from us, fool!" Duck Guy couldn't hide his alarm very well anymore and just wanted to get out of that situation as soon as possible, even if it meant saying something stupid.
"Why would anyone steal some fluff?" he said in a somewhat confused tone
"Well, oh, why am I wasting my time trying to explain to a mongoloid like you, get out of my way!" Duck Guy said as if he had said the smartest thing in history, although himself didn't know exactly what he was doing.
"What the hell are you talking about, are you okay?" Red Guy stood next to him as he had a confused expression, at least with what little he could express on his face.
The only thing Duck Guy knew was that he wanted to get out of there. He pushed Red Guy aside and entered the bathroom as his only way out.
He turned on the shower to pretend that he was bathing, although the truth is he didn't know if he would be able to, knowing that not more than a few minutes ago the bathroom was all covered in flesh and blood.
Red Guy just watched the door slam shut, seeing how nothing he said made any sense. Apart from that he noticed that the duck was scared in a certain way, as if he had seen something horrible. How long he stood outside the bathroom or if he was watching him were questions that bounced around in his head non-stop, but if Duck Guy didn't tell him anything it's because he didn't see anything.
At least that's what he wants to think. It wouldn't be very nice to have to explain to his friend why he was eating a recently dead body of a person. It's best to just play dumb, maybe he was just paranoid for fear of being discovered.
He took one last look at the seriousness of the situation and took a deep breath. He left there and headed to the kitchen to be with Yellow Guy, other than pretending that nothing had happened.
Instead Duck Guy stayed locked in the bathroom for a long time. Having the anxiety of knowing that there was a recently dead body there. He tried to do everything he could to try to forget the subject, unfortunately he couldn't.
The images of his friend chewing every area of that flesh kept coming back to him, like a kind of warning cry that he should flee as soon as possible. Maybe that was the fate that awaited him from the most unexpected person.
He could do nothing but wonder how long he had been doing it or what motivated him to carry out such an atrocity. What pleasure it was to see him take someone's life and devour it as if it were an animal.
Although another doubt very present in the recesses of his mind was why he found it so attractive...