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Mint Choco started drifting again. His stomach curled, the sharp pains of hunger and intrusive thoughts worse than normal today. He did his best to avoid thinking about either of these plights. He was desperate to not encourage them, and he soon found himself staring blankly at nothing. It took incredible effort to remain in control over his desires, to the point that he would often lose touch of his surroundings, stiffly fixed into place. Well, aside from the inevitable shaking driven by famine. Oh, how he wished he could go back to before these cravings had begun to arise. Dreadful images had been plaguing his mind for weeks by now. Though, what was truly atrocious to him was not the graphic and horrific subject matter of these images, but rather, the savage yearning and desire that had been steadily increasing in strength alongside the pictures. Guilt wracked his body just as terribly as his hunger did. He knew thoughts did not define who he was, but the more often they emerged, the more he felt like an utter monster. No normal cookie had thoughts like his, he knew. What was wrong with him?
“Ah- Mister Choco?” A polite and familiar voice caught the starving musician’s attention. Mint looked up to see his timid assistant and closest friend, Oreo Cheesecake, standing by the entrance to his room. Brushing aside the internal shouts of hunger, he put on a smile. The smile wasn’t fully genuine, for while he was happy to see his friend, perhaps now wasn't the best time for him to visit…
“Hello, Orie. Is something the matter?” Mint asked, noting the subtle distress present on his face.
“Well…” Gently closing the door behind him, Oreo Cheesecake hesitated. “That’s what I came here to ask you. I understand you have no obligation to share anything with me, but it doesn’t seem like you have been feeling... your best as of late. Is everything alright, sir?” He spoke gently, and paused again. “You can… talk to me.”
Mint Choco’s small grin faltered for a second, before quickly appearing again as he let out a lighthearted chuckle. “Nothing ever escapes your keen eye, does it, Orie?” The statement was a compliment, but Mint did faintly wish that his assistant wasn’t so observant in this instance. He did not want to share that which had been infesting his head as of late. Oreo was a kind soul, he did not need to hear of such horrors. “Mmm…” He hummed, stalling as he attempted to come up with a half-truth. “I believe I have caught a stomach bug of sorts… I have been avoiding eating because of it.” He finally admitted. It wasn’t a complete lie...
“When was the last time you ate?” Oreo perked up after hearing Mint’s fabricated excuse. He felt a little sorry for how quickly his friend believed his fib, but it was for the better.
“Ah… That I am not sure…” However, this was truthful. He had been swept up in his own thoughts for most of the past… week? He did not remember. Nevertheless, he could not recall exactly when he had last eaten… Food had not felt as filling as usual lately. Whenever he had eaten, if at all, it did nothing to satiate his appetite, and thus was not worth remembering. Remembering was too difficult to do through the hunger and urges anyway.
“Then let me accompany you to the kitchen.” Oreo stated firmly, yet remained in his usual gentle, sweet tone. Mint Choco looked at him with subtle surprise. He was not irritated by the declaration, but it was unexpected, for Oreo wasn’t one to express such confidence. He would have assumed Oreo would stick to suggestions and polite requests, but here they were. He pondered quietly for a moment… He did not wish to eat anything right now, the simple thought of ‘eating’ bringing up disturbing prospects that made him feel sick, but… he felt apologetic for worrying Oreo. His assistant was rarely ever so bold. He supposed he should at least respect that.
“Alright.” Mint Choco smiled, and arose from the chair he had been resting upon. He took care not to stumble in front of his assistant. His limbs were weak, and while he could not entirely control the occasional shaking, he did his best to remain solid. He did not want Oreo Cheesecake to feel obligated to assist him too much. He worried over what may happen if his friend were to hover around too long…
Oreo Cheesecake seemed to want to say something, but kept quiet as Mint Choco approached, opening the door to let Mint through. Mint gave a kind thanks and exited his room into the hall, Oreo following right behind him. The kitchen was quite a long way away, the mansion the violinist owned being decently expansive. Hopefully, it shouldn’t take too long. Hopefully.
Mint Choco soon began to realize just how strong his hunger was right then… Maybe he shouldn’t have agreed so quickly… but there was nothing he could do anymore. Bringing his hand up to run through his own hair, he attempted to distract himself from the growing agony present in both his stomach and head.
“So, how have you been doing, friend?” Mint Choco shifted his gaze over to his assistant as he trekked through the empty halls.
“Ah, cleaning has been going well… I believe I’ve managed to get this section done today. The others have been helpful in getting things done quicker, as you said they’d be…” Oreo Cheesecake would go on to ramble about the chores he had completed thus far, and Mint would listen. It was always nice to hear his friend speak, his French accent making his voice all the more enjoyable to hear. It was always so soothing. Mint had hoped it would be just as calming now, and yet, it seemed that he had made a misjudgment. Instead of working as a distraction, watching Oreo recount his day only made the gruesome images worse, and he felt… hungrier.
Mint could do nothing but witness visions enfold upon him. Vicious dreams flashed across his eyes, and he watched as the greys and blacks of Oreo Cheesecake were gnarled into bloody colors, and his limbs contorted into an unrecognizable mess of flesh and bone. The macabre scenes should be absolutely horrifying to the humble musician, and yet, he felt nothing but eerie intrigue. Morbid desires whispered into his ears, nesting themselves firmly into his mind… He struggled to resist his urges, and while he may have been able to do so before, his body had gone too long without sustenance. He was only so strong.
...Oh dear.
Unable to stand his cravings any longer, Mint Choco lurched forward, tackling Oreo onto the ground. His assistant let out a yelp as his side crashed down onto the hard floor.
“Mister Choco-!? What-“ He squeaked, interrupting himself with a pained shriek as teeth clamped down onto the dough around his left eye. He let out another cry as they dug sharper and further into his baked skin, crimson jam already beginning to seep through the wounds. Instincts finally kicking in, Oreo writhed underneath Mint, attempting to shove who he had thought of as his closest friend off of him. The unexpected ambusher wouldn’t budge. Cutting into the frightened French’s face deeper, more thick jelly would ooze, beginning to flood from fresh wounds and into Mint’s jaw. Oreo gasped and shoved off his attacker with all the strength he could muster. Successful, Mint was thrust away, but not without a price. The cannibalistic violinist had a compact grip, and as he was pushed away, doughy flesh would be ripped from Oreo’s face, and his eye taken along with it.
Immediately, he shrieked, nothing but a gorey mess of candy flesh and sweet blood occupying the space where his left eye should be. Forgetting about Mint, Oreo brought his hands up to his face in shock, though did not dare touch his excruciating injury. Tortuous pain pulsated from his stolen eye. Why would his friend do this…? He choked on unspoken words. Abruptly, he was slammed back into the floor. Oreo’s horrified eye looked up into Mint’s, and through his tears, he noticed the vague oddities present. This… They were not the musician's eyes, but… He was given no time to dwell further on the thought as another attempt to bite into him was made. Oreo raised his arm to protect his face from further injury, and clenched his teeth as the other’s own were driven deep into his hand. He tried to raise his other hand to push Mint off, but it seemed he already had the same idea, as more of Oreo’s skin was torn away from him with a savage hunger. He let out another wail, this one less shrill than the others, his sobbing preventing him from yelling as loudly as before. He bit his lip and tried escaping once more. Attempting to scramble backwards, his efforts were proven futile as he was once again dug into. Still having not learned his lesson, Oreo yanked away his right arm, for more flesh to be pulled away, and more jam to be spilled.
His back bumped into a wall. His panic heightened, and he tensed in preparation for his former friend’s next lunge. As predicted, Mint Choco bit hard and ruthlessly. Oreo hopelessly tried to force him off, and it became apparent he was losing his strength. His trembling body could do nothing to stop the vicious brutality of his employer. Whimpering, he squirmed all he could, but was overall powerless as he was forced to suffer being torn apart and devoured into. Bones of sugar cracked, syrupy jelly splattered across the two, and baked flesh was split and pulled apart- crumbs and bloody drops flew, decorating the hall. Everything was a blur of his own ashen dough, stained in a rich maroon. Screams died down into miserable weeping, tears streaming out of his sole eye. To be eaten alive was already hellish torment, but for it to be coming from the cookie he thought he could trust with his life, just made his torture even more completely and utterly cruel.
“W-Why…?” Oreo finally managed to sputter through his uncontrollable sobbing. “I-I thought…” He tried to continue on, but was cut off by more of his own tears. It didn’t matter what he said, anyway. He would die here. His arm was unrecognizable, and enough jam had poured out at this point that it was not surprising when he felt himself finally begin to lose consciousness.
Little did he know, it was enough. Mint Choco finally managed to get a grip back onto his body. The sobs and words Oreo had croaked out were too much for him. Stumbling backward, coated in a deep red, the sight before him made him want to hurl. Yet, he could not, even if he had regained control, his body had only just eaten it’s first meal in what felt like weeks. It refused to let him lose something so critical to his survival. Mint stared, dead silent, in absolute horror at his once chipper assistant.
...But he could not wait long. Terrified of himself and the sheer weight of what he had done, he could not remain here and risk losing himself and feasting on Oreo again.
Trembling, he shakily brought himself up to his feet, eyes still fixed upon the tragedy before him. Once standing, he stumbled somewhat backward, limbs still shaky both from being so hungry for so long and out of fear and grief. He paused a moment to try and collect himself. Then, he turned away and fled. He did not know where he was going, but quickly he found himself running faster and faster, away from the consequences of his actions. That’s all he wanted to do. Get away. And as he ran, he remembered tales of a mansion… He did not know if the rumors were true, but it was far better than here. And so, he ran.