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I’m hungry. So, so hungry.
I don’t even know why. I have been eating my three daily meals on time. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I even had snacks in-between. Pinki’s cupcakes, they always made us feel better! But they didn’t make me feel better this time.
My tummy has been so very mean to me. It keeps on growling and growling, and I don’t know when it’ll ever stop. It’s a big bully to me. A bully I can’t just say “no” to. Because it’s still my tummy, and I have to be good to it. I have to give it what it wants. And it wants food.
I feel bad for Pinki, always running out of orders for her bakery because I keep eating them. She says it’s fine, and that I can take as much as I want, but I think that emptying the whole stock is just ridiculous! How will she earn money without her cupcakes, and cakes, and all the other delicious goods she makes?
I tried eating other stuff. I asked Mr. Tree for apples, and he was nice enough to give me some. It didn’t work. I went over to Oren’s and asked him for his junk food stash, even though they’re not healthy for me. That didn’t work either. I even ate a whole entire picnic basket full of food. I didn’t even share, even though my friends looked at me all weirdly. But that. Didn’t. Work.
My tummy was never happy. It’s gotten so bad that I can’t even sleep. I’d stay up past my bedtime, and I’d look into my fridge. I’d take some cookies and milk and eat it all up like I was Santa on Christmas Eve. But it never worked. My fridge is empty now. But I’m still so hungry.
…
I think I’m growing up.
I’m tall now. My arms and legs are so long, I can’t even fit in my jammies! I had to not wear anything because none of my clothes fit. The air’s cold. But I don’t care about the cold. I’m hungry.
My voice is all deep and raspy. I think I’m having puberty again. That’s weird. I thought puberty only happened once? I know that, I was the one who told Sky all about puberty when his voice was all deep and stuff. Am I growing up again? I’m already a grown-up! I don’t need to grow up any more. But maybe this will help me eat better. Maybe this extra growth will help me look for more food. I’m still so hungry.
My eyes are heavy. I can still open them, but only a little bit. It’s like something’s holding them together. I can barely see anything. It’s like looking through a weird window. But at least I can smell better. That’s how I see now. I sniff things, and I know what those things are. Like a dog. But I’m not a dog, I’m a Sprunki! A very hungry Sprunki.
I don’t think I can fit in my own house anymore. I have to stay outside so I don’t ruin anything.
My friends all saw how grown-up I was. They were scared. I tried to get closer. I told them that it’s still me! Simon! I’m still the happiest and friendliest guy around, aren’t I? I might as well be the hungriest, too. My tummy hurts. So much. It feels like it’s twisting, turning, punching and clawing at me from inside my body. It’s so mean. I wish it would stop.
…
Hungry.
That’s all I feel now.
I’m so, so hungry.
They were running from me. They were scared of me. Like I’m some sort of monster.
All of them except for Brud.
I saw him, only a little bit. He was playing on the grass, rolling around, having fun all by himself. He looked so happy. And he smelled so good.
I wish I can be happy too.
Maybe, if I drew closer…?
…
I don’t know what I did.
One moment, I was just talking to Brud. Telling him how hungry I was. And then, all of a sudden, it happened.
I bit him.
He tasted so good. Not sweet, like Pinki’s cupcakes. I don’t know what kind of taste it is. All I know is that it was good.
He wasn’t even mad or upset about it. He just looked at me, confused. He asked me why I did that.
I don’t know either.
Brud looked different now. He had a big ouchie on his head, where I bit him. He didn’t have the bucket anymore. (I threw it away.) His head had red oozy stuff pouring out of it, and the insides of his head were squishy and also crunchy.
I was scared. I wanted to cry. But I felt so hungry, and eating Brud made my tummy really happy. At least, for a small while.
And then, I was hungry again.
I’m so mad. I’m so scared. I want to eat. I need to eat. I need to make the tummy aches stop.
I have no choice. I have to eat my friends.
I’m so mean.
I’m a monster.