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HABIT cackles in glee, grabbing at the warm flesh that once held life. ‘Whatever,’ it gripes to himself, ‘it's not like that life mattered to me, anyway.’ Hands pluck the bloodied machete from their chest, using it to hack an arm off of their body, blood gushing from the opened wound. It kneels down over the body, stabbing the machete back into the form.
His eyes look down into the lifeless brown eyes, sneering as it remembered what they once held. Fear. Determination. Anger. Shock. Measly human emotions it could never feel. Certainly not when it was so… like this. Murder-y. Inhumane. His grin grows wider, displaying blood-soaked, unnaturally pointed teeth. He grabs the severed limb, observing it. Still-warm flesh. Gentle hands. Soft skin. A seemingly ever-flowing waterfall of blood coming from where the arm was once attached to something. Someone. It had a purpose then.
“Welp.” Habit exclaims out loud, in more of a growly tone than he was going for. But, whatever. Life only had one take anyway, so it just… went for it, turning to face the seemingly ever-recording camera. “This wonderful donation, from a completely anonymous donor, which will, unfortunately, have to become my lunch.” He says it with such a tone that anyone could tell that it was not unfortunate at all. HABIT had been waiting for this day, ever since it had discovered this was an option.
He tests the waters a bit, gently biting down on the supple flesh of man, seeing how far he could go before it tore, broke underneath his teeth. It didn’t take much, as after a few moments he felt a burst of iron against his taste buds, the flesh breaking unfashionably as his teeth gnash together. He chews, pondering the flavour, boiling it down to sweat, skin, raw meat, and blood. He swallows, the strange sensation of blood going down its throat, as it always did. Not quite unpleasant, more… odd. It’d get used to it, it assumed, wiping its bloodied face on its arm.
“Not a ten-out-of-ten experience,” he reported to the camera, standing up, before tearing another chunk of flesh off of the arm. “But I definitely don’t hate it.” It continues, mouth full and blood visibly dripping out of its mouth. He uses two fingers to try to push it back into his mouth. “It- it's like…” He hums, trying to think of a human food similar to that of the flesh of their own kind. “...pork. Just more… more flavourful. More bitter, a stronger flavour than the typical pig… isn’t that what pork comes from?” It thinks a second, chewing on the new bite of flesh, before shaking its head, attempting to focus on the issue at hand. “Anyhow, it's good. You weirdo grill dads would eat this up. Literally.” He grins slyly, putting his threateningly sharp, blood stained teeth on display.
Suddenly, an idea makes its way to his mind. A wonderfully horrible, gross idea. It sinks to its knees, cautiously extracting the machete from the dead figure’s chest, gritting his teeth as it catches on something that lay under the flesh, frustrating him. The machete frees itself from the place it lies, something under the flesh giving way, collapsing under HABIT’s hips, alarm spreading on his own face. It stills, watching the dead man’s head cautiously, as if they’d immediately get up and attack him. After a moment, tension releases from his shoulders and he moves again. He doesn’t ever address why he did this.
Eventually, after watching the body for so long, his gaze edges on sultry, and he traces the figure’s neck with the sharpened tip of the machete, leaving soft pink lines in the figure’s skin, some weeping blood. “You look so pretty like this,” It growls, a tone of lust evident in its voice. It inches the blade close to the collar of the husk, nicking away at both the fabric and the greying skin. “Too bad I'll have to ruin you.”
It thrusts the blade into the chest of the body, blood coating the dull silver of the machete once more. He saws away at the meat, cutting a rough heart shape where he presumed the heart was around, before pulling the chunk of meat out and presenting it to the camera like a freshly cut piece of cake.
“Look at all those layers,” It murmurs, a morbid shine of interest making itself present in HABIT’s eyes. Blood drips from it like the frosting to a birthday cake, and HABIT’s mouth waters similarly to a child being faced with a slice of birthday cake. He grabs the stack of meats, nicking his finger, causing him to yelp in pain. It sticks its thumb into its mouth instinctually, before withdrawing it, growling at his accusing body part. “I am not some human baby. Like that… stupid little thing of Evan’s I ate a bit ago.” He chuckles dryly, lowering his hand to wipe it on his bloodied jeans.
It sinks to its knees, casting a wink to the camera as it goes. It returns to work at getting the body’s heart, sawing at the accusing ribs that lay in his way. After several long minutes, the last rib falls and he enthusiastically reaches in, grabbing the heart and violently ripping it out of the chest of the dead man, causing the body to fall backwards onto the floor once more, a dull thud echoing. He presents it to the camera like a proud child, blood oozing from the organ down to the floor. He grins, sharp teeth being presented once more to the camera. “Alrighty everyone! Here it is– the main attraction of the human body! Other than, y’know, the brain and shit, but that will give Evan, like, brain cancer if I eat that. And as much as I hate that bastard, his body is awfully useful for tasks like this, involving pure strength. Plus, his stomach can handle a lot, so…!” It bites into the heart, blood spurting every which way as he gnaws through the tissue, pulling it apart with his teeth and continuing to chew. He swallows after a long moment, grabbing the machete and using it as a toothpick for a long moment, before almost slicing his mouth open, so he stops, and turns to the camera, pondering the flavour of the organ.
“That one tasted more like… steak. Chewy. Moist. Well, obviously, the shit is full of blood. Like an 8/10.” It eats more of the organ, before eventually finishing it and licking the blood off of his fingers in a teasing sort of manner.
“Anyway, that’s my mukbang, rabbits, have fun sexualizing anything and everything I just did. Just know, beforehand, that I can and will do all of this to your body, if I must. Toodles!~” He finishes, picking up the camera and winking, before ending the video.