John sat in darkness. He had a distant look in his eyes.
GRUUUUUUU!
John bit his lip. His stomach grumbled. He was hungry, so very hungry.
John didn't know how long it had been since he'd eaten. There was no sun here, and for some reason, he didn't have his phone in his pocket. But what John did know. Was that he was starving. Truly starving. John would get hungry after not eating for a few hours. Now, John had died himself for a much, much longer time than that. His stomach hurt.
It genuinely hurt. It was like someone had ripped the lining from John's stomach, and now it was melting him from the inside. John felt nauseous. He was so nauseous that it seemed like the world was warping in front of him. Nathanial's body was the only thing John could genuinely see in this place. And his body curved so much that it created a crescent moon shape.
As John watched Nathnial's body twist, a bleated realization struck him.
I'm going to die.
It wasn't something that John was happy with. But it was the truth even though this was a lie. Even though this was just a fabrication made by a wounded mind, it was true.
If John didn't eat now, he would starve to death.
UHHHHHHHHH!
With a groan of pain, John pulled himself to his feet. His muscles had atrophied from how long he'd been here.
John looked down at his body. He was stick skinny. He was so thin that he looked like a different person.
"UHHHHH!"
With a groan, John started to hobble towards Nathnial's body. In all his time here, John hadn't seen any change in Nathanial's form. Even though neither of them had been fed, it just made John want to eat him more.
Hungry. Hungry. Hungry.
One step. Two step. Three step.
There he was. John stood above Nathanial's body.
"MHHH! MHHH! MHHHH!"
Nathanial let out muffled screams from his gag as he squirmed on the floor. John reached down. He lifted Nathanial.
"MHHHH! MHHH! MHHHH!"
I'll eat you.
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John dropped Nathanial's body into his mouth.
John's throat crushed each piece of Nathanial. He fell into John's stomach as a paste.
For a moment, John just stood there in the shadows. He didn't make a sound. He didn't even breathe.
And then he was full.
John's face grew ghostly pale. His jaw dropped. Fear covered his face.
Oh my god. What did I do?
After that day, he'd never. He'd never even thought of...
Because he wasn't a cannibal, he wasn't a man-eater.
No. No.
It was the same situation. It was the same pressure. He had eaten a man. All so he would live.
"Take all the pain. All the agony and all the hell that you can't deal with. And put it on a piece of paper. Then take that piece of paper and put it in an envelope. Mail that envelope to the strong you a year from now. Then you'll be okay."
A dark voice echoed through John's dark world.
"Time's up. Learn your self. And embrace SLOTH"
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John stood in a green cellar. Father. The Farther had told John and his siblings to find their way into there.
He'd said there was going to be a special event. A special surprise that they would love.
*THUD*
John turned his head in the direction of that sound. John had always been attuned to sounds. That's why he wanted to play the trumpet like his father.
What John saw when he turned to that sound was unsettling.
The door. It was shut. Standing behind the closed door was a man. He had a skinny frame and a wrinkle-covered face. He held a case at his side. He wore a full suit, and his grey hair was perpetually slicked back.
John knew this man as The Father.
John's other siblings turned their heads toward The Father moments after John did.
They saw the door closed. An air of dread filled the room. And John wasn't sure why.
They could trust the father.
Couldn't they?
The Father Leaped down the steps of the basement. He didn't take a single step and landed imminently at the bottom of the steps and in the basement.
The father grinned.
"Thirty children. All from my seed and the egg of a unique and powerful woman. But only one of you is worthy of being my spawn! And that one will be the one to leave this room!" Yelled the Father
He opened the case for his trumpet. And he brought the trumpet it to his lips.
*TOOT*
He tooted it once.
And then he was gone.
John turned his head to look at the children around him. They had similar looks of fear on their faces as John had.
"Da———" John gulped.
"Dad?"
The other children seconded John
"Dad?"
"Dad?"
"Dad?"
"Dad?"
"Dad?"
They asked the same question over and over and over.
But no matter how many times they called out. They didn't get any response.
"Guys... I think we're stuck here." John said
"Da——"
The calls stopped
A little girl who wore pigtails on her head and wore Jean shorts with overalls spoke.
"Why would Daddy leave us?" The girl asked
John looked at the girl. Her name was Emerald if John Remembered correctly.
John was two heads taller than the rest of his siblings. And because he was so big his siblings looked up to John. It didn't help that he was the second oldest.
"Don't worry. Daddy will be back." John said in a soothing tone.
PFFT! Like he could soothe anyone. John was the same age as the rest of them. And he was Just as afraid.
"Didn't he say that only one of us could leave?" Said a boy who was a few heads shorter than the group. He had a pair of glasses on his face and wore a suit like his father.
John shook his head.
"No. He didn't say that."
"Yeah, he didn't say that."
"He didn't."
"How could you be so wrong."
A series of disagreements were thrown at the boy.
At that moment, he looked extra small.
"Then why are we in here?"
"......."
There was silence.