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'I uh… I don't know what to do.'
A bad man, a villain maybe—he could easily bet that was what most would call him.
Technically, he'd say that it was fair, but not really.
At least he didn't think so.
Yes, he'd done things… bad things to people.
Yet, it wasn't really by choice, even though they were incredibly vile... As much as an understatement that was. Truly an understatement.
Blood.
Blood was spilled everywhere.
On his clothes, on his body, on his face, and around his lips.
The stabs—the first ones—were sloppy, so sloppy, he really didn't know what he was doing. But he learned.
Sometimes their flesh was as hard as bones, but other times it was as smooth as butter.
His little symbiotic friend grew quite hungry for a fresh teenager. A delicacy, 'it' called it.
He agreed with such a notion.
While he wasn't a fan of cannibalism before 'it' and its Corruption took over, he grew to enjoy certain body types more than others.
