Blink.
'A gun? Seriously?'
Emir shook his head in exacerbation, not yet comprehending how Felix saw the poor and approached the table once again.
...
Gulp.
"Is sothing wrong?... Are you not one of us?"
He did the sa thing as before and was asked the question again, but he was prepared for it, so he answered imdiately.
"My teeth hurt; I can't chew-"
Bang!
Blink.
Emir tilted his head as he respawned.
'Do I seriously need to chew?'
'No way... I can just trick him.'
He stepped forward.
Gulp.
"-Is sothing wrong?... Are you not one of us?"
And the question arrived.
"Nothing is; can you tell - "
Bang!
Blink.
Cut, cut, cut, cut, cut.
Gulp.
"Is sothing wrong?... Are you not one of us?"
"I am, what's the-"
Bang!
Blink.
Cut, cut, cut, cut, cut.
Gulp.
"Is sothing wrong?... Are you not one of us?"
"Can you not pull out your-"
Bang!
Blink.
Cut, cut, cut, cut, cut.
Gulp.
"Is sothing wrong?... Are you not one of us?"
"I need so salt and pepper-"
Bang!
Blink.
Cut, cut, cut, cut, cut.
Gulp.
"Is sothing wrong?... Are you not one of us?"
"Fuck you."
Bang!
Blink.
Cut, cut, cut, cut, cut.
Gulp.
"Is sothing wrong?... Are you not one of us?"
"DO YOU WANT TO KILL YOU?! STOP-."
Bang!
Blink.
Cut, cut, cut, cut, slash!
"What the fuck are you doing? Don't go after my al!"
The father scread as he got attacked by the sa knife that he cut himself with, courtesy of
Emir's rage.
"Die you bastard!"
"Stop!"
"W-What are you doing?!"
As Emir launched himself at the father, the daughter and mother tackled him from behind, screaming their lungs out. He easily pushed them off but even that short second was enough ti for the man to get his gun out.
Bang!
Blink.
Emir rushed forward, jumped over the cut, tackled the man to the ground, and started punching his face in.
The wife and daughter tried to stop him, but they weren't a match for his strength.
BOOM!
...But the explosion was.
Blink.
Emir stared at those
with a face
rage.
Was it really necessary for him to chew?
He absolutely despised this.
Out of all the things he had done, this had to be the worst... or so he thought.
Truly disgusting-
BOOM!
Blink.
Emir gave in.
He couldn't have it all.
He needed to be within the bowl, and to be within the bowl was to be a part of this family, this
group of victims.
Cut, cut, cut, cut, cut.
Emir stared at the at in front of him, and after sighing for what felt like a thousand tis,
he began to eat.
As he sank his teeth into his own raw hand, the flesh squished and oozed between his jaws, like chewing on a slimy, half-rotten fruit.
Strings of sinew tangled in his teeth, and the taste of iron, decay, and disgust, flooded his mouth, making him gag. But he forced himself to keep chewing, the crunch of bone splinters and the slurp of blood making his stomach churn with revulsion.
"How is your al? Good?"
And finally... he was asked a different question.
"What do you an good?"
Those words caused the father to frown, yet the next two:
"It's amazing!"
Got his serene smile to return.
"That's great, my daughters ought to learn from you..."
The mother comnted, and for the first ti since he ca here, he heard her normal voice
which didn't scream at him as he killed her husband.
"Moooom... Don't embarrass ."
Her daughter spoke too, as she ate her own hand, blood dripping from her mouth and at
showing through her teeth.
"Heh, it's fine; all moms are like that."
Emir wasn't much better; he felt disgusted on a level he hadn't felt before, but his smile spoke
of great enjoynt. He had to fit in.
The group continued to eat, and eventually, they were done.
Just as they finished, Emir sneaked in the last piece of leftovers into the bowl, causing it to
begin rising.
He wanted this attempt to be his last, so he made sure that it would leave only after he chewed down all his food and was completely a part of the immune system. Watching it go forth made his smile turn into a genuine one as he figured that this nightmare was soon to be
over.
'Almost there...'
Emir then stood up from his chair and followed after the bowl while bidding them goodbye:
"It's been great, guys; we'll catch up later, yeah?"
"See you later, son."
"Bubye."
"Byeee~."
The three did the sa as he climbed out of their house and started the chase.
During his ti here, he went through and perfected nearly a thousand routes, and now he
needed to choose the best one.
It wasn't a hard choice; he went with a safer route; the difference was minimal between it and the fastest one, so if not stated enough, he preferred to end it with this attempt rather than go
through the cycle again and eat his arm. Again.
What surrounded his spawn point were two rooms and one building.
He chose the one in the middle, the open room, by going through a door.
As he landed, he rushed forward in a burst of speed and jumped onto a couch, using it as a
step-up so he could reach the top of the room's walls.
Stabilizing himself, he continued forward, and as he neared the house that floated to his left, The jumped, horizontally wall-running the side of the house.
He eventually lost montum, which caused him to fall, yet that was on purpose as he aid
for the open room below, landing on it with a roll.
Not stopping even for a mont, he continued to rush forward as storm dust went about
coloring his surroundings, killing his visibility.
Emir didn't need to see however, he easily cleared the room, not falling over any of its
furniture, and reached the window.
He jumped legs first, smashing through the glass as he got out.
There, in mid-air, he finally allowed himself a mont to look around.
To his right was the floating bowl, halfway to its destination, and to his left was an incoming
storm.
He let out a sigh of relief and with his icon's blood pumping, he continued to fall, diving underneath all the buildings till he reached a nightlight poll.
His hands landed on its floating middle, and he swung himself, reaching for the one next to it.
He repeated the sa actions multiple tis until he reached the other side of the house,
clearing it from below, and then swung himself up, latching onto the ledge with his elbows out, hands behind his head.
Emir turned himself around without letting go and began to climb, he then used the floating
wall behind him to push himself up, placing his left hand and foot on the left building while
his right hand and foot remained on the right.
Seconds went by, and he reached the top.
Pushing down hard with his left, he bounced his right foot on the wall and reached the open
room.
There, he saw another group of victims eating themselves, and they greeted him as he passed them, but he didn't pause, running through the room.
As he neared the end, he stepped off and ran atop a lone wall, which gave way to another two
walls that floated a short distance above him.
He jumped and used the sa technique as last ti, his body forming an X shape as he
pushed through the two walls, reaching the other side and landing on a house's roof.
Taking another mont, he looked down to his right, seeing the floating bowl close by.
'Is that safe? Probably...'
His smile widened as he decided to switch things up a little.
Emir crouched, his hands nearing his legs, and then, like a spring, his entire body spurted
upwards, leaving the roof and nearing the bowl.
His arms raced forward as he hovered above it and grasped it.
Clang!
It swung left to right for a few seconds, but it eventually stabilized. Victorious, he held on and started preparing himself for what he was about to witness because
he was sure that it would be sothing.
Not much ti passed-only about ten seconds or so- and the bowl started to slow down.
It paused in front of the house, which, if looked at from his perspective, wasn't much of a house-only broken walls that ford a rectangular corner of a tall building that was cut short by the white void.
And as the bowl got closer, he saw the other side of the building, which showed an alley filled
with trash in black bags that shifted every now and again, as if soone was underneath, moving, but only subtly.
Slowing down even further, the bowl reached just above the trash and began to descend.
Emir, not wanting to fuck things up, swung to the wall to his right, landing a bit further from
the shifting
trash.
With bated breath, he watched as the bowl reached the source, halting for a slight mont,
then descending even further, diving into the gri.
Blink.
The world blinked, but instead of him respawning at where he once was, Felix spurted out of
the trash, his body coated with blood, and threw a girl's head in the bowl.
After spitting out leftover vomit from his mouth, he pulled the rest of her body to the surface
and began cutting her up.
It was sloppy, even worse than the second daughter.
His hand was trembling, his breath was racing, and sweat dripped off his face alongside the
blood, soaking the trash-filled ground.
Felix was struggling; it was obvious that this was his first kill or rather... it was his first al.
anwhile, Emir, who watched it all unfold with a sad smile, had everything figured out.
This place was the sa alley where he had 'buried' the girl he killed. The very girl who had
ignited his journey. 'Huh...'
"...Daughters" was what the mother said.
That revealed this girl to be the first daughter, which also ant that Felix killed and ate her
family after struggling to eat her in this dump.
Did that an that her family stumbled upon the sa sight he did and were killed as a
result?
'No, that doesn't matter.'
What mattered was how 'strange' this all was.
Because how? Wasn't the kid supposed to have beco a monster a year later? What caused
that change? Emir? His existence? Even though they never interacted? Even though Felix had nothing to do with him? Or was it...
Was it because of a third party?
Soone who could control monsters... Make them mad. The man with the stopwatch, the
third player.
His smile left him and was replaced by a freezing cold stare. Like those of a hawk, his eyes
were glued to Felix, watching his actions with the utmost focus.
Ti passed and all his focus amounted to null as Felix did nothing but cut and eat...
"Felix."
And Emir had run out of patience.
"Show ."
He planned to force it all to a close, even if it ant that Felix's already broken mind would
die completely.
Blink.
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