Little Blue Riding Hood (Horrorberry)

Cannibal

Horror wouldn't allow me to move around, and he wouldn't tell me where he put my shirt and hoodie. He said they would irritate my wounds. So I was stuck with just my bandana to cover my soul. "Horror, what do you do for fun?" He was staring at me from the other side of the cave. Since it was the next morning, he'd stomped out the fire, letting the sun filter through. It barely reached us though. I watched as his arm went to his dark eye, tilting his head as he did so. He replied as he hooked two phalanges into the interior of his socket. "fun?"
"Uh, yeah. Fun. Reading, television, board games, running? Things like that?" I asked, feeling concerned. "i hunt." And the concern washed away a little. "Ok, often?"
"constantly. constantly hunting.. rarely catching anything. but when i do.." He started chuckling as his red 'eye' stared down at me. It was intimidating in the dim lighting. His eye became half lidded as he calmed down. "what about you?"
"Oh! Well I do a lot of things! I train, I watch Nabstaton, I hang out with my brother and friends.. do you have friends?"

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His head tilted further, he tugged at his socket. "what's a friend?" He was dead serious.. and curious. "Well, someone that is there for you, and helps you if you need it." He didn't know what a friend was? What about family? Did he at least have a family? "nope, none of those.. they.." He growled lowly. "traitors. those damned traitors!" Oh shit, now what have I done?! "I'll be your friend then-" I said quickly, hoping to calm him before something bad happened. He froze, staring at me with wide sockets once more. He removed his phalanges from his socket and put his elbow on his knee. He just stared. He stared for what felt like a long time. Then he narrowed his sockets. "why?"
"Because.. everyone needs a friend. Even a lone wolf." He was searching me. I didn't know what for, but he was searching. "Uh.. got any family at least?" I tried to choose my words more carefully. His sockets closed to the point where I could just see a red sliver. "once upon a time ago.." He really was alone.. "I'll be your friend, Horror." Finally, his sockets fully closed. "hungry?" Well, actually.. yeah. "I hadn't eaten since I got here."

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Horror POV

"stay put." I warned him as I got up to leave. A friend huh? He was so willing despite knowing nothing about me. What I did. What I ate. Might as well show him then. See if he'll be my 'friend' then. I wasn't always a cannibal. That'd developed over time, after everything went down. I had a pack once. People I could rely on. Then my brother died, fell through the ice when crossing the river. Undyne blamed me because it was my idea in the first place. Hell, I still blamed me. She and Alphys turned the rest of the pack against me, tried to cast me out. I got pissed. I killed every last one of them and took Alphys' sight. I suppose that's what started my cravings. I ate them when I grew hungry. Starting with those eyes. Because fuck Alphys. I shifted to my wolf form and sniffed. As for Undick, I was trying to take a body part from her too. Maybe her fins. Definitely her fins. But she was already pissed that I took Alphys eyes and ate her pack. After running me through with her spear, she left me to die. Then Blue found me..

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I tracked the scent of something that caught my interest. A wolf. A SCARED wolf. Didn't they know fear only EXCITES me? I glided slowly after them. They could smell me, I knew it, but there was no point in running. They would run, burn themselves out. I would get them before long. I stopped a moment, scratching at the hole with a hind paw. Then I pursued again. Just as I expected. They had worn themself out. It was a rabbit leaning against a tree as it caught it's breath. I shifted as well. "why are you running?" They whipped around, sheer, absolute horror on their face. "Y-you- what happened to you?!" I picked at the hole again. "i asked a question first." I replied nonchalantly. They shivered. "U-uh.. something, uh, th-that reeked of death w-was chasing m-me.." Interesting. Not really. "welp. sucks to suck." I lunged, grabbing them by their throat and squeezing tightly. My claws barely piercing through their soft flesh. "you smell good, i'm going to enjoy eating you.." Their eyes widened and I snapped their arm. They released a strangled scream.

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I played with them a bit before killing them. Most didn't cross me because of my scent. So I starved often. I was lucky to come across this unfortunate soul. I grabbed the scruff of the dead wolf's neck. Oh won't Blue love this. He would eat his words, fear me for the monster I really am. Just like everyone else. 'But what if he didn't?' He would. They all do. They. All. Do.