Author's Note:Seen people hc Sanford as a butcher (including me) and seen people theorise about grunts being cannibals. Combine those two together and what do you get? Free content!
"Ford! Where are you!" Deimos called. "I want to show you something funny!" The small man walked down the halls, looking around. "Sanford, come out man, it's funny I promise!" Deimos yelled. Still no response, Deimos frowned, this wasn't usual. Sanford would of responded by now, walked up to him, watched the video, rolled his eyes and told Deimos he was immature. Deimos began to get worried, was Sanford okay? Had something happened? Was he hurt? Deimos began to pick up the pace "San? You there? Answer me dummy!" Deimos yelled. The silence was aching. Deimos wanted to scream. He checked Sanford's room. Not there. He checked the kitchen. Not there. He checked the living room. Not there. He checked his own room. Not there. Deimos searched everywhere, but Sanford was nowhere to be found. He even checked in the interrogation room. Not there. The only place that hadn't been checked was the basement, but there was no way Sanford could be there, right? With a sigh, Deimos walked down the steps and pushed open the basement door. "Okay Sanford, no more hi-" he stopped dead, cigarette falling out of his mouth. The sight in the basement was sickening, bodies everywhere, gutted and cleaned with chunks of flesh missing. Deimos had seen gruesome things before, but this was next level disgusting. Bodies were hanging from the ceiling, their meat stripped away. Why would someone strip the meat of a corpse? Unless....
Deimos felt sick at the thought, Sanford wasn't a cannibal, right? Right? A shadow fell over Deimos from behind, and a familiar voice spoke.
"Ah, so you've figured out my secret" Sanford said
And that was the last thing Deimos heard before he was knocked out
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