Eyes [A chainsaw man story]

Part 2: Chapter 8

The taste of ichor and damp organs crowded Ken's mouth. Crunch, crunch, crunch the noise echoed. He ripped and chomped, licked and munched, feasting on the flesh before him. He hummed in satisfaction as he slurped his lips.

"Mm. Yeah, babies are the 5-stars," he uttered, taking another mouth full from the gut of a bleeding 6-month-old orphan that ceased to move.

He sipped the blood of said child as if it were soup, and slurped on the intestines as if they were noodles. It was utterly evident that he was enjoying his so-called "meal." He was in bliss, recalling and reenacting the taste. The scene slowly zooms out, revealing that he was crouched on the ground, located in a hallway painted with blood. Around him are 7 children around 2-month-old babies to 12-year-olds surrounding him, mutilated beyond recognition.

I...on the other hand...am about the fucking hurl--HURGG...!

Not only is my consciousness still connected to my brain, but apparently I still have my sense of taste retained. That would be either good or worse, knowing that Ken is a devil that'll eat babies cause he was simply bored--HUURRRGGG!

I want to puke. I want to hurl it all out but I can't. I can taste it in my mouth...it's..it's fucking disgusti--HUUURGGH! Oh God...I can't... I just wanna...rip off my tongue...and wash it with bleach.

Ken, on the other hand, chomped on the baby's head and ripped it off, unveiling the child's still-in-development spine, and proceeded to chew on it, brain matter oozed out of the child's skull as he was doing so.

This is fucking disgusting--HURRRG!

"Hey. I've already razed this place down. This right here is my reward," he chuckled to himself. "All on a silver platter."

T-They're CHILDREN for fuck's sake! You MURDERED KIDS! Don't you at least have some heart for them?!

"No. They are nefarious creatures. They were already parasites of the world right when they were conceived. What I'm doing isn't dishonorable. In fact, I'm doing the world a favor."

By eating them?!

"In the most detestable way possible, yes. Yes I am."

You EVIL motherfucker...fuck--HURRRGGG!

Ken ignored the petty comment.

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At the end of the hall, the supposed supervisor for the children hid in the corner, terrified, and frozen in place. She had a 2 barrel shotgun in her hands with 2 shots loaded into it. She wore a pink dress and had blonde hair. She herself couldn't stop trembling from the scene she's witnessed. She couldn't move a finger due to the fear she felt around her. Her heart pounded in her chest, as she fell to her knees, holding her weapon close to her chest. Drops of sweat rolled down her skin as she began to hyperventilate. She never knew this day would come. It was supposed to be a fun day today...the kids would go to an aquarium for a field trip...Johnny was supposed to be picked up by his new adopted parents in less than 45 minutes...and...she was going to tell her husband that she was pregnant with his child...

Why did this have to happen? She treated those children as if they were her own...They didn't deserve to die like that... so...Why...?

She took a deep breath and gathered all her willpower to stand up, and mustered the courage to step out of her hiding spot and cocked her weapon, echoing onto the other side of the hallway, which of course came noticed by the feasting devil. Once she stomped into the said hallway, she could not bare to see her kids mutilated to the bone, trembling as she stood. But that devil...those menacing purple eyes that glowed in his darkened expression.