Chainsaw Boy

Chapter 6: Polite Awakening

Denji shifted in his bed, the small whining creak of the mattress holding him teased at his ears while he shifted. Where am- he sat up letting out a long yawn. His eyes monitored the room he was in, empty but clean. Oh..right.... He could feel the spark of joy ignite in him.

A good nonsmelly home, now this was the life. He felt his stomach rumble beneath him, Licking at his lips he rubbed his hands together "Time for toast!" he declared to himself rushing out the door quickly he skirted across the cool floor.

He wandered around too the kitchen. He took it in with a bit of awe, it was exactly like the ones from the magazine. A big pristine knife set. But amongst it all one thing caught his eye the most No frickin way he stared in awe, a toaster with a whole 4 slots for toasts... He knew what he had too do.

Scrambling up the counter top he scoured every edge of the cabnets. Jackpot! he reached out snagging an entire loaf. He wandered to the fridge grabbing any jam he could. He was ravenous. im gonna make the best toast. of all time. In his excitment he misplacesd a foot on his way down from the counter. He could feel himself swing from under himself as he landed on the ground. The fall, though not hurting him, did knock the wind out of his chest.

He rubbed his back muttering out a small "ow..". He shook it off choosing to not linger, there was toast to be constructed. Standing himself straight back up he threw the toast in. Still enamoured by how many he could fit in at once, he stared blankly at the toaster. A whole for slices... he reached a hand out, and achieved his destiny. With a satysfying click of the toaster he watched for what felt like hours.

When the toast popped up he snagged at aggressively, burning the tips of his fingers. But he didnt care, he was far too happy having toast in his hand. He grabbed at every jam he could in maelstrom of sloppy movements he lathered each piece in copius amounts of jam.

He felt his mouth water in anticpiation drool almost leaking out in his stupor with his own concauction. "its time for the Ultimate toast! now!!" he opened wide taking a bite the flavors exploaded in his mouth. He couldnt believe it, who was keeping this from him his entire life? Oh yeah..  he thought the Yakuza wannabe guy. Oh well he was dead anyways, and in Denjis standards? good riddance.

But there was no need to linger, not when there was food to be eaten. By the time he finished his hands were practically glued together with jelly, Crumbs and dog hair was everywhere caking his once clean shirt.  Finding himself lost in the exatacy he found himself losing control, Everything he was doing was so fun it felt almost wrong, feint yet lingering, the new feeling of guilt overtook him. Pochita... His hand lightly pressed in the dogs furr Is this...okay?  It was strange to admit but even despite Pochita wanting him to, He didnt feel as though it should've been as easy.

He fell flat on his back again fumbling with the ripcord that sprouted from his chest. He wanted to rip it again. Maybe then... Ill be with him again?  His solmn thoughts were interrupted by his face suddenly becoming slack with dog slobber, As the entire pack seemed to make it there mission to drown him with love. He shook his head burying the thought, Best not to think about that now, sad things belong away, never to be thought of again. Away.. he repeated too himself quietly in the embers of his mind.

*CREAK*

The front door suddenly creaked open, and with it the drowning joy he felt suddenly washed away, leaving only the air of shame to fill his lungs. It was strange Denji realized how much more a look conveyed over words.