Just A Monster (KP FIC)

14

Sorry I didn't release this sooner, I've been working on updating some other books.

WARNING(?)

Mention of alcohol in this chapter.

And now I was back where I originally started this cannibalistic diet, the cafeteria. The atmosphere is exactly like how it was that same day. Sprinklekit rapidly running around taking and serving orders to more gootraxians than normal. And me lazily waltzing around, constantly sitting in random corners and getting lost in my own thoughts. Is this how it happened? I don't think I remember it as well as I thought... Talking about thoughts, I was snapped out of mine when a plate was dropped right in front of me. It had a large pile of random snacks on it like chips, cookies and my personal favorite, dog treats. Even though I ate them in the past they still had that tempting smell to them they always had.

"Eat this, before I shove it into your mouth." Sprinklekit said. I looked up to see them looking down at me, a neutral face that they knew intimidated me every time they did it. What were they so cranky about now?

"What's the occasion?" I asked, eyeing the sloppy pile that instantly collapsed when I lightly touched it. Now rather than it just being messy, it looked like some decaying corpse.

"There is no occasion.. YOU haven't been eating." They said with a slight scowl.

"Why is that?" I knew this question would eventually come. After all, I haven't been eating at the one and only place food like this is available. I assumed a few times maybe they'd notice it but not pay any mind to it. I was foolish to think that for even a few seconds. I was fully aware no excuse was going to get me out of eating this.

"You don't have to eat the mutant thing, but your going to eat something." They said in a response to my silence. I didn't plan on responding either but if I didn't they'd beat one out of me. 

"Nah I'm fine with this... I think?" I managed to utter. I poked it once again, this time nearly gagging at the thought of eating it. That slime hound from before taught me good and well I shouldn't eat shit I know my stomach doesn't want, that was an experience I wasn't willing to repeat for anything. I sighed, looking up at Sprinklekit who had a brow raised towards me.

"I... I'm sorry, but I can't eat right now." I took the plate into my paw, lifting it up and gesturing them to take it back. Of course they denied it.

"Can't? What do you mean can't?" They asked, pushing the plate back in my direction. I frowned at this. The doors opened for like the 100th time this hour revealing another group of gootraxians looking for a meal, thank god they insisted I didn't help. Sprinklekit sighed, looking towards the group and then back at me.

"At least eat a chip or something." I nodded as they turned the opposite direction.

"And stop sitting in corners, your scaring people." I rolled my eyes at the comment, I was probably just worrying them. I decided it'd be best to sit somewhere other than the floor though. I stood up and stretched, placing the plate on a shelf next to me and heading towards the tables. When I was met face to face with them however, I was slightly nervous about walking inside. There were so many gootraxians here it gave me second and embarrassment whenever I made a single move, I was uncertain about sitting next to that many numbers. At the same time though...I feared that if I did get hungry at some point I wouldn't be able to control my self, I'd go completely berserk and eat somebody in the most crowded area in the facility. I slightly doubted such an outcome though, I did just eat like a day ago. Living with such a diet in these conditions allowed me to go longer time periods without needing a meal. The longest I went though was probably like a week.

"Damnit Mochi! stop doubting your self.." I smacked my self on the side of the head a few times, as if trying to empty the thought out of my thinking space. I sighed and walked right in with my head high. I wanted to feel at least a little bit confident before I met my awaiting doom. But despite that I proceeded to sit at the most empty table in the entire cafeteria. Only Buck was sitting there. They practically drank themselves unconscious! I could smell the alcohol matting their fur all the way over here, I was sure others could to. I'm starting to wonder now, what if I started drinking? I am a mentally ill cannibalistic monster, maybe it'd help at least one of those if I used it right. Nah, I don't want to end up like Buck.