Wrong Side//Quackbur

chapter 4

Tw: mention of arson, cursing, mention of murder, blood mention, dead body mention, not eating, blacking out, cannibalism,

Quackity's POV:

"At least I don't commit arson for a living" i replied. "Don't f*cking disrespect me in my own home!" He yelled out angrily. "Okay, jeez calm down." I replied.

"You really think you're all it?!" He said. "I do, actually, If I wasn't you'd probably would have k!lled me by now" i said.

He scoffed and got up. "You do not disrespect your elders!" He shouted. "elders? How do you know you are older?" I asked. "Because I just f*cking do! Alright! That's it you've disrespect me enough!" He yelled.

Did he really think I was scared. "Uh huh" I replied. He grabbed my arm and dragged me to some creepy basement.

My parents used to do this to me, I didn't really mind. For now, he's treated me better then my parents ever have.

He pushed me down the stairs and I hit my head and black out.

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I woke up, I was still in the cold, lonely and disgusting basement. It was nasty, blood everywhere and bodies everywhere.

The only light I had was a small window, too small for me to crawl out. By the looks of it, I had been asleep for 6 ish hours maybe more, definitely not less than 6 hours tho.

I was hungry, I hadn't eaten anything today, not breakfast, not lunch nor dinner.

Oh well, maybe I can finally starve the fat off of me. Oh sh!t, I need to take my binder off.

Yes, I am trans. Don't tell me you're transphobic!

I was born a girl but even at a young age I 'acted' more like a boy. At age 15 I wanted to cut my hair short, like a boy.

My parents instead brought me to therapy. When I was 15. The therapist reported them to child protection surveillance (or whatever it's called).

My parents found out and moved countries. That's how I ended up from Mexico to England.

I took my shirt off, and I quickly took my binder off as it could be dangerous to have it on for a while.

I laid on the bloody ground, on my stomach. And put my arms around my head. But my binder was between my head and my arms.

It took about an hour but I fell asleep.

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It's now been three full days. I haven't eaten, slept well or drank anything. To be honest I'm starting to want to eat the dead bodies and drink their blood.

But no! I can't! I'm not a cannibal.

I also put my binder back on, I haven't taken it off in two days. I know it's dangerous, but I have bigger problems right now.

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I can't! I need to eat! My stomach is hurting so much! It's been five days.

The bodies look so good..

Maybe a small bite.. won't hurt anyone? They're dead anyways.

Well, that small bite turned into my eating the entire body. The only thing left was the bones.

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It's been a week..

I've eaten almost all the bodies! I can't stop.. it's an addiction but it's soooo good.

I've explored a bit, and found a fireplace. I crushed up all the bones and burned them.

No evidence left behind my crimes..

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It's been a week and a half..

I've been seeing things. And they aren't humans..

I wished Wil could open this door, I'd do anything! You name it I'd do it!

These hallucinations have been making me go crazy..

I've had many panic attacks in the last day and mental breakdowns.

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It's been two weeks..

I've accepted the fact that this is my fate.

I'm going to die alone in a basement shoved in a corner.

I've found peace in the fact I was dying. I know it sounds weird.

I'm crying, of happiness? Sadness? Disappointed? I didn't even know.

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It's been a month maybe two..?

I've lost count..

I've eaten all the bodies, I'm covered in blood and I crushed all their bones and put them in the fireplace..

I'm in the far corner. I could see everything and anything but they couldn't see me.

I probably looked insane. I mean, I'm covered in blood, I have organs all around me, my hair is a mess and I'm rocking back and forth.

The door finally opened, but I didn't move from my insane position. I knew that this was a trick to make to continue at life.

I finally saw someone step in. More like people. There was Wil, a blonde and someone with pink hair.

"Sorry about the dead bodies.." Wil said. "What dead bodies..?" Asked the blonde. Wil looked around in shock. "I had so many dead bodies in here! Where are they!?" He said angrily.

I was still rocking back and forth but I was staring at them. "Wil, I don't feel safe here I feel like I'm being watched.." the blonde said. "Oh come on. It's only a basement. No one here expected for us." The pink hair responded.

The pink hair and Wil look at each other before sprinting upstairs locking him in with me.

He ran up the stairs and begged to be let out. After a while he calmed down.

"Calm down.. you're alone.. let's explore.." he said to himself. I could see him opening doors.

Finally, we made eye contact. "What the hell.. who are you?!" He shouted, he was scared.

"Food?" I asked, looking at him. "No.. I'm Tommy" he replied. "You look food" I replied. I hadn't spoken in two months. I got up still shaking intensely.

"Don't come closer.." he replied. "What's your name..?" He asked. "I- Quackity?" I questioned myself. "The hero?" He asked. I smiled remembering the memories.

"Why are you here..?" He asked. "ALRIGHT, TOMMY COME BACK UP!" we heard. "FOOD!" I yelled before sprinting towards him.

He ran out before I could catch him, sadly no food for me. I was too slow. Maybe mom was right? Maybe I should die? No nice lady said not to.