Just A Monster (KP FIC)

18

Cries in overworked underpaid wattpad writer

Incident after incident I would always end up back at the cafeteria. Whether it was murder or assault on another gootraxian I'd constantly regain consciousness in this specific area. I couldn't remember much of the events that followed, it was just a huge blur.

It was really late at night as of right now, the cafe had long since closed and I was still awake mindlessly standing and staring at the counter while Sprinklekit slept peacefully. I hadn't eaten in ages and it was starting to take effect, these damned voices reminding me every few seconds. I tried to control the urge to go out at this time. If I left I wouldn't be able to come up with a valid excuse for why I left home so late at night for both my self and Sprinklekit. Besides, with how badly I was currently bruised up I may not get far on my own, and if I did manage such a task I'd likely be beaten into a pancake by whoever I encounter. There really wasn't any use now. I was stuck, hungry, extremely tired, and injured, if I do manage to bring back a meal IF I go out I wouldn't even know how I did, I was in such a vulnerable state.

The thought must've driven me to madness because shortly afterwards a bit of drool dripped off of my chin and onto the counter, ick. I'd stop if I knew how, but when I attempted to lick away the already escaped saliva even more managed to slip it's way out. I cursed my self in both disgust and discomfort of the fact I couldn't control my own body. I put the both of my paws over my mouth in order to stop the flow. It may have helped but I definitely need some disinfectant type of shit on my paws afterwards. I sighed, wanting desperately to get some type of satisfaction. I wanted my aching belly to be full before I went to bed but it's not like I wasn't struggling to get any sleep either. I looked back towards the counter, realizing I was slowly leaning backwards and catching my self before I completely toppled over. There was still some warm human foods there, somehow. They would have been a fine treat if I were still on the normally balanced diet. That thought drove me to think that maybe they still could be.

I remember the last time I ate a human based food though, I nearly threw the hell up. They may not be good for me but maybe if I ate enough it could ever so slightly fulfill my need to be whole again. Who knows, maybe I'll pass out while doing so and finally get some shut eye, maybe it wouldn't have to much of an effect on my physical and mental state. I might just magically lose my appetite for gootraxian flesh in the process. I cringed slightly, knowing this act would cost me the rest of my dignity if it all hadn't been stripped from me in the past few months. If it does end up filling my stomach and making me pass out then it's a sacrifice that is well worth it. If it doesn't then it's a waste of my fucking time and I'm just destroying my self even more then I already have. Hell, while Sprinklekit and I were on our way back to the cafeteria they mentioned how "feral" I looked, and jesus were they right.

I had these protruding fangs sticking out of my mouth in an unorderly fashion, my claws and wings looked sharper then normal, and my fur was an absolute mess, I can't remember the last time I took the time to appreciate and groom it which was a daily thing I did in the past. I quickly shook the thought away, thinking about the past always brought me to tears. I knew it'd never be the same way again. Sure maybe I'd have been forgiven for taking my first blood from a complete stranger but I was to far gone now. Quit dwelling on the past Mochi.

Both hesitantly and swiftly, I snatched the entire tray of burgers off of the counter and held it upwards. I took a moment to really contemplate my next move, staring at the display and giving it a few whiffs. Unsurprisingly, it was gross, but not just any normal gross. It smelt like the entirety of the time I had been eating these things before came back to haunt them and give me an entirely new look on them. Every single bite I took reverting back to it's disgusting nature and causing me to nearly gag the biggest gag I have ever gagged. In an attempt to sooth my self on the task at hand I just made my anxiety jump up and down and squeal like a 3 year old. There was a part of my body telling me that this wasn't the best option but surprisingly the voices were encouraging it despite what happened the last time I did this. Like me, the need for food was driving them into a desperate state and making them careless as to what they now put in their mouths. I couldn't blame them, if I was forced to be fully dependent on one person and they were moping about in order to avoid taking care of me I'd be pissed off to.

I sighed once again, taking into account that there was no backing out of this even though I hadn't taken a bite yet. I considered eating them one at a time so if my body refused to eat them I wouldn't be throwing up all over the ground but I barely wanted to taste it at all. With all possible alternatives put into thought and consideration and no chance of survival if done otherwise, I tipped the entire tray in my direction and took all of the burgers in one huge bite. It wasn't difficult, I have swallowed somebody's arm whole. And surprisingly I didn't find any sort of difficulty when I actually swallowed them, I felt fine, still empty, but fine. Before I could tell my self, the voices advised me that I should eat more.

"Really? I didn't think of that." I sassed them. I looked over my shoulder to make sure Sprinklekit hadn't woken up. It didn't look like they'd be waking up any time soon, they looked dead. I looked back at the counter and set down the previous tray, grabbing the next that held a row of tacos on it. I knew if this were to have any effect or taste at all it'd be torcher since I never liked tacos. I didn't waste any time doing the same thing though, holding it upside down this time and barely managing to catch most of the raining foods. A few fell on the ground, really pissing me off. I could barely taste the tacos as I forced them down my throat, it was bitter and to taco tasting. I grumbled as I set the platter down, I was starting to feel a bit lightheaded from the forceful eating. Despite that I looked towards the tacos that didn't make it to my mouth. I didn't feel like I was controlling my self when I got onto my knees and ate every single last one of them, each bite making me even more confused and hurt in the head. I fell backwards once again, barely managing to catch my self with my arms before I caused a loud thud. Once I did however I felt my self weakening and lost the strength to hold my self up anymore. My body gave out, and I laid on the cold, tiled surface of the ground.

I hated to admit that I felt a little bit better. I was dizzy and rapidly losing consciousness but the pain had long since subsided as well as the voices. I smiled to my self, turning onto my side and finally getting some much needed rest.

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