Just A Monster (KP FIC)

19

I woke up with a stir, I could barely even blink the sleep out of my eyes before I was hit with multiple conflicts.

Pretty much my entire body was in pain. I couldn't tell if it was because I was laying on the ground or the food that I ate last night messed me up more then I originally intended it to. I was surprised I even remembered what happened, sure I've been in situation way worst to the point I'd pass out, but I genuinely expected to forget everything that happened in the span of an entire week considering how much food I ate. I attempted to sit up but the way my bones felt when I put pressure on them made me fear I might dislocate them if I managed to do so at all. I simply sighed and lied back down, finding no use in destroying my self more then I already had tonight.

There were so many things wrong with the atmosphere I awoke in. Sprinklekit wasn't right there strangling me awake in a fit of worry and I couldn't hear the friendly chatter of the other goos outside of the cafeteria. This was usually normal, I've made it a habit to fall asleep (if I ever managed to sleep at all) late and wake up even later, I can very vaguely remember I woke up after the cafeteria closed, it was the first time I worried for my safety in a while. Shockingly I've managed to wake up earlier then Sprinklekit which was in this case incredibly abnormal, nobody would believe how early they wake up every morning until they pulled an all nighter to watch them get up long before the lights were scheduled to switch on.

I tried to sit up again, this time doing so swiftly so I didn't have to wait through the strained feeling in my body to fade, this only made it worse. I felt sick to my stomach mere seconds afterwards, instantly throwing my paws over my muzzle in order to stop the flow of puke that I knew would arrive. I waited it out and eventually realized it was a different kind of the multiple types of sick I constantly feel but remained cautious. I looked around, my eyes landing on the sleeping figure of Sprinklekit. It took me some time to find them since it was still dark but nothing is to difficult when their snoring like a damned dinosaur. I couldn't help but smile despite how terrible I was feeling and possibly looked. I rarely ever saw them this peaceful anymore, isn't that silly? Commenting on the fact that your best friend also roommate barely ever sleeps because your an active cannibal constantly looking for prey? No, it isn't.

I lightly pressed a single paw to my stomach, I felt as if I wasn't able to feel it since I woke up but the nerves quickly returned after the sudden contact. I wish I hadn't done so because I had this urge to scream and cry the moment I caught I sense of that empty feeling. I was still starving, and the food I ate barely lasted me the night. I could almost hear my stomach start to snarl at me and the voices, who were once silent, quickly followed after.

Even though they were just voices and didn't have any physical looks or forms until.. Shade.. I could've sworn something else must've triggered them beforehand. They sounded so enraged, more then usual. I must've awaken them? If they slept at all it must've pissed them off that they had to wake up to the aching pain. I'm sure they'd get used to it, I'm the one enduring it 24/7. I growled lightly, hoping to intimidate something that wasn't even alive so they could stay silent every once in a while was a daily activity now. They didn't stop, they only got louder and more teasing with the demands. I lied back down, this time onto my stomach, maybe something lying around on the ground would impale me and distract me from the pain. Of course that'd never happen, 1; because it was a floor and not a temple highly enforced with traps top to bottom and 2; because Sprinklekit was fully dedicated to their work, whenever we were lacking customers they'd occupy themselves with repeatedly wiping one area with a dry cloth or sweeping this floor twice every 10 minutes. The chances of something, let alone a fatal weapon being here and killing me are below the negative.

The thought gave me the ick, for a second I became fearful something like that would actually happen and sat up again, this time taking the time to do so slowly rather then killing my self doing sit ups. I looked at Sprinklekit again, they groaned before rolling onto their side and continuing to snore. I was frozen the entire time, hoping I hadn't accidentally woke them up while cursing at my consciousness. Even though they were clearly still asleep I resorted to remaining still and just staring at them. I daydreamed about how I would look sleeping the way they were, maybe even having a dream? I can't remember the last time I had a dream but I knew it was long before I started eating the people within them. The last thing I've had that was closest to a dream was that nightmare, it made me wonder if the voices in my head were my victims. I didn't want to go into THAT thought, let alone any more thoughts at all. I wiped a paw across my face in an attempt to clear my mind and it worked for the time being.

I crawled beside Sprinklekit. They had a few bags filled with soft foods under their head and it worked as a pillow. I didn't bother trying to share it between the two of us, I guess I was starting to get used to sleeping on the pure tiled flooring. I curled into a ball, wrapping my arms around my knees and pulling them to my chin. The simple touch of their fur soothed me and I felt a little more safe. It seemed to have a similar effect on them as well because they wrapped one of their own arms in a secure manner around my head. I flinched at the sudden movement but quickly relaxed, probably more then I was before due to the affection I was receiving. So much more of that ever since I started eating people, shockingly.

I wanted to stay, I wanted to fall asleep in their arms, but considering how hungry I was it probably wasn't safe for either of us. I could wake up as an entirely different person and have no hesitance when it came to eating them alive. But what should I do? Leaving, like dying, would've been the better option for the both of us. But I couldn't keep away, despite everything I couldn't find the courage to just leave them alone. If not that I had to at least find an alternative, I had to find something to eat, I had to admit I had been avoiding it for a while now. I sighed, hesitantly sliding out of their arms and turning to them while still laying on my side. I hugged them tightly, making sure as not to wake them before I stood up and turned towards the exit, hoping to find my next meal.

I'm exhausted, and I've also been feeling down. Lord knows how many times I've considered discontinuing this book or ending it off early. I can't, I can't bring my self to make such a decision. I've never received so much support on a book and I am forever grateful for it.

I'm glad.

I'm glad I'm your favorite author.

I'm glad this is your favorite book.

I'm glad I was able to write a book you all found unique.

I'm not lying when I say these comments are the only thing that inspired me to keep writing this book apart from the fact this book was a passion I've had since I started writing it. You guys have made me feel like I'm different from other writers and I want to prove that to you. I'm not gonna leave this book on some bullshit cliffhanger and call it a story. It'll be completed eventually.

Until then I ask that you don't make comments regarding the amount of time I take to release chapters. It definitely gives me the confidence I need to write but I also feel rushed when it's mentioned.