Stuck up prick

A date?!?

                                                        TW! I have abit of gore in this chapter!



Will gets home, and rests his leg, watching abit of sherlock before drifting off, dreaming about Redbeard being his, a big smile creeps apon his face as he sleeps when suddenly his slumber is disturbed by a phone call, he grunts and sits up, checking his phone, of course, a random number, he answers and the voice on the other end is familiar. "hello Will? I wanted to check up on you", Will is rendered speechless, "Hannibal?!??" , the man on the other end of the phone chuckles alittle, "someone sounds alittle exited~"
"how did you get my number??"
"that is- unimportant"
"whatever, what are you doing calling me at this time of night?"
"Like I said Will, checking up on you"
he sounds genuinely like he cares about Will, so he gives in, to reassure him, that's all.
"well alright, my leg's fine, I can stand on it abit now, so it's healing over I suppose, still hurts abit but it's healing up well"
Will can hear a soft, calm sigh from the other end of the phone, he chuckles at this alittle.
"you alright there Hannibal?"
" of course I am Will, I'm fine, just glad to hear you're alright, uhm- before I hang up, may I ask you over for dinner tomorrow night, you'll take my bus with me back, and I'll cook some food for you"
"you mean like-.... A date?! is your family ok with that?"
the other end of the phone goes silent, an awkward kind of silence, crickets can almost be heard in the back, and Hannibal speaks in a dark chilling tone, basically telling Will to never talk about them again.
"they are- out of town..."
"oh- Hannibal, I'm sorry- well, you know what, yeah, I'll come around for dinner, sure, I'll see you at the bus stop"

Hannibal chuckles and says goodbye, he has something to do before heading off to rest, he puts the phone down and gets back to what he was doing, he kicks at a chair with someone in it who's bound and crying at this point. "you filth, think you can hurt him and get away with it?" Hannibal's tone is deep and intimidating as the man in the chair cries out for forgiveness, "Please- please I'm so sorry I won't hurt him again!" Hannibal looks down at him, with a dark expression, "no, you won't because you're not going to be around to hurt him" his hisses out at the man sitting in the chair. "tell me Francis, why do what you did to him?" Hannibal leans in close to the other's face who now has dissolved into a breakdown. this pisses Hannibal off more, he gets the large butchers knife he had on his table, the painters mat underneath the chair to make clean up easy for him in this moment, the plastic suit over his body and gloves make it so he doesn't get his expensive clothing stained.

he swings the knife around before re-focusing on his target, sweat dripping down his forehead mixes with the streaming tears down his face, a bit of blood from a cut under his left eye, Hannibal stands intimidatingly over the man, caressing the blade with two fingers along the sharpened edge, he steps closer to his victim, kneeling down, bringing the blade up to his right shoulder, "nonono! wait plEAse!!" Francis' voice breaks as he pleads for any kind of mercy at all, Hannibal digs the knife deep into Francis' shoulder, earning a guttural scream out of him, the red oozing from his shoulder like a strawberry gumdrop, the amount increases as Hannibal drives the knife further into his crying victims arm, cutting through the bone with a large agonising push, cutting through the rest of his arm in the process.

Francis panicked, looking down stupidly, seeing his own arm on the floor made him freak out more. Hannibal picks up the arm, grinning at it before putting it on a metal table-top. Eventually re-focusing on the other arm, "I swear if you don't stop wriggling around I'll make this even more painful for you-". Hannibal hisses out at Francis who looks up in panic still, he looks as if he's about to pass out, Hannibal slaps the sides of his face to keep him awake, "stay awake you human filth" Francis winces at Hannibal's words, he snaps abit and in one large swing cuts Francis' other arm off, earning yet another blood curdling scream from him, where his arm used
to be, dipping with gooey looking blood. 

Soon enough the pain reaches his head and he falls unconscious, Hannibal rolls his eyes in annoyance before preparing Francis like one of his designs adding alittle personal touch,  crafting a set of deer antlers out of sticks and sticking them into the headless neck, stepping back to admire his work he portions up the meat he had collected and sorting it in a large walk in freezer he had 'invested in for his cooking career'.

he admires his work before butchering the rest of it up for future meals, especially tomorrow's dinner. Hannibal flicks through his recipe books for the perfect meal to make Will for Dinner, maybe a simple steak, no he wanted something indirectly romantic, he finds a recipe for 'classic beef chateaubriand, this'll be the main dish, sides will be added, he smiles at his discovery. Hannibal now turns his attention to cleaning up and showering, going over to where he'd set up Francis for his inevitable death. "I hate rude people" he mutters to himself while cleaning up the mess he had made, at this point he's just about done with all the cleaning when his phone randomly rings, he looks at the screen seeing the name he saved Will's number under 'Will<3.g' a smile comes across his face instantly and he answers right away "hello Will" Will chuckles a little
''hey, I wanted to know if I needed to bring anything tomorrow? as a thank you or-""no no, it's alright there is no need, my treat, you go rest up, you need it"
"y-yeah alright, bye Hannibal"
"goodbye Will, stay safe"
after confirming the number was Hannibal's he saves the number under 'Hannibal cookman' with a little sparkle next to it, as much as Will hated to admit it, he'd just made a new friend, he didn't have many of them but at least he had ones that count, one that would....literally kill for him. but he didn't know about Hannibal's murderous and cannibalistic tendencies, didn't really ever expect it, Will, before long, falls asleep with Winston in his arms , softly snoring, now dreaming of the next night and what could happen, startling him awake again, sweating and blushing alittle, Winston had gotten shocked and was ready to protect. Will lay back down, his hand over his face as he frowned at himself "I barley know him for fucks sake-" he muttered to himself as he closed his eyes over "but he's...so-...pr..." his sentence is cut off by him drifting off back to sleep, pink decorating his face, slowly drifting away as he did.