Gosh This is HORROR-ble (Reincarnated as Horrortale Sans)

17: Eating Some Little Debbies

After the whole camera fiasco it's already night out, shockingly, so you and the gang eat dinner together, (this time Killer cooked, it was some killer meatloaf)

You're still shocked at how uncaringly Paps hugged you. He didn't even hesitate, now that you think back on it... you didn't not like it. You just flinched out of reflex.

Well that's enough thinking for tonight you think as you go to sleep. In your brand new lil nook of course, you enjoy the peace while it lasts.

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You're in your forest, on one of the days Jay isn't there with you. You don't know what makes this day so different. But you're so hungry. It's as if each of your bones are turning inside out in hunger. It's all you can do to just stay standing.

...Never mind, you can't even do that. You fall onto the soft snow, passing out. But waking up very soon after.

The hunger is even worse. You will do anything to get rid of the pain. You stalk around the forest. Sniffing constantly, trying to find something anything to eat.

What you smell... is the most delicious smell ever. You can't describe it, all you know is that you want- no, you need whatever is making that smell.

You slowly travel through the woods. Following the smell until you come across a little clearing, and a small figure standing inside it.

(Yo yo tw for gore, child death and cannibalism! Don't read this bit if you don't like that!! I'll tell you when it's over!!)

A small human child, standing there in a dirty pair of brown overalls and a purple and yellow striped shirt. You're just so hungry.... Anything will do, you're not in your right state of mind, you know that.... But... you just don't care.

You let out a low growl. Chuckling at the startled noise the kid makes, they trip over their own shoed feet. You slowly walk up to them. The dark illuminating your wide purple eye.

The child goes running. You smile showing off your sharp teeth Gosh a chase is exactly what you wanted today. you slowly go after them, making sure to be loud enough that they know you're there.

You follow after the kid until they give up, no longer being able to run. Legs trembling under them as the fall to the snowy ground. You ever so slowly step into view of the child. They wail for their mommy, for someone called "flowey" but no one came, only you.

They begin to scream, loud and high pitched, almost like a pig squealing. Hurting your ears, who does this brat think they are? Shut them up shut them up shut them up You jump at them, clawed fingers easily tearing into the soft flesh of their leg.

You smile as you peel the skin of their leg back, exposing muscle and flesh, juicy, juicy flesh it's red, red red blood. It's nice and warm and sticky. You like the sticky blood, it's warm, you like the warm, you're always so cold... your decomposing torso is cold you don't have blood anymore. You like the blood. Why does this child get to have their limbs and you don't? It's not fair. It's not fair it's not fair it's not fair

You quickly go in for a bite, tearing off the right leg in the process. You don't mind that its a little raw, adds to the flavor. You also don't mind the red blood soaking into the snow. Painting a red sunset with the blood, warm blood, sticky blood, warm blood sticky blood, warm blood sticky blood,