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Picky Eating | Ashley X Male!reader

Ashley: Of course it's a great idea! Come on!

Y/n: We won't... you know...?

Ashley: Oh come on... of course not! We'll just raid his shelves, nothing else! We don't have to eat him!

The fact that she already knew what I was talking about is unnerving at best. Still, the bit of hope that Ashley will eventually turn around is still inside of me... God, I really, REALLY hope she's not gonna do it...

Ashley and I crossed to the other balcony, obviously retaining all carefulness. Just the sight of how big of a theoretical fall it is makes me queasy.

Ashley: Look Y/n! No hands!

Well, clearly someone is suicidal.

Y/n: I'd rather you not.

Ashley: Oh~ you care about me... that's new.

I just groan as my default response to her usual behaviour whenever I give a shred of a fuck about her.

Y/n: Get over to the other side. I'm getting tired of having to stare at your ass.

Ashley, as she moves said ass forward, replies

Ashley: Wow... thanks...?

I would've given a witty response if not for what I saw inside the cultist's apartament. Or rather what was left of him... his remains scattered around the floor. His guts writing "Food" on the surface. This is disgusting... who could've done this?

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Ashley: Y/n... wake up... we've got breakfast

Ashley tries waking Y/n up with her usual cheery tone, but this time to no success. He's dead asleep. Therefore, she decides to raise her voice a little

Ashley: Y/n? Hello?

Y/n is still dead as stone, despite Ashley's best attempts at waking him up. She comes closer to his bed to nudges him a little bit. She keeps the caring, yet uncharacteristic of her, tone of voice, and starts gently shaking his forearms.

Ashley: Y/n... wake up...! Breakfast is ready...!

Y/n slowly wakes up, while murmuring some words that Ashley can't quite make out

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Ashley: Good morning, sweet heart!

Well, that's a relief. But I'm not exactly sure which is worse. The fact that this isn't the first time that nightmare had occurred, or the fact that the person that planted said nightmare into me woke me up.

Y/n: Mornin'...

I still can't get that image out of my head... it's unnerving, grotesque, and absolutely inhumane in what state that man is in.

I groan as I pinch my nose and self my eyes shut, hoping to flood that thing with positive thinking, to no avail...

Ashley: Is something wrong?

Y/n: Take a fucking guess.

Ashley stops for a second before giving a completely unrelated reply

Ashley: Your girlfriend broke up with you, and now you're trying to cope?

That's... not what I was looking for

Y/n: In what way am I coping right now? Also, no.

Ashley: What is it then, Y/n?

I gather my thoughts to make sure what I say comes through

Y/n: I just... I still can't get over the fact you've just eaten that cultist guy, like it's nothing. Humans don't eat humans, Ashley!