(TW: Murder :D)
As Jack finds nothing in John's bag, he realises it's too late for the two, and begins to sulk himself. Michael finishes sharpening his knife, and walks up to Jack. "What are your final words, Jack?" Michael asks, looking at him with a sly smile.
"You're a monster, Michael Groth!!" John yells, as Michael stops in his track. "Michael Groth?.. oh, he's long gone. It's just Michael now." Michael growls, before stabbing Jack in the gut. Jack dies instantly, and falls to the ground. He bleeds out, the blood just reaching John's shoes.
"Welp, that's out dinner sorted, huh?" Michael asks, picking Jack's corpse up. He places Jack on the table, and with the knife, cuts a finger off Jack. He then attempts to cook the finger over the candle, but the blood instead flares out the candle. Two candles are left. Michael's actually shook, as he attempts to light it with a lighter he forgot he had in his pocket. The lighter is out of gas, though.
John doesn't even care about Jack, knowing he's next anyways. But, instead, he gets a gentle pat on the head. "Hungry?" Michael asks, giving John Jack's corpse's veiny muscle. John seems grossed out, but eats it anyways, pretending it's something normal, like Chicken.
Michael smiles, and eats some himself. It's been less then a day, and someone's already dead.
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