Non-art book

Table for Two

Okay so I'm kind of obsessed rn with this game called Dead Plate. It's basically one of those diner dash games, where you have to serve customers at a restaurant before they leave from losing their patience like the karens they are. Except this one's a horror game and the hot emo chef wants to eat you. Literally. The main character is Rody, who's trying to get money to go somewhere nice with his girlfriend that he denies temporarily broke up with him.

SO OBVIOUSLY RODY AND VINCE (aforementioned emo chef) ARE GAY /j

Seriously if you play/watch the game you would agree with me XD

Anyway I rewrote the ending "Best Served Hot" but instead of Rody killing Vince and burning the restaurant to the ground they're gay. Enjoy.

The only things I must mention specifically for context is that Vince lost his sense of taste at a young age, which is the entire reason they're fighting, and that Manon was Rody's girlfriend.

TW: Cannibalism, blood, censored profanity

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That face.

That face in that golden locket, stained with a splatter of dark crimson blood.

One side was my own face, but that didn't interest me. It was the girl on the other side, half covered by the blood. I didn't even need to clean the glass protector to know that it was her face. Her face.

"M-Manon...?" I didn't expect the locket to answer, but my brain wasn't quite processing the situation. Tears pricked the edge of my vision, my hands trembling as I clutched the locket.

"O-oh god... oh god..."

It was getting harder for me to breathe. I could hardly believe what I was seeing. What the truth was.

He was... was he... is that what...

A presence loomed behind me. Slowly I turned my head.

Dark eyes glared with furious intent, yet apologetic remorse at me before the world went dark.

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I couldn't move.

It was cold - I was still in the freezer. Something dug into my arms. I groaned as my eyes opened, my head throbbing. My vision was fuzzy in the dark, cold room, but I managed to finally make out the door just a few feet in front of me.

I tried to move my arms. Rope dug into my skin through my white sleeves. Immediately panic set in, and I began to writhe on the ground, trying to free myself from the bindings. No luck - they were tied tight.

A flicker of memory crossed my mind - the matches! I have those matches I bought! I fumbled in my pocket until my hand wrapped around a small box. Carefully I turned onto my back so I could see my hands as I shakily opened the box, pulled a wooden stick from inside, and lit it ablaze. Soon I'd burned through the ropes and was free.

The door was locked. I needed something to break the window with. I quickly glanced outside - the kitchen was dark and empty. I glanced at a large hunk of meat hanging from the ceiling and at the industrial saw in the corner, and quickly formed a plan in my shaken mind.

With a piece of animal bone that I now possessed after cutting through the meat, I smashed the window. Careful so I wouldn't cut my arm on the glass, I reached my hand through the window and wrapped my hand around the handle, unlocking it and pushing through.

The room was dark (and much warmer than the freezer). There was one single light on across the room, something laying underneath it. Nervously I walked across the kitchen and looked at it.