Owen oneshots

Unhealthy delusions

Trigger warning(s): thoughts of harming someone/oneself, depictions of gore/disturbing imagery, dissociative thoughts (?), thoughts of cannibalism, forced eating, cannibalism

First person POV
POV: Owen
Owen's age: 16/17

I stare at the full length mirror, my eyes void of any emotion or... anything, really. I was looking at myself in the mirror, but it felt like I wasn't really looking at me. It felt like I was looking at nothing, as if I were looking straight through my mirror and into a black void.

My fingers lazily drag across my leathery skin. But I couldn't feel it. I couldn't feel... anything anymore. Too much nerve damage or something. I dunno. I wasn't listening when the doctors were talking. I was too busy replaying the scene in my mind to focus on their words.

Maybe I could just... cut off my skin so that there wouldn't be any scars. So that there would be a fresh start...

I shake my head slightly.

Well, that was some fucked thoughts. Either way, school. I need to get ready.

I move away from my mirror as I begin to dress myself.

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I sit down at my desk once I put everything I didn't need in my locker, placing my books on to my desk.

Math. I fucking hate math. Mainly because I was taught everything entirely out of order before we moved to America. Hell, they attempted to teach us two digit by two digit multiplication before three digit addition. When we were in first grade. I'm not sure how that was even legal, nor if it was legal. But I'm thankful I'm in a school that can properly teach us.

I stare at the door as everyone slowly drags their legs across the floor and in to the classroom. Everyone seemed fatigued, despite it being the last class of the day. Likely because it was a Monday. No one really has energy on Mondays. Including myself.

I continue to scan the people that came in with my eyes before my gaze locked on to someone: Momota. Specifically his neck.

It.. looks... Tasty...

I could just cut them up... I wonder what seasonings would be good with flesh. Or if any seasons would taste good with human meat. It would probably be better to eat him unseasoned..

I immediately shake my head and rip my eyes from him, internally berating myself for such thoughts. What was wrong with me? Ever since the experimentation, I've been having these sick thoughts. But... Why? Is it some sort of animalistic urge? Am I losing my humanity or something?

I let out a deep sigh and look out the window, trying to distract myself. I can't let these thoughts get to me. I have to either fight or ignore them. I can't. I shouldn't.

..God, I'm tired...

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A black void. Only for a few seconds. I open my eyes, only to see myself sitting at the head of a table. Raw meat and what looked to be intestines and organs were presented on plates, too many to count. The plates and table were covered in some sort of red liquid. I watch myself grab a leg of sorts.

Wait...

... that's a human leg..

I watch as I bite down into the thigh of a human. Who? I don't know. I watch as my teeth dig into the thigh, tearing a large chunk off and chewing slowly, as if savouring the flavour. It keeps eating and eating until only the bone was left. It picks up another limb, an arm, and begins to gnaw on the bicep of it for a few seconds before looking up. It stares back at me. It offers me the arm.

I quickly shake my head. It frowns at me, it's ears going down.

This... This isn't me. This.. it can't be me. Whatever this is in front of me... It's not me.

It comes towards me. I squirm, but I'm unable to move. I look down. I'm tied to the chair. I look back up at it as it draws closer.

Once it's close enough, it forces my mouth open before forcing a part of the arm into my mouth. It starts to open and close my jaw, forcing me to chew the vile thing while making eye contact. It's eyes were just... Dead. Empty. There was nothing. Before there was something.

As the forced chewing comes to an end, it looks at me with a sadistic look. It sticks it's hand into my mouth. I writhe around in the chair. It slowly pushes down on the flesh in my mouth, closing my airways, forcing me to swallow so I can breath. The taste was like pork. I hated pork.

Once it's done forcing me to consume the meat, I felt an overwhelming urge to puke. I knew that if I puked it all up, it would probably just force me to eat more of that disgusting slab of meat, so I force my body to keep in my bile. I didn't want any more. I just wanted this nightmare to end.

"Let... L-let me go..." I begged quietly. It stared at me for a few seconds before letting out a small chuckle.

"Why? Isn't this what you wanted? To taste the flesh of a human?" It asked. I shake my head.

"No... I.. I-I don't want this! Let me go! Let me go!" I cry as I writhe around more in my restraints, trying to get out to no avail.

"Well... You're not going to be let out any time soon. You have to finish your supper..." It says.

"It'd be rude not to." It adds as it grabs a small slab of meat. It looked like it was cut off from someone's thigh or a chubby person's waist.

"Say 'Ahhh'...~" It says as it starts to bring the bloody piece of fat towards my mouth with a warm and genuine smile. Normally it would be a comforting sight, but with the circumstances, it was unnerving.

"Stop, s-stop! Stop! "

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"Owen? Wake up." I hear someone's voice speak to me as they shake my body. I open my eyes just to see my teacher's face. I glance around the classroom, only to see no one there.

"Everyone went home already, Owen." She says. A let out a small groan as I lift my head from my desk.

"..Are you okay, Owen? You were crying." She asks with a soft, concerned smile.

I give her a confused look before wiping my cheek and looking down at my hand, seeing my glove now glistening a bit.

"Ah. I was..." I mutter.

"It's... I'm fine. Just a really bad dream.." She lets out a hum in response to my words.

"Do you wanna tell me about it?" She asks.

"Uhm... No.. I forgot most of it by now anyways..." I respond in a polite tone.

That was a lie. I remembered it vividly. But I didn't want anyone to know that I just had a dream involving cannibalism. Everyone would look at me as if I was a freak.

...Well, I am a freak, but that's not the point.

"..Either way. I need to get back home. Thank you for waking me up, Ma'am." I say to her as I stand up, grabbing my books.

"Mhm, of course... If you need anything, just tell me, okay?" She asks. I give her a nod before walking out of her classroom.

What is wrong with me...?

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