high rise hearts ☆ lifesteal smp au

𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 ✦ ✫

𝘁𝘆𝗽𝗲: normal oneshot (cannibal au)
𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽𝘀: clownzy
𝘁𝘄: dead dove: do not eat (detailed/graphic descriptions of gore, torture, cannibalism)
𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆: n/a
𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝘅𝘁: altered version of my au where instead of stealing hearts, everyone eats body parts instead <3 (aka clown and branzy go on a "dinner date" and their main course is some rando)

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𝐏𝐎𝐕: clown

The buzzer on the wall gave a little ring. Once, twice, three times, before Clown got off the couch and answered. "Hello, who is it?" He said politely into the speaker. "Your boyfriend. Who, by the way, still doesn't have spare keys to your place." Clown laughs a little. "Oops, I forgot to get extras again." He buzzes Branzy in, smiling to himself.
He's opened the door already by the time Branzy gets up the stairs. Clown's leaning in the open doorway, wearing a crisp black suit and red tie. Branzy was wearing a dark purple suit and tie of his own, one he usually wore to special occasions. "Well hello there, handsome." He says with a little giggle, moving out of the way to allow Branzy passage inside. "Hello to you too," he says as he passes, surveying the apartment. Clown moves to stand beside him.
He's cleaned up the place a little- there's no longer any stuff on the floor or anything like that. The dining table has been set up especially well, with a small red candle and a vase of roses and lavender in the center. The candle lets off an elegant sort of fragrance- Clown's forgotten exactly what was labeled.
"Oh, so you've gotten fancy with this date, huh?" Branzy comments, moving to slide into one of the chairs set up. "Yup. Even got us a special main course- if you know what I mean." He shoots a grin at Branzy, one which other people might find a little intimidating but which Branzy found endearing. "Ooh, I'm excited..."
"Say, how'd you like to help me prepare it? I know you like these sorts of things..." Clown offers. He's entered the kitchenette and slides open one of the drawers, revealing an assortment of shiny, sharp knives. He grabs a cleaver and a smaller kitchen knife for himself, flipping them around and observing them. "Thought you'd never ask." Branzy gets up from the chair he'd been leaning in, standing beside Clown and picking out a standard knife.
"Mind holding the bag, then?" He motions to a cabinet under the sink, and Branzy nods, bending down to open the door and pulling out a large white plastic trash bag. "Alright, she's in the bathroom. C'mon!" He slides his mask in front of his face, and they proceed to the bathroom. Branzy's giddy with excitement, a devilish smile on his face, and Clown notes some pleasure in seeing him so happy.
They open the bathroom door to find a young woman around the same age as them tied up in an old wooden chair. Her hands and feet are bound together, her legs, neck and torso are bound to the chair, and she has a gag around her mouth preventing her from speaking. She's glaring daggers at both of them, although her expression clearly also betrays terror.
"Well, hello again. I've brought my friend now, so we can finally start with the procedure. Don't fret too much- you'll be just fine when you wake up in the respawn ward. Or at least I think so, anyways." The girl clearly isn't growing calmer- if anything, the wait is terrifying her more. He turns to whisper to Branzy: "Alright, we gotta work fast if we wanna get any of the meat before she dies."
Branzy gives him a standard nod of agreement, and Clown unties the gag from the girl's mouth. "You lying bastard! Let me GO, you fucking sickos!" She starts struggling, and Clown quickly grabs her head and pries open her mouth with one surprisingly strong hand. "Now, we can't have you screaming all those vile words, can we?" He chuckles to himself before pulling out his smaller knife and swiftly chopping off her tongue.
The girl makes gutteral noises of pain, watching as Clown tosses the pink and red severed slab into Branzy's bag. Blood flows from her open mouth, and tears glisten on her cheeks. "Aw, don't cry-" He says in a mocking, high-pitched voice, sliding one thumb over her face. He slips his finger in his mouth. The taste is salty and coppery, a flavor Clown quite enjoys.
"Hey, can I chop off the arms?" Branzy interrupts, the bag sliding from his grasp a little. "Oh, of course dear." Clown hands over his cleaver and grabs the bag, allowing Branzy to loosen the girl's bindings and sever both of her arms. The cleaver sliced cleanly through the flesh and bone, allowing Branzy to grab both of the arms with a slightly maniacal smile. The girl's eyes widen comically, and more anguished noises rise from her bleeding lips as she continues to shake around in her chair.
The wounds from the severed limbs gush with blood, oozing like hellish crimson rivers all over the tiled floor. Branzy waves one of the arms around in front of the girl's face: "Ooh, look it's your arm!" but is quickly chastised by Clown to throw it in the bag so they can continue. He obliges with a sigh.
"I'll get the legs, then we can just kill her I guess. Don't think we're gonna finish all this anyways-" Clown gestures for the cleaver, which he is nicely handed. He crouches to carve off the girl's ankle, throwing aside the detatched foot. With a goopy splatter, it hits the wall, trailing crimson in ribbons down to the floor. He then slices through her thigh, separating it and throwing the dripping hunk of meat into the bag.
"Can I chop off the last one though?" Branzy makes a grabbing motion for the cleaver. Clown chuckles and hands Branzy the cleaver. He takes his time sawing through the girl's ankle, but by now she's fainted, most likely from blood loss. "Aww, that's disappointing." he comments when Clown points it out, and chops off her last leg a lot faster.
"Alright, our job's done then. Lemme just leave her a little something." Clown briefly runs his hands through some sink water, dries them, and pulls a little slip of paper from his bathroom drawer. He rolls it up and sticks it in a tangle in her flowy brown hair. He already know what it says: Trust me, we'll know if you tell.
"And I assume you'd like to do the final honors, dear?" He turns to Branzy, who looks quite eager to do so. With one fluid motion, he plunges the knife straight into the girl's chest. She disappears in a puff of smoke, leaving behind a shimmering little heart. Clown strides over and scoops it up, spinning it between two of his fingers.
He turns to Branzy, lifting his mask with one hand and presenting the heart in his outstretched, bloodstained palm. "For the one and only Branzy, who managed to steal the heart of the deadliest criminal in New York City." Clown gives him a flirtatious smile, and Branzy gives a wide grin in return. "Aww, that's so sweet of you Clown." He takes the heart, which briefly glows before vanishing in a small shower of white sparkles.
"Anything for you, babe." He hoists up the plastic bag full of body parts. "You can clean yourself up, I'll be cooking." The silver-haired man nods, turning on the faucet to wash his hands. Clown picks his way around the many large puddles of blood on the floor, smiling to himself. He'd make sure tonight's dinner was the best they'd ever had.

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𝗮/𝗻: i swear i'm not crazy i swear i just wanted to write a dead dove fic T^T what do you guys think of this though? i was thinking i didn't add enough detail xD oh well, it's about time i got some gore in here anyways. either way this was bloody wholesome. oneshot was inspired by vane lily's song "butcher vanity," give it a lil listen lol (ps: sorry if i gave anybody trauma, i did warn you)

𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: i do not endorse cannibalism or torture irl, nor am i implying that any lifestealers would engage in this activity <3

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