Fundamental Survival

A Day Off

Groaning, I feel myself begin to wake up. My eye, or the area around it, was still in pain. My one good eye opens up and I realise I'm somewhere else entirely. My memory of what happened yesterday is hazy so I just had to do the best I could. Looking around the room I found myself in, it was so much more different to what I knew. The walls were painted a fresh cyan colour, I was laid on top of a warm bed and there was an actual window! 

Mutasim: Where am I...?

As cosy as this new place was, I wasn't sure if I wanted to stay. I had no idea who brought me here or if they were even a nice person. I lift the blanket off me and stand up. Upon standing, I take a look out of the window and see it was morning now. Students were on their way to schools. Taking a deep breath, I turn away from the window and head over to the door. I lean my ear against it to listen for anything on the other side. But there was nothing. Cautiously, I open the door and walk out into the hall. 

The floor was lined with a nice dark carpet and on the wall was a painting. Taking a closer look at it, I couldn't help but admire the colouring of it. It looked like a professional had made it. Turning away from the wall, I walk down the stairs. I find myself standing at the front door and contemplate escaping right now. But a heavenly aroma filled my nose. Whatever it was, it came from further in the house on the ground floor. 

The temptation to escape was still there, but my stomach grumbled and I felt weak. It had been such a long time since I had something proper to eat. Gulping quietly, I bend my knees and begin sneaking into the kitchen. 

Upon entering the kitchen, the heavenly aroma was intoxicating. If it lasted forever, I'd probably end up staying here. Be a nice change of pace from smelling my own blood. I crawl under the table and see a pair of legs next to a stove. A low joyful hum emanated from the person cooking. At first, I didn't recognise them, but then I saw the compass for an arm and I immediately knew who brought me here. It was my Maths teacher, Ms Circle! 

I take a silent deep breath and peek out from under the table. Her back was turned to me and she wore white shorts which stopped at thigh level, showing off her legs and rear. My cheeks flush red and I sneak back under the table, waiting for her to leave. She continued to cook for a little while longer before leaving the room. With her gone, I make my move and crawl out, rushing to the stove. 

Sat on the stove was a fresh pancake which was filled with Nutella and topped with whipped cream and Hershey's chocolate sauce! A little bit of drool trickles down my lip and I immediately pick the pancake up, shoving it into my mouth. After finishing that pancake, I turn to the side and see there were more! I wasted no time, devouring as much as I could get my hands on. 

Before I even knew it, I had finished the entire pile of pancakes, sparing none. But even after eating all those pancakes, I still felt hungry. At least, just a little bit. I turn around, but my heart stops as I lay eyes on a tall figure standing in the doorway. My eye widens and I feel my breath catch in my throat. 

Mutasim: N-No... 

I back up against the counter, letting out rapid breaths. To my surprise, the cannibal teacher just held me in a hug, rubbing her normal hand on my back. 

Ms Circle: It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you. And I'm glad you enjoyed my cooking so much. 

She pats my back before taking a step back, grinning lightly. Seeing her be this passive and warm felt... Different. It felt nice, but I was still weary of her. Especially considering she was chasing me down the other day. 

She told me to sit down at the table and started to make some more food. I keep my gaze down on the table, but I occasionally glance at the taller woman. She continued to hum a tune as she made more pancakes.