January 1st, 2024
Day Nine
"I hope you're content with this, JJ."
"It's certainly something. I can say now, you've officially made up for last time."
"That's great news. Truly, I'm grateful for your forgiveness. Thank you."
Besides being with Mikey, this was JJ's favorite thing to do. In his and Alfred's private little place, he could do anything he wanted to his captured victims, and nobody would ever hear or find out about it. It was simply too far away from the sleeping residents to catch anyone's attention.
That freedom gave JJ so much thrill and euphoria.
Tonight, the person here was already dead. Usually, JJ would be pissed off about that, but he was instead relieved. He didn't have the energy to kill anyone right now.
JJ cut into the stomach, brining out the intestines and immediately began to consume them. At this point, he no longer thought of it as cannibalism; a disgusting crime that needed to be kept a secret at all costs. But rather just a different way of eating; a strange type of diet. It made him feel less paranoid about being discovered, which was good in his mind. He didn't need any more paranoia than he already had.
The happiness and satisfaction he felt as the organs were forced into his body gave him an unusual spike of gratitude for the person that brought it to him. So, JJ sliced off a few parts and tossed them at Alfred's feet, saying nothing as he continued his meal.
Alfred stared at the offering in surprise. Usually, he wouldn't be able to get anything unless there were leftovers, but it seemed that tonight was different. After fully comprehending that it was for him, he immediately started devouring it, neither of them having a single care of how deranged and desperate they looked. They were alone, after all.
"Thank you so much for this," Alfred said with his mouth full. "Is there a reason for your generosity?"
"This is just so filling, and you're the one who brought it to me. Don't think about it too much."
"As you wish."
There was at least a minute of silence until Alfred started talking again, having finished his share already.
"It's going to feel so refreshing when we finally get to leave this crammed base. Once the black market gets up and running again, that's when we'll be rich. I promise you, JJ, this is the right kind of thing to get into - I'm well off already, and I've only been doing this for a year! It will only get better once we leave here."
JJ stopped eating for a moment. He resisted a laugh, amused at his obliviousness. Bursting his bubble was going to be to fun.
"I wish I could leave here... but I can't." He started. "Neither can you, and neither can anyone else."
"Well, they can't, no." Alfred strangely seemed to be agreeing with him for the most part. "But us? Of course we will. Those stupid killer clowns won't even get to do so much as glance at us before we've escaped."
"We're not special. They're going to kill all of us." JJ was slightly impressed that he seemed to know that the killer clowns were going to come eventually, but as of how he knew, he wasn't sure. But nonetheless, he didn't lose his temper just yet because of it. "How would we even escape, anyway? We couldn't outrun them, nor could we beat them in any other kind of way. They're too powerful."
"We don't have to even worry about facing them." Alfred continued. "We'll already be in the elevator by the time they break in."
"The... the what?"
