Starvation - Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss x Male!Reader

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[A/N: WARNING! This part may include explicit descriptions of murder and etc. Skip this chapter if you don't want to be disturbed.]

It's always present in each of us. Never ceasing. . .Never leaving. . .Never forgettable.

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Hunger

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'Mommy? What is that man doing?. . .Mommy, where are you?'

Spoke a small whisper of a child with long, unkempt hair that covers it's eyes.

It stared at someone on all fours eating something. . .or rather, someone.

The head of the  consumer turned to the child. Curious and salivating, but. . .corruptive.

'Hey there Kiddo. . .Where's your mama?'

The voice asked in rather concerningly gleeful tone. The child responded.

'I-I don't know. . .She just left me in an alleyway and I've been waiting for 4 hours. . .I'm. . .I'm so hungry. . .'

The man eyed the child, tilting his head, before a sinister smile plastered itself onto the face.

'Hungry, eh? Come along here now, I'll share with you my meal.'

Child winced and backed off slightly.

'M-Mommy told me not to trust strangers. . .'

Strange man sighed, before his tone took on more comforting side.

'IF I would have any ill intent, I would already do so. Come on, kiddo, I wanna help.'

Child hesitated for a moment. . .He's a stranger after all and he could be just pretending to be nice, only to hurt later. On the other hand, Mommy did leave for quite a long while now without a word. That alleyway was filled with rats, trash and smelled like a used bathroom appropriately to 1880s. . .

'O-Okay mister. . .'

Child approached the stranger. . .Step by step closing the distance without a worry, but nervousness. Moment he got close enough, Stranger quickly threw his hand out, grasping onto the child maliciously.

'Idiotic runt! Now you're becoming MY NEXT MEAL.'

Boy tried to flail and call for help, but hours of starvation left him weak in the voice and body. . .

There was nothing to be done to protect himself. . .Or was there?

'GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!'

Sinister Man shouted at the top of his deranged lungs, having a broken bottle jammed in his face. Boy wasn't strong in body, but he was observant and creative. When he was approaching the cannibalistic man, he stealthly picked up a glass bottle that was laying around. That was his potential self-defense tool.

But self-defense ended as quickly as the child began repeatingly stabbing the man in the face, throat and the chest. Arteries were skewered by the glass shards, eyes impaled by the sharp, rigid edges and the ribcage could be seen through gashes caused by the stabbing.

Child wasn't done until that man's head looked like a pile of gore with nothing but fragments of skull remaining. . .Like a broken plate that had a dish on it.

Kid jumped off from the carcass of the deranged psychopath, hyperventilating. . .

'Oh no. . .Oh no. . .I killed a person! I am a bad person! Oh no!'

Child grasped it's head with the bloodied hands, crying in panic. His mother was always saying that to go to heaven, he shouldn't do bad things.

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But who cares what Mommy said right now? Mommy left without a warning. . .Mommy left without a word said. . .Mommy abandoned him. Mommy was a bad person.

Stomach grumbled. . .still empty and no food in sight. No trashcans to dumpster dive for rotten remnants of organic waste.

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Slowly, the child began picking at the deceased cannibal's torso, using the glass as makeshift knife. . .Tearing chunks off of the torso and . . .Eating them.

At first, kid was repulsed. Who in the right mind wouldn't be?!

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But then. . .wave of bliss washed over the child, as if tasting something. . .truly good in a long while now. Kid wasn't fed good at all. Mommy ever since Daddy died has kept a strict diet of fresh oxygen and occasionally healthy water. . .Kid was simply. . .

Ｓｔａｒｖｉｎｇ

As ribcage revealed itself in it's grand glory, the child eyed the goodies locked behind the boney cage.
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After properly plundering the insides of the man, the child had a. . .happy smile.

Finally satisfied! Finally feeling euphoric! Finally fed!

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But that lingering hunger remained. . .The child needs more, so he focused on Ex-Cannibal's Meal which appeared to be more slender in appearance. . .young boy took no mind in ravaging through the cadaver's muscles, organs and flesh. . .

That

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Delightful Feast.

The child failed to notice a very minor detail. . .




Cannibal's Dinner was a woman.












































[A/N: So yeaaah, Y/N's Backstory Part- Uhhhh. . .Idk, I'll update this when I'll finish retelling the backstory]