Smidge's POV:
Hungry.....
Hungry...
Hunger is all I feel along with pain...
I've killed all my friends...
My family....
Pain.... Pain....
Make it end...
My bones feel frail and have started to sink in...
These annoying bumps seem to get larger...
I can't even stand the look of myself...
I wander into the woods...
Searching for any other food besides other trolls...
I feel bad for eating Legsly....
Hickory....
Dickory....
And parts of Mr Dinkles...
He squirmed off once he saw I was trying to hurt him...
Oh well....
Fuel in the tank...
I know the others ran off...
When they saw my unsightly visage...
I look like mummy with no tape....
My own smell almost induces me to vomiting...
But this sickness won't allow vomiting...
It used to..
But now it doesn't...
Not anymore...
My body cannot do many things now...
Like resisting the urge to gorge on other trolls sweet juicy arms and legs...
Ripping them off mercilessly..
Watching them scream in terror as their "Best Friend" eats them alive....
Sometimes I let them turn, then again...
Sometimes I'm hungry...
Something I've only ever been feeling lately...
I think I'm decaying....
Good... My suffering and blasphemous inner voice will come to an end soon..
I'd speed it up but I've grown slightly stupider like this....
The other ones...
The ones just like me...
They all do and feel as I do...
I'm sorry Pop Village...
But then again...
I might not be sorry.......
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