January 4th, 2024
Day Twelve
JJ's vision started to blur as he stumbled down the hallway. Usually that would be a sign that tonight wasn't good for his work, but he wasn't going to give up his fun. Not for anything.
Upon entering the room, JJ saw Alfred crouched beside a younger man; presumably in his early twenties, tightening his restraints and saying things to him that JJ couldn't hear. Once he noticed JJ's presence, Alfred's captive scoffed contemptuously.
"Is this who I'm supposed to be afraid of?" He demanded. "Some hobo drunkie who can barely stand upright?"
"What the hell are you-" Alfred started, but swallowed his words once he saw that the description was accurate. "Uhhh... JJ? What happened to you?"
"Notchur fuckin' business, man." JJ snapped. "Is it your job to ask me questions? I don't think so. Get outofthe way."
"Sure," Alfred backed away with an eager smirk, clearly excited to watch this unfold. "He's all yours."
"I know your type." JJ was still swaying, but he was able to still himself enough to focus on his victim. "An you wanna know something? They're the mossssst fun to kill..."
"Oooh, scary." The man replied sarcastically, glaring at him. "We get it, dude. You're an edgelord."
"Whas "edgy" about it?" JJ questioned, stumbling a bit. "There's nothin' wrong with bringing yourself some pleasure in the final days of humanity. Donyou get it? Once this is all over, there won't be anyone lefto kill or eat, so I'm filling up while I still can."
"Okay, tough and intimidating killer. Go ahead and attack me."
"Mhmmm... sure..."
JJ took his knife out, and began to walk forward, but then lost his balance. He landed just beside him, his knife jabbing into the wall next to him.
"Dumb drunkie." The man mocked, kicking him with his foot. "You don't scare me."
JJ swung again, and this time, the knife landed in his gut. The man seethed in pain, but retaliated by trying to kick him again. It didn't succeed.
JJ drove it in further. Despite the state of his body, his mind still wanted the same thing it always had - to relish the pain he was inflicting. He looked deeply into his victim's eyes, observing intently as he gave in to his wound, his eyes spreading apart just before he permanently lost consciousness. Without hesitation, JJ tore the stomach open, bringing out the intenstines.
"My favvvorite..." JJ mumbled, barely able to be understood due to both his slurred speech and the organs in his mouth. In just seconds, JJ was already shoving the organs down his throat, most of it going unchewed as he was too obsessed with getting it inside of him. Alfred watched on, jealous at the meal he was having, but saying nothing, as he knew better than to try and infiltrate JJ's experience because of his own desires.
"You tell me that your stomach has to work twice as hard to digest food like this," Alfred had to snap himself out of it in order to say something; he was becoming distracted in his jealously. "Do you think it'll be able to handle both that and alcohol?"
"Ocourse." JJ replied, still muffled. "Ocoursssse it can... when does it not?"
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Surprisingly, when Mikey woke, JJ wasn't beside him. Usually he'd be crushing his body in wanting to be as close to him as possible, but this morning, Mikey found himself alone in the bed.
Just as Mikey began to wonder where he was, he heard a faint noise coming from the bathroom. It sounded like... throwing up? His anxiety returning once again, Mikey sped to the bathroom to check on him.
