Fucked up phanfics

The Mincemeat Fic

Chapter 2

Dan took hold of the scalpel. He dug it into the top of Phil's chest and pulled downwards, cleanly tearing open his skin and revealing the thin layer of flesh beneath.
He spread the skin and the layers of flesh apart, surprised by the lack of bleeding. There were a few spots where blood continued to seep out, but for the most part it was a clean cut.
Dan jabbed his fingers between Phil's ribcage and pried it apart with all the force he could muster. Eventually it split apart with a sickly crunch and rip. This whole process was a lot harder than it had seemed while he was planning it, but the sharpness of the scalpel did make it less messy.
Eventually he managed to slice right through to his heart. He ignored his lungs. They wouldn't be of much use, and probably wouldn't taste great, so he tore them out and tossed them into the waste container. Maybe he wouldn't need everything after all.
He cut Phil's heart out and held it in the palm of his hand. Blood seeped out of the veins and arteries he had just cut from it in order to pull it out of his chest. It was quite large, and very dark red. It felt softer than he had expected, although muscular.
Suddenly he heard a sound from Phil's phone. Dan froze, his hands covered in blood and pieces of flesh he had just cut through.
He quickly placed the cut-out heart into the container and wandered over to where he had placed the clothes, then grabbed the phone from Phil's jean pocket. It was a text message from one of Phil's parents, asking how he was. It seemed a little strange for them to be texting at this time of night.
Dan texted a reply, his hands leaving bloody finger marks all over the phone. He was apathetic to the true horror of the entire situation, concerned only for the moment when he would finally get to sink his teeth into his friend's tender flesh.

He was progressing faster than he first thought he would. He had completed an entire arm and a leg by now.
It was the abdomen that had been the hardest part, especially the intestinal tract. Thankfully Phil hadn't eaten much that night, so cutting out the best parts of the stomach had been easier. It was the acid that was a problem, and he'd had to try and drain it out without burning everything in the process, but overall it had been a success.
He was currently sawing through a bone in Phil's upper arm. Most of his arm had already been severed and he had removed the bones, which wasn't easy. The chunks of meat reminded him of pork chops.
Before continuing, he drained as much of the blood as possible and tightly wrapped the meat in clingfilm before placing them in the freezer.

The arms and the legs were complete. It was pushing 5am by now and it was getting light outside. Dan was getting more and more tired, but he kept going, knowing that the sooner he got finished, the better.
He took the scalpel and sliced across Phil's forehead, opening up the skin covering his skull. He pulled on the skin and peeled it back. It was just like removing a wig. The bone was surprisingly clean underneath, and shiny in the light.
Eventually he ripped the scalp off completely. It was just a flat piece of skin, covered in Phil's black hair on the top.
Now was the hard part. He took the saw and sawed all around his skull, just deep enough for him to reveal the wrinkly, pale organ beneath. Removing his brain was going to be tough - he would have to hack through the top of his spinal cord.
But after a few hits, he released the brain from the bottom half of the skull and sliced right through the corpus callosum, cutting it in half to make it easier to grind when the time came. Dan knew that the consumption of nerve cells from another human could actually be quite dangerous. He had heard before that there was a possibility that it could lead to some kind of degenerative neurological disorder, but the opportunity was too good to pass up.

Dan sighed to himself with both exhaustion and relief. He was close to finishing. He had been working for hours on end, and the mess was awful, not to mention the stench. But it would all pay off soon.
"I think that's all I'll need," Dan said to himself. He had placed most of the organs in a container together, all individually wrapped. The other body tissue was in the freezer.
He peered at the bones, cartilage and stringy tendons in the container beside him. Then he realised they wouldn't have to be wasted after all. The thought of some nice, tasty, warm soup after an all-nighter of hard work was highly appealing.

While the soup was cooking, Dan thought of what he was going to do with the parts he wouldn't end up using. He didn't know how long human meat would keep at a temperature of -16°C.
Then he had a fantastic idea.
His grandmother ran a small food business. Her meat pies, burgers and sausages were her best-selling products. In fact, she was known for selling some of the best food in her town.
That's it, Dan thought, excited. I won't have to waste anything valuable. I can grind it up and help her make even more of a profit.
Nobody would ever know. All it would take would be plenty of herbs and flavourings.
Dan stirred the broth in the pot. It was bubbling away nicely, filled with herbs, a few vegetables, pepper and a little salt. The bones and cartilage were slowly breaking down into an adhesive, gelatinous substance that reminded him of melted gummy sweets. To him, it looked and smelled absolutely delightful, and reminded him of the soup he used to have as a child whenever he had a cold.

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I'm not carrying on with the rest øf the chapters because it wouldn't be appropriate for wattpad