Okay okay you won't fucking believe this. Dani texts me randomly a picture of what I assume/hope was her ankle with "DYLE MEAT CULT" written on it in sharpie. I have no fucking clue what it means, so I'm writing best I can. To clarify, there was no follow up text.
NO CONTEXT.
Hope I don't disappoint ya, Dannzeeee
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Kyle POV:
"Is this a good spot, Dan?" I him.
"Yes. Perfect for it." He replies, grinning at the cloudy skies surrounding the clearing just off the path.
Dan sets his backpack on the ground and pulls out all the deli meats that we had packed. I lay out the blanket.
"This should be interesting." Dan says, arranging our large quantity on meats in the middle.
Once Dan and I become satisfied with the layout of our meat, we light the candles. By that I mean Dan lights them while I cautiously watch from a bit away.
"Ready?"
"Ready."
Dan and I turn our backs to eachother, facing away from the meat. I close my eyes. There's a peaceful silence, but all I can think about is the meat. A majority of it was found in the bus fridge, but we bought more for this occasion. There seems to be a chanting of the little voice inside my head.
Meat. Meat. Meat. Meat. Meat.
"What the fuck?"
The first victim. A young woman, jogging alone. Dan and I don't move. We keep our eyes closed and try to ignore her.
"Are you two okay?" She asks.
"There is no okay. There is only meat." Dan replies.
"Only meat." I repeat.
"Only meat." Dan repeats
In unison, we continue speaking. "Only meat."
She doesn't reply. I open one eye and notice she left.
Dan must've done the same, because he has bursts out into laughter.
"THAT WAS BEAUTIFUL." He says, turning to face me.
"I know!" I say. "Let's wait for our next victim and try not to get arrested!"
There's about ten minutes of stillness. A group for frat brothers approach.
"Is this some kind of fucking meat cult?" One asks to another.
"Hello?" Another asks.
"Might I intrest you in some mystery meat?" Dan asks.
"What the fuck?"
"Some mystery meat." He repeats clearly.
"I don't know how to reply to that."
"You don't need to reply. Only meat." I say.
"Only meat." We chant in unison. "Only meat."
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ITS JUST A PRANK BRO
