Impulsive

Food is Evil

(Chapter summary: Arthur eats like a pig.)

(This looks short mainly because there isn't much talking which means less paragraphs which means it looks shorter.)

Arthur wanted to hurt somebody but no one besides for himself was around, he huffed in annoyance and frustration. He has sharp nails, he could always- the door opened and he jumped.

“Food.” The doctor walked in and set pancakes down in front of him.

(Sorry for people like me who haven't eaten yet!) He carefully took off Arthur’s straight jacket and set it in a nearby chair.

They smelled delicious, warm, chocolate chips- wait, chocolate? Arthur’s eyes lit up as he was about to take a bite, but he put it back down. What if they put medication in this? Or worse, Joy? They even had Joy in their bloody water why wouldn’t they have it in their food too! Arthur pushed it away, his stomach rumbled, urging him to eat something that’s not rotten.

“You need to eat,” the doctor said, pushing the food under Arthur's nose.

Maybe one bite would be fine. Arthur lifted up the top one, steam poured out which did not help Arthur. He clenched his jaw and peeled open one pancake, chocolate filled his senses, he remembered Percy, it was the last time he had eaten the treat. Arthur sniffed the food and took a nibble. He fought the urge to smash everything around him to have more. It felt like heaven compared to a rotten potato. Arthur gave into his primal instinct and started to scarf down the pancakes.

“For fucks sake eat it slower!” The doctor chuckled and reached for Arthur’s wrist to slow him down, but he received a hiss. “Fine then, don’t die.”

Arthur lied down and his wide eyes turned calm, nearly half lidded; though thoughts, many thoughts, were running through his mind. Why was he here? He remembers being underwater but what happened after losing his glasses? Who are these people? Do they know about my Joy boycott? Why, why, why, why, why. He noticed he finished a while ago and was just sitting there, staring at the wall, Arthur shook his head and moved onto the next one, first making sure it was like the other. He maybe didn’t check it as thorough, but it didn’t have Joy in it so it was fine. Arthur tried to scarf the second one down again but got a piece lodged in his throat.

“And this is why I told you to eat slow!” The doctor got up and helped Arthur.

He was really harsh with his slaps, felt like millions of tiny needles were on his hand, stabbing Arthur’s back. Arthur got it back up and then down again, eating the second pancake slowly this time.