Five Pie

 "Here you go." Reagan slid a plate in front of Tyler sitting at the table.

"What's this?"

"Just some pie I made." Reagan said. "Want some?"

"Sure."

"Aaron," Reagan looked back into the living room with Aaron laying on the couch watching Tv. "do you want any of this?"

"What is it?"

"I made some pie if you want some."

"...Sure." Aaron got up after a minute of contemplating.

He grabbed a plate as Tyler dug in, scooping up a forkful and stuffing his mouth. Reagan got himself a glass of milk and poured a glass for Tyler and Aaron when they asked. Although, at seeing this, Tyler noticed that the milk was about the same color as Reagan's skin.

"Are you okay?" Tyler asked at seeing Reagan look super pale.

"Yeah." He smiled but otherwise looking exhausted with beads of sweat streaming down his forehead.

"Did you see the doctor today about you're hand?" Tyler used his fork to point at the bandage wrapped hand. "You got a pretty gnarly cut at work the other day, but it didn't look too bad."

"Yeah, about that, I didn't go to the doctor's today."

Tyler was about to ask what Reagan meant by that until he held up his bandaged hand and started to unravel the gauze. As he rolled the gauze into a ball, he revealed a hand of a different color. A tan hand made of wax and held together at the end by duct tape.

"Pretty nice, right?" Reagan removed the fake hand from the rest of his arm. "I got this made for me in a house of mirrors/haunted house attraction. I can't say why they were molding wax hands, but I'm glad I got one made of my own a while back."

"What did you do?"

"I really didn't feel like going to the doctor," Reagan scratched the side of his face with his hand. "so I cut it off and got rid of it. Guess where I decided to put it?" He gestured at Tyler with his index finger and the bloody stump, still dripping onto the floor.

"Umm...."

"The pie. I cooked it into the pie."

"What?"

"Yeah." Reagan smiled at him.

Tyler looked from him to the scraps of crust left on his plate and back up to Reagan. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

Meanwhile, Aaron leaned against the counter half way through on his fourth slice. "Your hand taste pretty good."