Stories I made last year that I can't just leave unintended

Cannibalism

"Alright everyone, dinner's almost ready, just give me a few more minutes alright?"

There were annoyed groans from the party table, most particularly a bang was heard from one of the teens who banged his head against the table over and over again.

The yellow chicken rolled her eyes as she went to the kitchen again to check if the meat was ready, a corpse was already set upon the kitchen counter with a pile of knives stabbed into it.

The chicken went over to the corpse, digging their feathers into the flesh of the man before ripping out his innards.

To be completely fair, the human body was very confusing and very disgusting with the bottom layer, yes, that area below would be left alone.

Before, the others and the chicken would just feast upon the corpse like ravage animals that haven't eaten in months.

And they ate everything on the corpse.

Every. Single. Thing.

The chicken shivered as they focused on the corpse some more before they took a good portion of meat off and placed it onto the grill. The meat sizzled and popped with excitement as the fluids all spread out onto the oil below it.

The chicken cooked the meat carefully, just by what the chicken could remember from what their mother always taught them how to cook.

Even if the chicken was a young man in that time, his mother always wanted her children to learn something that would benefit their future with their partners.

The chicken carefully put up the spices in the burning meat, making it sizzle and crackle from the grill and made the whole kitchen smell like the aroma of burning meat.

Human meat.

Even with that, there was another presence in the room, the chicken didn't bother to turn around.

"¿Por fin me vas a ayudar con este plato?" The chicken asked, a teenage girl in her teen years floated over to her brother and hugged them from broad shoulders and looked over at the sizzling meat, their mouthwatering.

Her messy black hair tied to the side of her head with a scrunchie, her dark skin seemed to glow as she nodded her head, the very raw marks on her neck were as red as blood.

She didn't die by strangulation, that's for sure, she died by her own cause and that was something she didn't want to talk about. Even the mention of rope would get her on ease.

"Sí, lo haré, pero solo quiero ver cómo estás manejando esto hasta ahora." She said, a bright smile on her face as the chicken rolled her big plastic pink eyes and twisted the meat over as soon as the bottom half was done.

"Oye, ¿recuerdas lo que mamá solía hacer tan buena comida, otra vez?" The chicken asked, raising her feathers to the spices that were next to the sizzling meat.

The girl thought for a moment before she pointed over to the pepper.
"Mom always said to put enough love in everything you could make with food, especially with pepper and chili in it!" She exclaimed, her loose shirt over her chest wrinkled some more as her brackets clinked together to move her hair aside, revealing her bright pink cheeks.

The chicken nodded their head.
"Fair enough."

After a little while, with the two twins talking to each other, whether in Spanish it in English, they had a great time together at least with the moment of cooking a corpse together for the feast.

There was a knock on the door, and a small boy with a very particular mask came in. He was silent for a while upon seeing the girl, but he went on to spread the news.