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

Starvation

"I'm hungry."

"Hm?"

"I'm hungry."

The teenager picked himself off his lover's chest and looked him into his red eyes, his own pink ones slightly dulled a bit as they looked at each other.

"I want to eat something tonight."

The lightly tanned teenager looked at his lover, his eyes may have been dull and somewhat expressionless, but he looked at his boyfriend with a pitiful expression.

He adjusted himself against the brick wall, the dull feeling of the hard painted material on his back but good enough to feel how he could straighten his back some more.

His lover got up a bit while he adjusted himself and then laid himself back onto his chest as he hugged him in his arms.

Both of them stayed in that position for a minute or two before he gave out his answer.

"Me too."

In the nick of time, his lover's stomach gave out a malicious growl, one that made his lover grab at his stomach and clutch at his own yellow dress from the pain.

The teenager held his lover in his arms and shushed him as he too experienced the pain of his own stomach being pierced by many knives.

They both held each other as the feeling of their stomachs screamed out in agony of being so very empty with nothing to eat.

The pain settled in on the both of them before they both gasped and breathed out from the unsettling growl of their stomachs and just hugged each other in the meantime.

The teenager's lover was the first to cry out, his tears mixed in with his bib as he choked out and just grabbed at his head for another unbearable headache.

God, it was terrible.

"Fuck this place."
He cried out, his dress wrinkling itself against the teenagers black pants.

"FUCK THIS PLACE!"

The teenager held his lover close and softly patted his head as he gave him a kiss on his cheek.

"Hey, hey, it's fine, it's going to be fine, babe."
The teenager reassured his lover, giving him a kiss on his forehead to prove his point.

His lover, on the other hand, didn't quite take the reassurance quite well, he looked at his lover to his red eyes with his pink ones.

The tears made his pink eyes shine a bit, even if they were in the darkest part of the stage behind the curtains, his eyes glowed and shined upon the teenager's face.

The two looked at each other for a while before the sound of their stomachs erupted again, once more, they clutched at the midsection of their bodies and hissed at the pain of it.

The teenager felt some tears spring out in his eyes while his lover cried out by the tormenting pain from it, good God it was just unbearable to deal with.

All of the sudden, the curtains were drawn open, revealing another teenager, his eyes as blue as the sky, his hair light brown but dark, his sun-kissed skin covered by the shadows that overcome the whole room behind the curtains.

The two lovers looked onto the other as he nudged them to see what he was seeing in the establishment.

The two lovers, even in their hungered daze, got up, holding each other by arms and hands and got out of the curtains to the see what was going on.

"What happened, Fred?"

The tanned teen raised a gloved finger to his lips and pointed toward the front door of the establishment.

The three got on the stage while a man in a purple uniform struggled to set up the keys to open the very front door of the pizzeria.

There was but a small movement in the purple star-like curtains, but the three paid no mind to it.

He looked to be in his late twenties, chocolate skin, some hair in his scalp, he looked like he was frustrated too many times too on how he couldn't just fit the key in just yet until-

*CLICK*

There was a click from the front door, the man in the purple uniform got inside the restaurant, his face looking relieved but uneasy upon seeing the entirety of the establishment.

He seemed to gulp, moving his collar while doing so but went on to lock the front door and go to the office.

He took the moment to look at the main stage, the three teenagers paused a bit before the man rolled his eyes and went to the office.

"Creepy ass robots..."
He muttered to himself as the purple star-like curtains closed, the glare of a hook appearing for a split second.

There was an unsettling rumble between the three, however, they didn't cringe at the sudden painful experience of their abdomen, but instead, they were so focused on the man.

They knew it wasn't HIM, of course, but each one of them felt their mouths watering, some saliva pouring out of the corners of their mouths.

Taylor took the time to find his guitar in place in his hands, his knuckles seemed to turn white upon his eagerness to pounce out, his mouth moved slightly.

Alex looked upon the man, the plate on his left hand was shaking a bit, the cupcake's eyes turned towards the man, and his beak extended a bit down.

Fredrick held the microphone in his hand so tightly and his jaw to widen upon seeing the man walk to the office and comment on how the establishment looked so weird.

I, of course, watched the entirety of the whole thing play out like a show, I was crawling upon the walls like a spider, my mask tightly on my face, and my own stomach too rumbled in a deformed way.

As the others talked to themselves on who and what will capture the guard, I crawled my way to the office, the feeling of my whole body phasing through the walls and into the office came through as nothing but a regular basis.

The man sat at the squeaking chair and checked on the tablet set before him, going through the cameras and had a slightly amused look on his face as he kept flipping through each and every camera.

I tilted my head, slightly confused as to how this man found this job listing, maybe in the newspaper or possibly by word of mouth, or maybe he talked to HIM...

The sudden ringing from the desk came alive, spooking the man but only made me look on the phone that rang on and on with its urgent call.

The man went over to the phone with the chair, passing through my entire small frame as he pressed the speaker button.

"Hello, hello? Uh, I wanted to record a message for you to help you get settled in on your first night. Um, I actually worked in that office before you. I'm finishing up my last week now, as a matter of fact. So, I know it can be a bit overwhelming, but I'm here to tell you there's nothing to worry about. Uh, you'll do fine. So, let's just focus on getting you through your first week. Okay?"

The man rolled his eyes and he rubbed his arms with his hands, my presence obviously interfering with the room's temperature.

"This place, Jesus."

I shook my head.

There was no God here, he was going to be tonight's dinner, I knew that just by the other's hunger plaster on their faces.

Well, let the night begin then.

He'll be done by three, I just know it.