Hey, One Question: What The Hell

I May Have Killed A Guy

The sound of birdsong and an odd metallic taste on your tongue woke you. Eyes still closed, you laid there for a moment, enjoying the absence of people and traffic sounds. This is nice. I should sleep in the park more often. Wait... park?

In an instant the events of the previous night rushed back and you shot up, frantically trying to remember how you got here. "Oh shit."

There was a warm pulling-away feeling from your hip, and the face from last night loomed up like a snake from a charmer's basket. It was in constant motion, light glinting off a blue that was almost black as it hovered at eye-level with you, tongue lolling out and reminding you oddly of a puppy. Y'know, if puppies had a more teeth than piranha and were made out of gravity-defying slime.

"GOOD MORNING."

You spluttered for something to say, finally settling on a squeaky "uh, you too?" Huh. It's not as scary in daylight.

"WE HAVE A NAME, YOU KNOW."

You stared blankly. "...what?"

Nothing about the face changed, but you got the distinct feeling that it rolled its eyes. "WE TOLD YOU LAST NIGHT, DUMBASS. HOW YOU HUMANS HAVE SURVIVED THIS LONG IS TRULY A WONDER OF NATURE."

You wracked your brain for anything resembling a name, but the events of last night were a jumbled haze of panic. No, wait. "Um... is it Havoc?"

The grin widened. "SO YOU'RE NOT UTTERLY INCOMPETENT AFTER ALL."

You were starting to bristle at the constant insults from the thing that had taken up residence in your body, debating the consequences of punching it. Until you got another look at the maw bristling with teeth and decided it would be a very, very bad idea. "So, um, Havoc. How did I get out here? In the park?"

"WE WANTED SOMEWHERE QUIET TO CONSUME OUR PREY. YOUR CITIES ARE SO FULL OF NOISE, THEY ARE VERY UNPLEASANT."

"Oh." You cleared your throat. "What kind of prey?"

"A SMALL FURRY CREATURE THAT MADE RUDE NOISES AT US. AND A FEW STRAY HUMANS."

"Wait, WHAT!?" Your stomach churned, the metallic taste in your mouth suddenly nauseating as you scrambled to your feet. "You ate someone?"

"YES. MULTIPLE SOMEONES."

"I'm gonna be sick."

You bent over to retch, but something clamped down on your esophagus and you ended up dry-heaving for several agonizing minutes.

"WHY WOULD YOU EMPTY YOUR STOMACH? WE WORKED HARD TO FIND FOOD, WE NEED ENERGY."

You leaned shakily back against a tree, wiping saliva from your lip. "Because it-because people don't just eat other people. It's wrong." I am not going all Pennywise just because I've been possessed by a lump of murderous custard.

"WE CAN HEAR YOU THINKING, YOU KNOW. WHAT IS A PENNYWISE?" It ran its tongue over the mouthful of needle teeth. "IT SOUNDS TASTY."

"Ugh." You groaned, running your hands through your hair. "Nevermind. Point is, you can't eat people."

"NOT AN OPTION."

"Why?" You felt what was almost the mental equivalent of a shrug.

"TASTY. ESPECIALLY THE GREY BIT INSIDE THEIR HEAD." It shivered happily.

Oh, GREAT. It's basically a glorified slimy zombie. That's just fan-fucking-tastic. "Look, you might think they're tasty, but you can't eat people. It's not right." You took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I won't let you."