Chapter 7: Choice

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Paperjam lightly nodded his head to an invisible song as he made breakfast for himself. The monster was out, so he didn't have to mess with any of that. Well, if the other was there, Jam honestly wouldn't have been making breakfast at all.

A couple more months had passed, and things were just getting weird...

The cannibal rarely ever left the house, not taking his eyes off the younger. However, when he did leave, there were only three reasons why:

1. He had to go hunting for more, newer meat

2. He wanted to get more board games/movies

3. He was visiting one of the other cannibal neighbors

None of the options were really good ones and even when the monster left, he made sure that the front door was always locked, or he never was gone for too long.

Several times Paper tried to escaped and each time he nearly was found out! All he could be thankful for was that he was good at lying through his teeth... Or writing since he wasn't actually speaking.

Making a soft sighing motion with his mouth and body, he plated his food and swiftly cleaned up his mess. He didn't want Fresh to overexert himself, not because the little monster cared for the beast, but because then that vile thing would insist on cuddling the younger until the lunch hour came... Sometimes longer if he over overexerted himself...

Once the smaller was done eating and washing the small plate, he noticed something. The parasite wasn't back yet... He would've been back by now, or at least would've been sitting with the child for a good ten minutes...

Without any more needing to waste time, Paperjam was in his room, his clothes changed into something more appropriate for the winter weather outside.

Packing nothing else, the young thing went to the locked door, carefully turning it. It seemed that Fate and Luck was on his side, as the door wasn't locked!

A smile broke the ink skeleton's face as he swiftly opened the door and booked it! He didn't care about making it look like he was still there, he didn't know how much longer he had until that wrenched thing came back!

This was his choice, and he was leaving, whether that thing wanted him to or not!

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