Monsters Volume 2

Day 1 (Starvation)

Taco's POV

Last night was certainly the most dreadful sleep I have ever experienced. Even worse than the first night I had to cry myself to sleep with my passing parents. The only upside to this is that I found Pickle making breakfast, though I must say it smells ghastly... I need to leave, for real this time. I'm officially in day one of starvation, ghoul children who go through this die within days of starvation. For an adult ghoul will last last 30 days of starvation, I can only go about 3 weeks of no killing without going through starvation. And since my body has adapted to eat less years ago, then it should survive just like an adult. But just because we can survive staving doesn't mean it'll be easy, each day is pure utter hell of for ghouls, and once those 30 days end. So does our lives as soon as it becomes 31.

"Taco, I made pancakes. They're really good." Pickle offered me the fancy flat breaded biscuits in a stack that's filled with unknown toppings. "No thanks... I'm not hungry.." I just don't have the strength to keep doing this and unknowingly putting these people in more harm's way. "Alright" Pickle says calmly, clearly not so demanding as his mother, which is an amazing miracle for my offering. Suffering my first day is only the beginning of my living nightmare, but, for now in the moment of being half asleep and half awake. I'm just gonna mezmering the lovely dish, it funny.. it's as wonderful looking as it does smell dreadful. Just like sweet Pickle, he is as handsome as he is tasty looking... he's almost cute enough to eat...

Cucumber's POV

Morning just barely started and I already have to clean windows. This isn't fair! I look after my ignorant family and this is how they repay me? Not to mention that I'm only 6 years old and my parents are making me clean our entire mansion, that's no doubt child labor, and I don't even know what that means. All that I know for now is that I'm not allowed to eat breakfast until ALL of the windows are clean, then later I sweep, polish and wax the floors, vacuum the carpet, clear out our family closet, and do the next task 29 days. And if I'm caught messing with you know who, then mom will double my grounding. But whatever, I know Taco is a ghoul for sure now.

Regardless what my mom says, "Taco is having the basic signs of anorexia, she won't eat much, she's loosing weight too fast, and she constantly has low self esteem. The poor girl is suffering enough without you making her feel worse." I don't believe a single word what Taco says, she's a ghoul and I'm 100% sure now. And I will prove that she is faking her orphan story, her emotions, her clothes! If she lived in an orphanage with a limited amount of food than how could she afford expensive dinner clothes? And how on earth could a 9 year old take down a dangerous animal?! The only reason she saved us was so she could eat us all for herself! Well not on my watch! Even though I don't have one.

Taco's POV

Eventually I did wake up enough to eat, but, where is the food? It was just here a minute ago. "Um, Pickle? Where's the food?" I ask. "Oh I ate it while you were taking a nap." He says as if I'm a child. "Whatever" I say with my tone in ego. "I'm afraid that we ran out of breakfast-" "WHAT?!" Pickle was interrupted by his pesky stubborn little brother. "I just finished cleaning the windows! And we have had food that lasts for years, food that we've had for years! And right now, JUST because I finished I cleaning up! We don't have anymore?!" Pickle only rolled his eyes then looks at me. "I have a surprise for you, Taco." He tells me before placing a thin wrapped box around my hands and lap. "What is this?"

I mannerinly question, but Pickle only gives out a small smirk, I certainly hope this isn't a marriage proposal. Whenever I saw a fancy wrapped box, it was a married celebration between my parents for an anniversary. I would undoubtedly love to have my last name Evergreen and be with him romantically, but this seems soon for the simple fact that we've only known each other for 2 days. And we're both still very young and youthful. I slowly unwrap it out of hesitation, witnessing a cloth substance constricted in plastic. Pickle then offered me a piece of metal before I ripped the plastic in half, after that I unfold this unknown clothing the only words that I could say was "What is this?" I ask. "It's a dress, I got it when we went to buy you skates." He implies.

"C'mere Taco, I'll help put it on." Mrs. Evergreen tells me while leading me towards the bathroom that's just as filthy as I left it. "I'm sorry..." I tell her ashamed of myself. "Honey, it's alright." She says, reassuring me once again as she undresses me as if I'm a bloody child. 'Feet first then shoulders' she says, 'one arm at a time' she states as if she is my mother. I love Mrs. Evergreen but I can take care of myself, and I already have a mother and father. They are safe in their jars at home, before I knew it, Mrs. Evergreen buttoned my chest and zipped my back.

Pickle's POV

As I sit on the couch waiting for Taco, Cucumber is just doing his big rambles and theories again. I'm not listening to a word from him, tuning him out is one of my great skills. All I can do is daydream how she'll turn out, with the soft silk and golden color to match her cute short hair. Believe it or not but she came out within 1 minute, I look up to see her but... she doesn't look like how I thought...