Dumb LOTF shit I think of a lot

Jack sasdsaasadsdasdadasdsdssa

A/N: More dark content!!!! yay!!!! so trigger warning btw

also imma include songs from my depression playlist bc they really fit in with the story

Death- Minecraft

The clouds grew angry as the wind blew ferociously through the whistling palms. Quiet dirtied feet snuck threw the growth. A faint grunting could be heard around the springs. Between the grunting and the footsteps, there came a skrill squeal with the brutal smash of a weapon penetrating the skin, then bone then muscle and into the vital organs exploding into bits and pieces of meat.

Dragging the massive corpse of yet another sow flattened the grass and turned it scarlet. The horribly disemboweled body let its intestines come with it.

The grass slowly transitioned to rock, and the distant sound of the waves crashing against cliffs. As the rock began to solidify, the waves became louder, and the droplets of the ocean hit cold feet.

Dry Hands- Minecraft

"Chief!" Roger shouted, "we finished the hunting trip."

There was no response.

"Chief!"

Nothing.

"Merridew!"

Jack stumbled out of the cave, cloaked by his robe and black surrounding his eyes.

"What?" He barely stumbled out.

Roger straightened up, "we brought back meat."

Jack came close and took a proper inspection.

"Pathetic," he rasped.

He turned to Roger, "this is the worst excuse of a pig I've seen in my life," Jack took Roger's spear, "I'll do it myself."

Jack looked around deliriously. "Maurice!" He yelled.

Maurice appeared out of a crowd of littleuns.

"Yes, Chief?"

"Come hunting with me," Jack snarled.

Maurice hopped onto his feet, "yes, Chief."

Jack gestured to another group of boys to come along on the trip. The boys scrambled for their spears and quickly followed Jack into the forest.

Jack threw his robe to the side and revealed the many cuts on his wrists, ankles, and thighs. His hands were plastered with his own blood, and you could see the empty anger in his eyes. Maurice gently touched Jack's shoulder.

"Are you okay, Chief?" He said gently.

Jack smacked Maurice's hand away, "I'm fine!" Maurice flinched and looked down in hurt.

Jack narrowed his brows, "let's go."

The boys grouped up while Jack sped ahead of them. He suddenly stopped.

The clearing. The clearing where Ralph...

Jack shook his head and kept moving. Deep in thought, Jack accidentally led the hunting party to the other side of the island. Jack looked around and saw the trashed huts. He immediately looked away, but something drew him towards it.

"Uh... Chief?" One of the hunters said.

Jack gestured to them to shut up by holding up one finger. Jack inched closer to the huts.

His heart pounded. 

His stomach turned to mush. 

His lungs closed up. 

At the hut, it was destroyed, probably due to a fit. A stick. A spear was coated in blood. The blood left a trail.

The trail went into the forest.

Jack followed.

Pushing. Shoving. Moving mindlessly.

Sayo-nara- Team Salvato

Jack gasped and dropped his spear.

A puddle.

A pair of feet.

A pair of feet connected to a couple of legs.

Legs connected to a body that was surrounded by flies.

Ralph hung.

Ralph hung in the tree.

Jack stared. He stared into Ralph's gaping mouth and eaten eyes. A hollow gash in his abdomen leaked with pus. Maggots crawled out of Ralph's mouth and dropped onto the jungle floor, where it crawled for cover.

Ralph hung.

"Chief— Oh my God."

Jack covered his eyes as tears rolled down his face. The hunter's voices blared out into muted mumbles.

"Jack."

Jack shook as he sobbed.

"Jack!"

Jack looked at the boy who was at his shoulder. A tear ran down Jack's freckled face.

Jack took no mind to see who tried to comfort him. He back knuckled the boy and pointed his spear at him.

Maurice.

As Jack pulled out his knife to lunge at Maurice, he collapsed and broke down.

Jack cried in anguish. Pathetic, he thought. Absolutely pathetic. Jack continued to cry.

Jack cried.

Ralph hung.