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Chapter 10- Choppy Choppy

                          [Choppy Choppy]
Warning, contains: Gore, vomiting, mentions of accidental cannibalism (???), and homophobic slurs

Kenneth had finally came too. His puffy eyelids had opened just enough to expose slits for his eyesight, also showing red blotches in the white of his eyes. His mouth was slightly agape and a small trail of saliva was going down his chin once again. His eyes slowly moved from Todd, Ashley, Larry, and finally to me. His stare lingered on me. His face shifted from once confused, and now fucking livid. Kenneth gritted his teeth as he screamed in anger, struggling against his restraints.

  "Let me go, you fucking faggots!" Kenneth growled, his voice low and hoarse both from being choked and from lack of use.  He yanked at the ropes once again, grunting in discomfort as the rough material scratched his skin. Todd shook his head and walked closer to him. "Okay, so, I have some suspicions about you, and you are gonna tell me." Kenneth chuckled darkly and spat at Todd's shoes, his spit white and bubbly from dehydration, traces of blood on the middle of it.

Todd's nose scrunched in disgust as he looked down at his shoes, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He stepped back and grabbed his backpack, immediately unzipping it and digging through it. I swallowed the lump in my throat while my father eyed me. "Traitorous fag." He mumbled. I clenched my fists, anger running though my veins.

"Shut the fuck up." I murmured, staring down at my scuffed, neon green shoes. Kenneth smirked and chuckled lowly. Larry looked at me and opened his mouth, clearly about to say something, but then Todd jumped up. "Finally," he mumbled, pulling out a closed switch-blade. He let the backpack carefully slip off his shoulder and hit the ground with a soft thud. Kenneth's eyes widened slightly, his reaction clearly limited from his puffy eye lids.

Larry looked at Todd, confusion clear on his features. Todd just shrugged. "I anticipated his resist of corporation, so I came prepared." Larry nodded meekly and grabbed my hand again. I squeezed his hand in return. Todd snapped his fingers. "Hey guys, stop bullshitting. We have some serious shit to do before Lisa comes back." Larry swallowed and nodded, pulling his hand away from mine. I frowned slightly, but understood.

  This is serious. My shoulders shook as the gravity of the situation hit me. I took a shaky breath and raised my head to look at Kenneth again. His smirk had faded and he now sat with a look of surprise on his face, his eyes never leaving the knife in Todd's hands. Speaking of Todd, he was now standing in front of Kenneth, switch-blade now open and pointed at the man.

He ran a shaky hand through his orange curls as he eyed the middle-aged man in front of him. "Okay, so, first off, why the is the school meat human flesh? I know something's going on, but fucking why?" Todd asked, nose scrunching in disgust once again. My blood ran cold for a moment. The fuck? Oh my god, I've been eating that shit for years. My stomach churned slightly as I realized that I'm a fucking cannibal. I looked over at Larry.

  "Lar, why didn't you tell me?" I whisper-shouted, clutching my stomach. He mouthed a quick, 'I'm sorry,' as he cringed. I swallowed thickly as I looked back at my dad, eyes now wide. No, this can't be true, I would have had to notice, right? Larry has to be fucking with me. Then I started to think about it. The meat always looked strange, like really disgusting, and it never looked the same as last week.

  One time, whilst trying to desperately make conversation at diner with my father for some stupid reason, I brought up how shitty the bologna was. He immediately lurched forward, shaking the entire table. My mother flinched in return, keeping her head down. My fathers fist had been clenched and shaking. He changed the subject and I was too scared to ever talk about it again. I realize now that's suspicious as fuck. "My god.." I whispered, covering my mouth. Todd looked at Larry. "How much time do you think we have until your mom comes back?" Larry looked up at a clock that hung above the doorway to the kitchen.

"About three hours." Larry responded, crossing his arms around his chest. He immediately winced from the wound on his shoulder. Todd sighed and looked back at Kenneth. "I guess we're going to skip that one, for now." he murmured. "Anyway, what's the cults end goal? What are you even trying to accomplish?" Kenneth smiled slightly.

"And what makes you think I'm going to tell you? I'm not scared of you, gay boy," Todd rolled his eyes at the insult as Kenneth continued. "You probably don't even know how to use that damned thing, and even if you did, you wouldn't use it! If I die then you'll loose your main source of information." He explained, his voice still low and gravely.

Todd smiled as he looked back at Larry again. "Hey Larry, could you go get some old shirts from your closet or something? Just any sort of clothing, please." Larry raised a prompt, pierced eyebrow but nodded, soon running back to his room. After a few moments of tense silence and uncomfortable glances around the room, Larry walked back in holding three musty, old looking Sanity Falls shirts. He quickly handed them to Todd and walked back beside me, making the corner of my lips twitch into a quick smile, which he returned.

Todd walked closer to Kenneth and shoved one of the shirts into his mouth, ignoring the surprised noise from Kenneth. Todd tied the ends shirt together behind Kenneth's head so it stays in place. Todd followed in suit with the other two shirts, muffling Kenneth's yells and threats to almost nothing. Ashley, Larry, and I just watched him with pits forming in our stomachs. I don't know what's about to happen, but I'm not excited. Todd looked at Kenneth once more. "Still don't wanna answer the question?" Kenneth tried to narrow his puffy eyes and shook his head, letting out a muffled growl.

Todd sighed and walked behind him, kneeling. He opened the switch-blade and grabbed Kenneth's left hand's thumb. Larry spoke up. "Todd? What the fuck are you doing?" Todd looked at him with a queasy expression. "Something necessary, but utterly disgusting. You guys may want to look away." I cocked my head, but before I realized what he was doing, Kenneth's muffled screams rang through the apartment.

Todd made grunts of effort as he sliced through the skin on Kenneth's thumb down to the bone, blood spreading onto his hands and clothes. Kenneth has fresh tears running down his face as his yells were muffled by the shirts. I gasped and cupped my hands over my mouth.

Larry threw up, like immediately. It would've been a bit funny if we were in a different situation. I shakily held his long hair back as he continued to gag. Ashley's eyes just widened in horror. The wretched scraping sound of Todd's blade against Kenneth's bone wasn't helping anyone's situation either. After Todd had sliced all around his bone, exposing the bone as well. Blood was dripping from the thumb onto the carpet. Todds hands were also covered in scarlet blood, and his formally clean shirt was now stained.

Todd stood up, stumbling slightly. He held Kenneth's thumb against the back of the chair. Oh dear god. He took a deep breath and stomped his heel on the base of Kenneth's thumb. A loud crack rang though the air, and something hit the ground. More muffled, blood-curdling screams were heard till Kenneth's throat was raw. Blood splattered onto Todd's face, painting his pale, freckled skin red. Why is there so much goddamn blood?

I looked down at the carpet beneath Kenneth and Todd. There was now a small pool of his blood, still growing as drops fell from his hand. Kenneth's fucking severed thumb sat in the middle. I felt sick to my stomach at the gruesome scene. Todd let the switch-blade fall to the ground as he backed away. He took a deep breath and walked in front of Kenneth again, running his hands though his hair again, spreading blood to his bright orange curls.

"Alright, you fucker, ready to talk yet?" Todd calmly asked Kenneth, venom dripping of his words. Kenneth quickly nodded, tears running down his cheeks and his eyes somehow more puffy then when this whole shit-storm started. Todd clapped his hands and looked back at us. "Well, now we're getting places."

Larry lurched forward and threw up. Again. Todd sighed. Well, I guess we have made progress.

A/n: Hey guys, gals, and non-binary pals! Thanks for reading this chapter, sorry for the long wait. Hope ya liked it, don't forget to vote, and have a lovely day :] -Leo