My fleshy vessel is in pain bc DOMS is super funnn!!! We love a good overexercising daddy!!!!
Oh also.
The gore fetish REALLY came out to play with this chapter, which is cool. We do love a good gore whore bestie every now and then.
So uh…
TW for gore. Blood comes out a lot, and um…It's not cannibalism but a body gets eaten.
So yeah.
Fun silly goofy times!!!!!!!!
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It's a blood bath inside.
There's blood everywhere. It's on the walls. It sparkles on the glass of broken photos; like tiny, glinting rubies.
It drips down the bannisters, trickling into small pools on the floor. It's on the stairs, smeared on the floor, leaving a trail to the main source of the blood.
It's as if every object in the house has been dipped in blood and bits of flesh.
To say Pasha feels sick is an understatement. The sight of it makes him freeze up.
Tsukiyama is less taken aback, they simply stop and say, "Oh."
Then he looks around, casually saying, "Anyway. Where's Little Bunny?"
He moves past Pasha, taking great care not to get blood on their shoes. He looks at the shoji leading to the living room, "It's been torn. See, this is why you really should have—Oh! It's all bloody! That's disgusting!"
He steps away from the shoji, throwing it back. He peers into the living room, "Bunny? Are you in here?"
They wait, "No. Just Doryo in there," He sighs. "That's disappointing," He sighs, "Bunny? Where are you?"
He looks back into the hall, "Oh!" They say.
Pasha loosens up and follows their eyes. There's a trail of blood; something has been dragged through the hall. It knocked something over as it was dragged; a cabinet has been knocked over, and a vase lies shattered on the floor.
Tsukiyama follows it into the kitchen, Pasha shuffles behind. As they draw closer, they hear something.
A wet noise; something licking, chewing, growling. Something is eating.
Pasha imagines a terrible creature; thick saliva drooling from its mouth, lips curled into an evil snarl as it snaps and bites, its eyes filled only with pure bloodlust.
But the truth behind the noise is not a monster.
It's worse.
There's a body in the centre of the room.
Surrounding it, feasting on it - the household pets.
Kittens nibble the body's fingers, ripping off tiny pieces of skin and swallowing with urgency. Their mother - Plum - tears off pieces of flesh from the face, chewing quickly, then diving in for more.
One of the dogs - Peach - is gnawing at the body's arm. Her teeth are deep into it, and Pasha can hear something ripping as she pulls.
The other dog - Opal - slurps at open wounds, ripping them wider to devour the goods within.
A string of muscle hangs from her mouth. Plum pulls on it, and Opal lets out a snarl. The cat continues anyway, ripping it and darting away, before returning to eat the body's face.
Pasha stares at the scene before him, painfully aware of what he can hear; the sounds of feasting.
"Oh," Tsukiyama says, "How unexpected."
Pasha gulps, resisting the urge to vomit.
He can see the rest of the body; its neck is twisted almost completely, what remains of its face is morphed into permanent agony. Its eyes are empty sockets; oozing with blood-stained jelly.
A hunk of flesh has been removed from the throat. Opal goes back to it occasionally, biting more away from it, revealing pasty bones underneath.
It's covered in bruises, bits of glass or wood lie embedded within its skin. It's adorned with bites that have a very distinct, very human shape.
There's something sitting on the body's chest. The pets have left a circle around it.
It smiles as sweetly as always. Its fur is smothered with blood.
That's when Pasha throws up.
Tsukiyama cringes and steps away, "Monsieur Sorokin!"
"Sorry," Pasha says, straightening. He looks away from it. He can't look at it. It begs him to look, but he does not.
Tsukiyama inches further away from Pasha, inspecting the backdoor; which has been completely smashed. He sighs, before disappearing into the living room again.
Pasha is still staring at the body. He thinks he'll throw up again. His mind races; what happened? Why did this happen? How? How could this have happened?!
He flinches, hearing the sound of Imakita and Lyra in the hall. He hears Lyra gasp and start to breathe heavily, and Imakita swearing, before she is standing next to him.
She lets out a cry, "Good fucking God!" Imakita cries, "What? What the fuck? Pavel! What the fuck is this? Pavel! What is this?"
Pasha stares at Imakita, "Oh…I…Imakita, I—"
"Pavel! What is this? Tell me."
"I can't, I—"
He is interrupted by another gasp from Lyra. She's choking now. At the sight of the body, she wheezes and seems to collapse.
Imakita doesn't seem to notice Lyra's reaction, she just stares back at the body, "Pavel…" She asks, "Who…Who is that?" Miss Imakita asks, staring at the body, "I can't see who it is—I…Pavel, tell me-tell me it's not Doryo—"
"No. No," Pasha says, gulping, "It's not Dory. He's in the living room."
Pasha pauses.
"It's Mr Besho."
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Chapter 11 will be out in a few days bc it short af!
After that chapters will slow up again. Just bc the more intense parts are over and like…I have a lot going on rn and my mental health is a breadstick.
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