Vitreous humour
by Selow
Eerie screams like macabre music, sadly there are none. So he settles for the soft squishy sounds instead, proving to be as satisfying.
Squash
Squash
Squash
A hand colored the hue of sickly pallor withdraws from the small cavity, soft goo coating the fingers. He's flubbed it. He sucks in his bottom lip, chews on it worriedly, childishly. Clashingly dull eyes examine the clear substance glinting in the moonlight before a tongue licks it off. He has to be more careful with the other one. He needs something... a kunai. Maybe that would do.
Pursuing his only chance of revanche, he pushes the dull end of the dagger cautiously down the wall of the cavum.
Plop
Maybe indeed.
Like a midwife cutting through the umbilical cord of a newborn baby, he greets the fragile globe by ridding it of the threads binding it to the body of it's former beholder.
His gaze is almost gentle as he looks at the tiny ball. Then he plops it in his mouth and swallows it whole.
He will need as many eyes as possible, after all. He will need eyes everywhere to survive.
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My pre-sleep visions are getting more disturbing by the day. O well, might aswell spread the joy --