Necrophilia Chan, NC, lethargically removed the messy bun and her mousy hair, albeit short, cascaded down.

The only problems were that her necrophilia pride coloured hair extension had become ensnared in her natural hair, and that her roommate, zoophile chan was awake early.

"Heya hoe!" ZC called, her fake dog ears flopping around.

Necrophilia Chan adamantly refused to reciprocate her roommate's call.

She had no idea how ZC could unabashedly harm a living creature like that.

Little did she know, she would be partaking in some less than savoury shenanigans with living people, including Zoophile Chan.

Zoophile Chan yawned and stretched, panting from the beanbag she slept on. "I feel like going to the dog park today uwu! Are you really going to the other park?! There are no dogs there!"

ZC listlessly slumped off her beanbag onto the floor, her clip on tail in the air.

"Shut up you disgusting freak, the pridehumans are at the park, so indubitably, since I got banned from the cemetery during the day by uneducated twats!" NC snapped brusquely back, brushing her new pet corpse's iridescent black hair.

The corpse was a boy and he had dark eyes that hhh complimented the outfit he had been buried in before Necrophilia Chan crudely stripped him naked.

She took off her nightgown and slinked off into the shower with the corpse.

Non Binary relaxed on a bucolic day, in a deckchair by the campervan the pridehumans had, adorned with rainbow flags, miscellaneous prude flags and stickers.

They turned their head round to Lesbian, she was rectifying the position of bunting that came down in the night.

Trans was nearly, and she was eating a sandwich in a pink t-shirt, blue belt and pale blue shorts.

Bi sat next to her, she was wearing a minimal pink dress mitigated for with her conspicuous dark blue and purple long hair and cute face.

Lesbian sighed as the end of the bunting fell just as she had straightened one side.

Non Binary chuckled. "Need some help?"

She tutted indignantly. "No, idiot. I can do this all by myself!"

As the end she was working on fell, she begrudgingly acquiesced. "I could use some help now."

Gay walked out in an ostentatious pink leather outfit. "Enby, relax hun. I got this!"

Lesbian rolled her eyes. "Ha, as if you could EVER do anything physical, idiot!"

Gay rolled his eyes back. "Sweetie, why don't you try to be NICE?!"

It was clearly a veneer. Gay was always serene, unless it was something to do with Pedophile Kun or his Discord affiliates.

Asexual waved from sitting on the top of the campervan, unsurprisingly clad in a baggy dark purple hoodie and usual gothic makeup, her lilac hair intermixed with black hair chalks, inured to heat.

Non Binary waved back, everyone else was too fixated on what they were doing to notice, except for them.

The others had unanimously shunned her for assenting with Necrophilia Chan that people should DIE!

They hated NC.

But not Enby, mainly because they had been out shopping for androgynous clothed at at the time and had missed all the drama.

Enby loved clothes.

NC stepped closer to the picnic.

"Oh hello, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU OF ALL PEOPLE DOING HERE?!" Trans gasped incredulously, backing away, what was left of her sandwich dropping to the picnic mat.

Necrophilia Chan flipped him off. "Would it kill you freaks to be NICE for once?!"

Bi took a deep breath. "When have you been nice to us?"

Non Binary's nap was curtailed forcefully by Lesbian's screaming. "SHIT IT'S THE CORPSEFUCKER GIRL AND SHE HAS A NAKED CORPSE!"

He jolted out of his deckchair to see NC cuddling a dead guy on a deckchair next to him.

She flipped him off, and he, although taken aback, noticed her broken nails and chipped black nail polish. "It's not the end of the world just because I love differently than how you do, freak. Go die in a ditch."

Sublimation his anger, he spoke. "What are you doing here exactly, Necrophilia Chan?"

Then he saw she was busy conversing with Asexual from atop the caravan.

Gay interjected. "Hun, this is for pridehumans, not whatever you are, get out."

NC lithely deftly jumped off the deckchair and tried to kick him in the gonads, but he circumvented her kick just in time.

Lesbian snapped. "Just fuck off hoe with your weird dead guy!"

"CUNT SHUT UP HE IS A BEAUTIFUL SEXY DEAD BODY!" NC yelled, punching her in the face.

Necrophilia Chan stepped round slowly, encircling her.

Everyone else watched with baited breath.

Trans, finally was intrepid enough to speak. "Hey guys, chill out. Can we like, hug it out or something? Pleeease?"

Nobody listened except for Enby. Enby appreciated his friend's consideration for Lesbian, not wanting her to get hurt.

Lesbian finally made a move, picking Necrophilia Chan up by the legs and throwing her to the ground finally.

Zoophile Chan sat eating peanut butter out of a jar as Necrophilia Chan started up at the ceiling.

She shuffled closer. "Are you okay, hoe? OWO!"

NC yawned. "Y-yeah dumbass, I'm just tired from a mental workout."

ZC snickered. "What possible mental workout could you have done, considering you're the person who has corpses but won't let me get a dog of my own!"

Necrophilia Chan momentarily glanced at her. "I'm getting revenge on them for beating me up and touching Simone!"

"You're naming the dead guy Simone?! Anyway, they only moved him off the deck chair. It would be such a shame if some creeps touched his dead body inappropriately..."

"Shut up, useless animal fucker."

"Meanie UnU!"

"SHUT UP YOU STUPID CUNT BITCH FUCKING ASSHOLE WHORE!"

Zoophile Chan was just happy she didn't get her face punched in. "Rude much hoe? Anyways wanna spam memes in Pedophile Kun's Discord general chat as a prank?"

"I already spammed it with gore this morning after sucking Simone off and doing 20 rounds of pegging him."

"Liar. Nobody can do 20 rounds. UnU!"

"If you really wanna annoy him, release the kids from his basement or the white van."

"Nah I don't feel like it hoe."

"What I said earlier was way too far I'm sorry."

Zoophile Chan was very skeptical and disconcerted. Necrophilia Chan never apologised for the stuff she said, she was devoid of remorse.

NC pulled a blue collar with lots of wires out from under her bed. "It's a robot themed furry collar. I want all furries to die but whatever."

"You want everyone to die."

"No, I want almost everyone to die, I need some people to breed so I have more precious corpsiesssssss!"

"So I can't say UWU but you can say that?!"

"Take the collar please."

"Oh, um, hehe. Fuck U forgot with all that digressing yapping. Although dogs yap so I guess that's good."

The collar went surprisingly well with the green and blue ears.

Then she was electrocuted.

ZC's body started to convulse as she crumpled to the floor, her eyes wide as she gazed up at NC, who was taking her top off.

She was burning now, all over, the flames encompassing her body.

She wanted to scream but the flames had reached her vocal chords.

The searing pain was unbearable, and since she was a special type of pridehuman, she was much harder to kill than a regular human, perpetuating her agony.

She was now outside the house, in the backyard, Necrophilia Chan twiddling a hose a few metres in front of her.

Her hands, which has been clawing frantically at the collar, gouging lumps out of her neck in the process, dropped off, the fire had reached her wrists.

Now her severed hand was in her gaping mouth.

She couldn't think straight, couldn't think what to do next couldn't even feel as much primordial fear.

The fire was getting to her brain, shutting it down, all while Necrophilia Chan laughed manically, skipping round her, twirling with a shovel trailing behind her.

NC went down on what was left of ZC's burnt corpse.

She moaned and giggled in delight out loud as the pleasure increased incrementally in prevelance with each bounce.

Her vagina became slick with copious fluid and she screamed, throwing back and thrusting, rubbing her genitals vigorously against Zoophile Chan's crotch.

Burnt crotch lumps fell to the ground, due to being further dislodged by Necrophilia Chan's rubbing.

She screamed in delight as she reached orgasm, chafing her libia against the bones of the skeleton, as all the flesh had worn away.

NC grabbed the gun and clutched it tenaciously, making her way to the basement door, the floorboards creaking as she stepped, her weight, although she was skinny, impinging on them.

The door creaked in lamentation as she opened it.

"Shut up you have a Roblox pfp!"

"All I did was tell someone to shut the fuck up. They were defending underage hentai!"

"At least I have e-kittens!"

"So you admit to liking kids?!"

"Yeah, dumbass."

Necrophilia Chan shot the gun, and immediately Pedophile Kun fell out of his chair.

She aimed fifteen more shots at his head, the walls spattering with blood and lumpy brain matter.

"Uhm..."

Fuck.

The discord call hadn't ended.

"BRO JUST FUCKING KILLED HIMSELF"

"What?"

"Ummm!

"Ah!"

"Deserved."

"Yeah kid fuckers need to die!"

"Fake af. How y'all falling for this?"

"I dunno nobody deserves to die!"

"This guy molested kids."

"Oh I didn't know he actually touched kids. Defo deserved."

"I WISH HE WOULD DIE FR FOR THE LAST TIME IT'S FAKE!"

NC stripped the body naked, while it was still warm, and patted the carpet, setting the gun aside.

"Lolabae is prob right. If he can tough kids he can fake a gunshot!"

"If he can touch kids he can actually khs..."

"I think it was legit."

"Uh-uh-uhm, why are we arguing about this, he just killed himself."

"No he didn't help-"

"I think he deserves it but woah I will have nightmares."

"I hate discord bro. Nobody is even shocked at a guy killing himself."

"FOR THE LAST MOTHERFUCKING TIME, HE FAKED IT, IT'S OBVIOUSLY FAKE YOU TROGLODYTES!"

"It's obviously fake some necrophilia faker was spamming irl gore porn earlier."

"Ah yes the bitch who said she had corpses in her house. Obvious alt acc much?"

"Hypocritical how you call us troglodytes bit you're on discord cussing and saying stiff like alt acc."

NC shouted. "I'm not faking I swear it's legit!"

"Oh shit."

"Um I'm so confused now."

"Wait they're the same person? Probably a voice filter troll or something, no way this guy could ever get a real girl in his house."

"Girl? She sounds like a boy."

Necrophilia Chan chewed thoughtfully on a piece of PK's brain matter, deliberating, ruminating on how best to respond. "I can assure you I am a girl."

"What's going on?!"

"Oh who the fuck knows. Some r/fdc material apparently shot an actual groomer."

"Who cares if she faked necrophilia when she killed a groomer?"

"She faked necrophilia and she faked murder."

"Even if she did kill him she still faked a serious mental disorder, which is incredibly insensitive and still sent uncensored gore pics when there are minors on this server."

"What is everyone's obsession with minors? It would be bad if adults saw that too. It's not like pedophilia bad is a hot take. She can recognise it's bad and still be an ASSHOLE!"

"Fuck this server hoes I'm out. Good riddance losersss!"

"EVERYTHING IS FAKE! EVERYPNE! THIS IS FAKE! ALL OF IT! GUYS THIS IS FAAAAAAAAAAKE!"

"WHY IS HE YELLING?"

"It's easier for people to believe whatever is simplest than to accept something horrible is going on. I'm leaving for my safety in case this is all true."

"Good idea."

"Same."

"Bye, wish you all the best."

"There are so many ASSHOLES on this server! Why?! I wish y'all the worst!"

"You cannot blame these people when some guy offed himself. Yes, he was a disgusting person, but any death is traumatic."

Meanwhile, Nc had fully stripped Pedophile Kun's corpse.

She scooped up some brain matter and fluid from his cracked skull and slathered it all over her, and then on him, a morbid oiling up.

She planned to make sex art on the rug.

She fucked his body, bouncing up and down on his small dick.

Then she clutched tenaciously onto his cold, clammy shoulders and rolled him over, still kicking and giggling, fucking the dead body.

She rolled over again and again with the practically decapitated corpse.

"Ah ah!"

"FUCK YEEEAH!" "Ahahahahehehahhahaheeaeaehhehe!"

After finishing, she lay sluggishly sprawled in his carpet, still leaking discharge.

She yawned and sat up, marvelling at the creatively stained rug.

The pink and red looked so meticulous, such a brilliant art piece.

She sat up at the computer. "Yo! Smolbean, I know you're still on vc."

"Wh-whaaat?"

The girl sounded so tentative and about fifteen at the most.

Necrophilia Chan sighed. "Oh fucking great a kid. Hey, do me a favour and don't get me cancelled, will ya? I'm nineteen for reference, I implore you to not tell anyone."

"Were you faking necrophilia?"

"You heard my fucking a dead guy, whaddaya think? I'll let you get your own opinion."

"Can I log off now?"

The girl was clearly trying to stifle sobs.

"If you can't handle this type if shit, fuck off the Internet, genius.

NC cuddled up to Simone, burrowing her face in his chest. "Babe, I'm so sorry I couldn't protect you from those disgusting freaks."

She wanted to say more, but was stymied by fervently. "BAE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I WILL NEVER LET IT HAPPEN AGAIN MY CUPCAKE BABA BOOS SUGARKIIIIIIIINS! ARRRRGH! I'LL MAKE THOSE FUCKERS PAY I SWEAR!"

Then she cried.

They had hurt him. They had hurt him. They had hurt him.

They would pay...

Bi gave Lesbian a kiss on the cheek before slumping against the wall and returning to her exhilarating book.

Gay strutted over. "Bae, what's going on in that book?"

Bi looked up. "Oh, um, they have a time limit before they all die. I hope Lil survives. She's been through so much pain already."

Asexual sat texting people when suddenly she gasped.

Everyone except Bi immediately turned, the loud gasp attention ensnaring, juxtaposed with the tranquil, quiet caravan.

She looked shook, which attested to something monumental, considering her usual apathetic disposition. "Oh wow. Pedophile Kun killed himself "

Gay pivoted round at almost unfeasible speed. "What? Gimme that!"

Asexual gave him the phone and shoved what was left of her strawberry donut, over half of the snack, in her maw.

Nobody cared though, after that message.

She stood up on her chair, revealing, now her hoodie dress wasn't in the way, the intricate lace on her knee high tights.

Enby was ashamed to acknowledge that he was focusing on her meticulous socks and not whatever was going on.

She waved. "Well, fam, while Gay processes this, allow me to explain. Necrophilia Chan invited me to the discord and some people are saying Pedophile Kun shot himself with one of Necrophilia Chan's weapons, some people are also saying that NC shot him.",

Everyone looked around in stunned silence, waiting for someone to speak.

It was abrosexual who finally spoke, his voice muffled as he was hiding in a watermelon hoodie. "I think that we need to watch out. NC lived with him for years and if she did kill him she snapped and if she snapped we could be in danger and if we're in danger we need to prepare because she will kill us all."

He inhaled deeply. "She might have plans to kill us because of how triggered she gets when people touch the corpses because she loves the corpses and I think I love her like I do right now I think and I think she is sexy and if I told her that she would punch me wait no she would kill me if this is all true all of it the messages and what Asexual had to say and everything she could kill me and rape my body but I love her but no I don't love her that much ahh!"

Intersex put a placating hand on his shoulder. "Take your time, you talk too much without stopping to take a breath, be careful."

Abro leaned in closer to her. "I get flustered so easily, but she is cute."The oh so dangerous doberman dogs Zoophile Chan had warned her about were flopped across Necrophilia Chan's plush guro kawaii bed, eyeing her up expectantly, benign, anticipating a treat.

She slipped the peanut butter jar and tranquilliser bomb into her backpack and headed out.

Abro involuntarily jumped when his phone rang, banging his head against the bunk bed on top, waking up genderfluid.

"Aah, what?"

"Gah! I dunno, my phone rang!" He looked down in pertinence, and opened his phone.

It was from Necrophilia Chan.

A few minutes later, Abro, Omni, Intersex, Pangender, Bigender, Trigender, Quadgender and Polygender were outside the cabin, waiting for something to happen.

Abro tutted indignantly. "Heya, don't blame me for this, NC said she was hear to say sorry!"

"Sowwy?!" Quadgender snorted. "Shovel hoe bwetter bwe sowwy."

Pangender rolled their eyes, pacing back and forth. "Hey, just wait."

Then, Necrophilia Chan extricated herself from the nearby shadows of the forest, in a baggy battleaxe bi flag hoodie and black jeans, and her necrophile flag colour hair extension.

Her pulchritude afflicted Abro's coherency. He would be apathetic to her in a few days, if he lived past this.

He was almost immortal, being a pridehuman, and didn't want to think about that.

She set her backpack, something Abro only just realised she had.

Quadgender bellowed. "WADDAYA WANT, IT'S FUCKING 1AM CORPSE SHAGGER!"

When Abro's coherency returned, his eyes shot wide open.

The first think to happen was he was besieged by cold and the he was upside down.

He was tied upside down, and he was naked, beside two other naked people, Trigender and Omni.

Their feet were all tied together, he realised, they all were, this was what Necrophilia Chan had done.

This was humiliating.

But oh, it would get much, much worse.

Their forearms were all stuck to the ground with a sort of tar, leaving no way to escape.

He saw NC, with two large dogs.

He was suddenly aware of something wet and sticky on his back.

Peanut butter.

The realisation dawned on him what was going on and he puked, vomit splattering his arms.

Necrophilia Chan giggled. "Ha! I see you discovered the garlic!"

She strutted closer with the dogs "Sick! Literally haha!"

Her wide eyes bored into his for a moment, before she spoke again.

The dogs were taring off.

One with a chipped ear sprinted directly towards him, biting into his chest.

A huge chunk of flesh was ripped away, another bite and his organs were too, falling onto his face, his stomach sliding down his face before dropping into the pile of vomit on the floor.

He could feel pain, but could also see what was going on, exponentially exacerbating everything.

He was petrified, not that he could move at all.

The dog had torn through him, and his senses heightened, causing everything to once again escalate.

Now he could feel the dog's warm breath for a transient second before it took another bite to get to the peanut butter.

The dog then crawled through the hole and was now locking him from the inside.

Then he was dying. Omni, he looked at her. Wishing he could tell her he loved her.

The last thing Abro heard before his life faded was Trigender screaming but suddenly having her screams curtailed due to the other dog ripping her trachea out.Gay sat bawling, devoid of all his usual flair, is pink skirt stained with indelible grass and mud. "Fuck that bitch I hope she kills herself! I-I-I I j-j-u-st-" he inhaled, his breathing ragged. "I just wanted a chance t-to talk to Abro m-m-more. I loved him so much. He was always there. I can't believe this happened."

He pulled the blanket over him. "She murdered them, all of them."

Asexual curled in a ball on the floor, sobbing to herself. "This is all my fault. All of it. I never should have defended that cunt after I found out what she did to-"

She stopped before she could finish the sentence with corpses.

What had NC done to the little remnants of corpses.

Their genitals, she could guess had mostly been destroyed in the process.

Her vision severity inhibited her ability to text on her phone, and she pressed her thumb to the delete button, the tenth attempt to on a cussing rant to Necrophilia Chan.

It would only stir up danger if they did anything to arouse her wrath after the brutal way she had killed them.

She didn't even know what had happened, just something to do with rope and tar.

She was disgusted by this all, she regretted ever agreeing with NC.

She felt such vehement remorse for wishing people would die.

Omni, Pangender and the others did not deserve to die.

If anyone deserved it, it would be Necrophilia Chan.

Simone slumped to the right, so NC unbuckled her seatbelt to push him back up again.

Then she grabbed his deceased penis.

After a while of lovemaking, NC started the engine to Pedophile Kun's windowless white van.

The bodies of the rest of the pridehumans were probably rolling around in there with the twin 5 year old girl and boy.

She drove back to her house, hopping nimbly out if the van, carrying Simone on his shoulders, an impressive feat with her being 5"4 and Simone being over 6 foot.

All the kids in the basement's basement immediately ran out onto the street after NC opened the door.

Perfect room for what she wanted to do.

As laborious and punitive as it was, she knew dragging all the bodies into the basement would be worth it in the end.Pansexual immediately began to gasp and cry like she had been punched in the chest as soon as she saw where she was, the basement's basement's basement, arms and legs chained to the wall.

Not only that, but she couldn't dhaje her legs.

She saw NC, simply staring back at her benignly, with a naked corpse behind her.

She couldn't move her mouth to protest.

She would have more protection than Abro would, being a higher order of pridehuman.

The Big Three had the most power, if NC had really ended PK, she would have had to have shot him in the head multiple times.

NC pulled a mallet from the backpack besides her, smirking all the while.

She knew she could get away with whatever she wanted now.

Pabsexual looked around the insalubrious room, which could only be two cubed metres at that, but was fine for Necrophilia Chan's twisted... whatever it was.

Then NC brought the hammer to one of Pansexual's elbows with a sickly crunching sound.

She couldn't even scream, couldn't even move her eyes, she was paralysed somehow.

She couldn't look away from Necrophilia Chan's beautiful face, yet could see what she was doing to her joints in the peripheral.

NC said nothing the whole tine, but was obviously trying not to laugh.

She did this on all Pansexual's joints, each one somehow worse than the last.

NC picked a key up off the ground, and unlocked the cuffs keeping Pansexual in place.

She flopped to the floor with a crash which would have appeared painful if not for the fact that worse stuff was going on now.

NC pulled out a knife and slit Pansexual's stomach open, grabbing hold of her entrails.

Pansexual felt incomprehensibly nauseated but couldn't vomit.

Then NC proceeded to wrap the entrails dhe had a hold of around Pansexual's limbs, a macabre seatbelt.

Then, Necrophilia Chan giggled dancing around the room. "You can watch the whole thing unfurl, isn't that magical, Pan?"

Pansexual couldn't respond.Trans was horrified upon discovering she was chained up naked to the wall of a crowded derelict room, with a mangled eviscerated Pansexual in the corner.

Her heart beat at rocket speed after seeing the razor, blender and pump Necrophile Girl was standing by.

Necrophilia Chan? Was that her name? NC?

She whispered in her ear. "I take it you're mtf, right?!"

"Y-yes." Was all he could manage timidly.

"Well you didn't get bottom surgery, you still have a penis!"

She nodded as best as she could with her head against a wall. "Yes, I have a penis."

She spoke softly. "Let me help you transition, darling."

She reached over and picked up the razor, scraping the tip of Trans's dick with it.

She screamed at the agony if what she was doing so much that NC reflexively hopped back, pulling out a pair of fluffy pink kitten earmuffs from her backpack and putting them on her head.

She looked bizarre in a spartan lab coat stained with blood and those endearing earmuffs.

NC continued scraping, removing chunks at a time after garnering a sufficient impetus.

After an hour of penis and ball chiselling, Trans's genitals dropped to the floor.

Trans cried, ugly fat tears streaming down her face torrential.

NC poked her in the eye and blood spurted from it.

She tried an alternative of propping her eyelids open with her fingers.

"YOU WILL WATCH." She boomed in a voice very different from her normal androgynous sounding youthful voice.

With the pins from her eyelids to above her eyebrows, Trans had no choice but to watch, and her eyes burned as Necrophilia put her genitals in a blender and turned it on.

She was laughing and Trans was screaming, but neither laughing nor screaming could rival the sound of the blender at that point.

Necrophilia multiple of Trans's bones, and then left.

She screamed until her throat was desiccated, then she capitulated and stopped.

From the moaning she could hear from the other room, Necrophilia was making out with some dead guy or girl, perhaps it could be the one from the park she didn't know.Necrophilia broke Trans's bones before unchanging her, where she flopped to the floor life Pansexual had done before.

Trans managed to catch sight of the hose despite her agony as it was pushed into her anus.

NC spoke. "Heya there, I'm now gonna give you an enema with your own genitals!"

She knew what Necrophilia meant by this.

It was a concise statement, and it horrified her.

As Necrophilia walked out, Trans was inequitably left to wallow in abject misery at what awaited her.

The fluid shot up her rectum like a bullet and with almost as much pain. Her own blended genitalia.

Somehow, despite all the pain of broken bones, she still felt this, still felt all this suffering, all this.

She could feel it to its fullest extent in the dungeon.

Oh.

Was she going to be stuck there forever?

Was she going to be tortured for all eternity?

The answer was no, as Necrophilia Chan repeatedly bashed her skull in with a shovel, as her brains spilled out across the floor.

Pansexual watched as Gay came to his senses on the wall.

It was agonising enough already with the torture and murder and watching NC make out with her friend's dead body.

Necrophilia Chan had removed her kawaii kitty headphones and had removed the dead body from the room, and had sewn Gay's tongue to the roof of his mouth.

She could see intricacy of his feelings in his eyes and she felt awful.

NC teased Gay's penis with a dildo, she couldn't imagine what he was thinking now.

She dragged the buzzing dildo all across his testes, luxuriating in the horror of Pansexual and Gay.

When he ejaculated, she collected all his semen in a bucket.

He looked at Pansexual in horror, a kind that could transcend words.

She was unaware of how she looked probably delirious, her entrails wrapped around her body and all her bones broken.

It was like that for several days, just her making his come into buckets.

Both he and Pansexual were severely emaciated due to lack of food and water, NC only fed him pills which would help him to keep coming, resewing his mouth each time.

When she undid the stitches, he never even bothered to scream.

Maybe he had unerring hope she would be magnanimous and let him go with whatever she wanted to do with his cum.Meanwhile in what used to be PK's basement, NC adroitly slit open Bi's stomach.

She couldn't get out due to the roped tying her arms and legs together.

All of Bi's organs rolled onto the floor, the carpet had been removed and sold on ebay as an art piece.

She whimpered plaintively through her muzzle, as NC started to remove her skin in strips.

Not only could she feel the pain, she could feel the skin coming away.

Eventually, fully skinned, Bi passed away.

NC pushed her crotch on what was left of Bi's nose, and started to bounce and thrust on it, moaning with delight.

After 2 hours of making out with Bi's skinless corpse, NC arduously hauled a ladder out from the garage and chambered up to the ceiling, where she began to remove certain panels of wood from the ceiling.

She meticulously sewed Bi's flesh together so that it made a hamper-likeshape, and wrapped the edges round a certain panel.

NC stepped in the hot air balloon like creation, and jumped, testing it.

It held, perfect.

She turned the thermostat right down in the basement until she needed to put her battleaxe bi hoodie on over her lab coat.

Necrophilia Chan fell asleep in her comfy bed with Simone that night, he provided so much comfort to her.

She hadn't managed to protect him from those creeps, but she had started enacting vengeance.

Straight sat still in agony, reeling from the incapacitating brain freeze.

"Heya, you okay?" Ace asked. "Girl, take as much time as you need."

Straight shook her haid. "Ah... Ace, it's your birthday, okay? Whatever you want? We'll get cake after this."

"No way?!"

"Yeah, a wedding cake because they're the most expensive and detailed, and it says "Happy Birthday Ace" on it.

"You shouldn't have, that must have cost so much money."

"You deserve a good birthday this year."

From the way Straight's voice trailed off, she knew this was about the death of her friends and the disappearance of the rest.

She had never deemed Necrophilia as any sort of camaraderie, but if this had happened, perhaps there would be a burgeoning friendship?

Probably not, they didn't have much in common other than that, and NC was insanely weird, and the way she spammed gore on PK's discord server when there were children on it and raped corpses.

Ace experienced vehement sorrow for ignoring all the stuff she had done, even if they had only spoken once, and briefly at that, when they sensed each other as pridehumans.

Ace had become so fixated on this that her strawberry ice cream was starting to melt, so she licked up the ice cream that was insidiously dribbling down at the side, before it could tenaciously cling to her hands.

She noticed how conspicuous the absence of Straight's rainbow hair extension was.

She normally had a rainbow hair extension juxtaposing her monochrome outfit, but had it out, Ace guessed because it was similar to NC's necrophilia pride hair extension.

She sighed. For now, she would enjoy her 22nd birthday.

Gay could not bear to peek, his eyes scrunched shut as the ropes wrapped around his wrists were tied to the roped suspending the massive basket made from Bi's flesh.

He was suspended right over the bag. Then he started sobbing, not even bothering to stifle his tears.

Who would judge him.

NC?

He didn't care about her vitriol.

She was already torturing him enough.

She screamed with laughter, in hysterics at his sobbing.

He decided to fixate on her kitten earmuffs he now realised she had dropped to the floor for a more acute hearing of his crying.

Then, from her backpack, Necrophilia pulled a needle and thread, strutting towards him.

He was all naked, not even with his normal skirt and heels.

Perhaps if he had that, he would have been intrepid enough to stand up to Necrophilia Chan.

But he couldn't.

She was in control, and it would be counterintuitive, even fatal to mess with her.

She tried to thread the needle but missed. "Dammit! Stupid thread!"

"Ironic you're calling someone stupid, your life's purpose is to be a carcass scavenger, hun."

She whipped round and slapped him in the face. "SHUT UP, YOU ARE NOT IN CONTROL HERE, I WILL DESTEOY YOU! AT LEAST I HAVE A PURPOSE, ANS IT'S BETTER THAN YOURS! AT LEAST I DON'T TOUCH THE CORPSES IN THE UNGAINLY WAY YOUR FRIENDS DID! YOU HAD NO RIGHT TO TOUCH HIM LIKE THAT!"

She was crying. "I hate you for what you did to Simone!"

"Simone? Sweetie, he was on the deckchair."

"YOU VIOLATED HIM!"

"You raped him!"

"At least I take care of him, at least I love him, and I've had enough of your yapping, shut up!" She snarled, a guttural sound, like a feral beast.

She tried multiple times to rethread the needle, and Gay thought about taunting her until he paid proper attention to the basket under him.

He would have vomited if he had anything left in his system after being starved by Necrophilia for multiple days.

The starvation and horror and immediacy of this constituted his incoherence.

His head hurt but not as much as other parts of his body did.

He felt a sharp pain in his lip as Necrophilia drove the needle in yet again.

He had become inured to this due to the times she did this to feed him the ejaculation pills.

He pined as much as he could.

For ages, he had repressed this, as silence was the best way to be obsequious in the situation he was in, but he knew now NC was merciless, she had skinned Bi and and turned her into a flesh bag and sex toy.

She had indubitably violated Bi's dead body.

He whined and flailed but it was futile in this predicament.

He wanted to shout but was too discombobulated and his mouth was sewn shut.

Suddenly his butthole clenched as there was a prick in it.

She was sewing his butthole up.

He was in pain, as the corners of him anus were forced to converge.

He recoiled as he felt the edges of his butt touch one another amidst the bubblegum pink string.

What was she doing this for?

After his anus, mouth, urethra and earholes were sewn up, Necrophilia walked in with a hose with a syringe attached.

SHE WAS GOING TO EXPLODE HIM?!

He decided if he had to get out, it would be now.

He would be putting everything on the line to escape.

There was a chance he would be wrong and she planned to let him go maimed and convalescing, so he would be fully dependent on this.

He would need to coincide this immaculately to pull this off.

He could swing to knock her over, her falling over, then he could swing round until whatever was holding the ropes, because there was no way the ceiling of the basement was made for that, circumvent whatever was holding the ropes up when he fell down, and kick her around, and perhaps kill her with something.

Perhaps her gun, that was how she had killed PK, apparently.

He had indefatigable determination, and now it was precipitated, there was no curceasing it!

Gay began to swing back and forth, accumulating momentum each time.

NC stepped back. "AYO! STAY STILL FREAK!"

He found that hilarious despite everything.

The hypocrisy of this bratty nineteen year old who was behaving like a kid.

She flipped him off. "I HATE YOU SO MUUUUUUUUUUUCHHHHHH!"

He tried to smirk, but couldn't due to the thread binding his lips together, and he was now transfixed on the task at hand, swing.

He kept on swinging, until Necrophilia kicked him in the groin.

Immediately he fell limp, head lolling, forced to look at the morbid Bi skin bag.

He began to cry.

Why had he been so cavalier?

He could never defeat Necrophilia, no matter how hard he fought, she was the one in control here, he couldn't change that.

Her laugh penetrated the air. "Haha!Freak!"

He didn't feel defiant, just stupid. He was a stupid, naive little boy trapped in a 20 year oldest body.

He had never really learned, from his ostentatious masquerade to his embracing in general of gay stereotypes.

He wished he'd become his own person.

He wished he'd admitted his feelings for Abro and he wished he had warned the others not to touch that corpse. He wished he'd dealt with Pedophile Kun and the others earlier.

He had could see right through NC and wished he'd tried to help her when they were younger.

No, he was a fool for even considering such a think.

She was made for necrophilia.

He had always had misgivings about her, even before he knew her pridehuman type.

He had blithely dismissed it as the fact he was more comfortable talking to men, even if he weren't in love with them.

He regretted everything.

He was wallowing in the remorse of everything, despite his incoherency.

He could still feel abject suffering.

There were a myriad of ways, as the de facto leader of the pridehumans, he could have fixed thus.

He was a failure.

He was a mistake.

He messed up fatally.

Now he would be subjected to whatever brutal fate she had in store.

He felt a prick in his thigh, and it was sharp, prominent.

"A-aah, huh?"

His throat was parched.

She shrieked. "I'M GONNA EXPLODE YOU WITH YOUR CUM!"

His hear skipped beats intermittently as he felt something pervasive encroaching, snaking into his bloodstream. His own semen.

He could feel how cold it was, and it only trickled in slowly, as too big of a hole to fit more in would cause it to leak

The cold cum had made it all had way up yo his leg.

He tried to gag despite his lips sewn together but his attempts were futile.

His eyes flitted around the room, blood on the walls, anime posters ripped to the floor, strewn in pieces.

His right leg felt tingly from the senen, and it made its way to his crotch and up his torso.

NC spoke. "This will take a few days, I'll get popcorn."

Then she hopped off leaving him alone.

Was he alone? Were the others here?

The needle was still pumping and almost all of his body had cum now.

Asexual lay slumped in her bed, the last morsel of her cake slice between her thumb and forefinger, her thoughts deviating.

She had to save her friends from Necrophilia, but how.

She yawned, checking PK's discord server.

Gore.

Her geart skipped a beat, as gratuitous as the eviscerated man was, he wasn't anyone she knew.

Her friends could still be safe.

Her birthday was over, now she could focus.

She had always been very prudent, now was the time she could utilise that.

She could save her friends.

Looking down at her screen, she saw confused people.

"What's even going on anymore? I can't go five seconds without seeing gore."

"Hey, that rhymes!"

"Rude."

"I meant it as a compliment."

"It's disrespectful to the people being tortured or killed in the gore SMH. "

"Srry wasn't thinking."

"It's chill what even happened tho?"

"The pedo server got hacked, it's now a necrophiliac server I think."

"EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWQWWWWRWGWGWHH!"

"Yeah it used to be anime server but lots of child molesters were on the server, then the owner got hacked I think by someone spamming gore before."

"That's disgusting I'm leaving."

"Cya I'm leaving too!"

She typed. "Anyone heard from the owner? I think ik her irl."

Someone with a Hanako Kun - Toilet Bound profile picture began typing to Asexual.

"So there was a person spamming gore and pretending to be a necrophile and then the killed the pedo mod and had sex with the body but this is prob a stunt what do u know?/gen"

"Uhm she has done some horrible things in real life."

"Vc me, it will be quicker than typing."

M1nd4Cut3C0r3_ began to speak. "Uh... I uhhh... well I guess..."

"Take your time sweetie." Ace said simply. "I love the epithet Ace, it's shorter than my username."

"Okay, Ace. You can call me Min."

"Okay. Speak when you need to, I can wait, I understand how traumatic it is for you, I went through something awful recently."

"I'm ready. I was on the general and a person was spamming gore and they had the word necrophile in their username. Some people said she wasn't a necrophile, then they said they were and got defensive."

"I know this person, she is a girl so you know..."

"Cool! Well she got annoyed and the pedo mod started cussing at her and she told him to get effed. She got banned I think but I dunno, I left because I was scared to see gory stuff. Then and I wasn't here for this she apparently knew the pedo mod in real life and she shot him on a voice chat in his basement and apparently everyone heard but they could be faking."

"Is there anything else you found?"

"Apparently she was an actual necrophile."

"Okay, thank you for this. WAIT?! DID YOU SAY BASEMENT?!"

"Uh-uhhhhh yeah!"

"MIN THANK YOU SO MUCH FRIEND ME SO WE CAN TALK MORE YOU HERO!"

Gay looked around, he was ginormous. Literal rolls of him all around, he was gigantic due to the semen inflation.

He was stuck now, suspended, looking at NC.

He was so big, and the semen stretched against his skin, he was like an overinflated bouncy castle.

It literally pushed at the edges, and the hose was perpetually pumping, even if it were only slightly.

To make everything worse, there was the almost palpable malodorous stench of Bi's rotting flesh beneath him.

He expanded more and more, until.his skin was stretched out.

He looked NC dead in the eyes, but to no avail, she didn't reciprocate in the slightest.

She would never care.

He would die with the person he hated most.

At least he would be exploded, and she couldn't violate his body.

But... wait?!

No, she wouldn't dare... WOULD SHE?!

He wanted desperately to be enveloped by the reverie of 'of course not' but alas, no.

Their surroundings were suffiviently indicative of no.

No.

Gay exploded, a violent expulsion of blood, semen and organs.

Most of Gay fell in the Bi hamper, but some splattered around the walls, not that that was unprecedented for thus room.

NC apprehensively set down the black umbrella and walked over to the pool of blood and cum, and sure enough, Gay's mutilated penis was there.

NC stripped out of her lab coat, in a faded red swimsuit beneath.

Excitedly, she squealed and jumped in the Bi hamper of Gay cum with the penus.

She paddled around, flailing excitedly squealing. 'Aheheheheeeeee!'

After a while if this, she removed her swimsuit, and shoved the severed penus up her vagina.

Her vagina opened and closed in accordance to where the penus was, it fit in perfectly, and she settled back down in the new paddling pool.

Lesbian was cut horizontally with a blunt, beaten shovel with her appendix and cut up spleen stuffed in her mouth.

"You better keep them there," NC said, "Until I tell you to not anymore."

Lesbian acquiesced, nodding, her mouth full.

She had the irony meaty taste in her mouth, and they had become cold and slick.

She wanted to vomit.

NC lithely tied up a gag. "I gave to do this, sweetie, in case you break your promise with what I will do next.

NC instantaneously jumped on her, clawing at her eyeballs until she reached the back of the socket.

Pan shook in the corner.

Her eyes were left hanging on strings, brushing her cheeks.

Lesbian could fell the slick of the organs in her mouth and the eyes brushing against her cheek, and her being cut in half.

The pain.

It was agonising.

Unbeknownst to Lesbian. NC parted the legs of the bottom of her body and carved a circle around her genitald.

Eventually, a huge chunk of flesh came away, and NC nonchalantly chucked it to the back of the basement's basement's basement.

NC pinched Lesbian's eye stalks, and used them to guide her towards the hole she had made in the body.

Lesbian wanted to scream, but instead she coughed saliva and phlegm into her mouth, where it coalesced with the cold blood and organs.

Her innate senses clamouring, beseeching fir her to spit out, she couldn't.

NC was pulling her along like a dog.

Lesbian's head was forced into the hole that was cut slowly.

She didn't feel the blood against her skin, or the fact NC was still pulling her eyes.

NC began to drag her eyes up her fallopian tubes, as Lesbian managed to guess she was being pushed her.

Coincidentally, NC then spoke. "I'm putting your eyes up your ovaries!"

Lesbian could make out what she was saying but the pain practically rendered her impervious to caring.

NC reached a hand in and removed the gag, and she spat out the organs and blood.

The organs squelched against her uterus, and since it was so crammed, back in her mouth again.

Lesbian died a few minutes later, to the delight if NC, who ripped her clothes off, and pulled her torso out if the hole.

NC hummed on the body like a rabid animal and began snogging the body, getting cold blood and organs chunks in her mouth in the process, swallowing them, relishing in the taste as she kissed the body.

Enby noticed their balls were obtrusive heavy when they woke up from sedation. "Whaaat?!"

Then there was the gaping hole in their tummy.

They couldn't help but to look. Almost all their organs were gone, and they were kneeling on the floor on a basement or something, kneeling due to their hands bound with the intended foot brace.

Necrophilia sat, lying on the floor next to them, yawning in a rock band shirt and studded skirt. "I waste my cool outfits on y'all freaks."

She flipped them off.

They said nothing.

Pan looked on, petrified in the corner.

Pan took solace knowing she didn't have long left.

She would die soon, and this would all be over.

"I've performed an intricate operation in your sleep, putting bits of your organs in your BALLS! Now you will come them! Ha! I didn't have the patience to do surgery on you while you were alive. If you had shut up, I would not have had to give you sedative.

They were incredulous.

She laughed, clawing closer with a dildo.

They were going to kick at her, until they remembered the missing organs and sedative.

She caressed their balls with the vibrating dildo in a seductive manner.

After a while, of arousal and spurring by NC's constant hollering of "You're so frigid!" Enby managed to push the massive lump in their penis to the end and ejaculate.

They could deduce that was part of their intestines.

Had she done a poor cutting job on purpose?!

All this redness would match the strips of flesh NC took from him to strengthen some ropes by grating a cheese grater like object across their skin, from their shoulders to their feet.

Enby's finally matching outfit. After several hours and types of pills, he had ejaculated all of his organs.

He pined. "NC PLEASE I SORRY LEMME GO PLEASE PLEEEASE!"

She nodded. "Gimme a sec, okay okay!"

She gave him a thumbs up, smoothened out her now blood covered skirt, and walked off.

Asexual adrotly mounted the fence, rectifying the position of her balaclava, the oversized thing inhibited her sight.

Straight tripped over the fence, landing in the rose bed. "You should be a ninja! That was awesome!"

Straight turned away so Ace couldn't see her tears.

She was trying to do a good job of being the effervescent friend, perpetuating the happiness, now there was nobody else for Ace.

Ace needed friends, even if she denied it, and even though Straight was more comfortable around boys, Ace was a very special person to her.

Ace, however was fine, intrepid and tenaciously clutching the knife she planned to hack up Necrophilia with.

Ace gingerly stepped round the broken glass. "Thanks, Het. You're a lifesaver."

Het held up her hammer. "Thanks! He's have hammers, Pansexuals have pans. Let's get her a new one when we save her."

'If...' Ace thought, but she brushed that away.

Having her friends back would be the best gift she could hope for.

Then Straight hugged her. "Girl, we'll save them."

Ace nodded, please at the burgeoning forever friendship. "Let's go to the basement as quickly as we can."

NC patted Simone's head before slipping out of bed and into her pink bunny slippers.

After grabbing and reloading her shotgun, she tiptoed halfway down the stairs, to see Asexual and Heterosexual.

Her former friend was breaking into her home?!

Screw her.

She had a good reason to hate the living.

They were traitors and liars and disgusting freaks you couldn't trust.

Hey spoke in a soft, mellifluous whisper. "You used to know her, right? Do you have any idea where the basement could be?

So they were looking for the basement. She could corner and shoot them.

It would be easier than chasing them laboriously through her house.

After a while, they found the basement door.

Asexual vomited at the sight of the state of the room, a rotten stench, flesh and pink liquid everywhere.

She wanted to bend over but tha would put her closer to whatever that was, so she ended up vomiting on her black hoodie.

Hey wiped most of it off with her sleep. "What is this?!"

Het shook her head. "It might not be what you think it is. NC tried to make zombies, didn't she? She's a mad woman with material."

Ace shook her head. "She said it was fake, she never tried. I hate how I remember so much about her. She disgusts me so much."

Het patted her back. "Should we get outta here?"

"NOT SO FAST!"

The bullet hit Ace in between the eyes and she fell backward in the rotten gunk, petrified.

Het was down too, and they were lying together, the blood and semen sticking to their clothes.

Nc shot a few more times, until their faces looked like what came up if you Google searched 'tryphobobia.'

Asexual and Straight passed away in a more peaceful way than the others, but still torturous.

Meanwhile, in the basement's basement's basement, Pan's life ebbed away.

NC crawled in between Pan's entrails and body, and that wasn't facile, she had to untie several parts of the intestines and rewrap them.

Now she was pressed right against Pan's corpse, and they were both naked.

She began to hump it, hump it so much they were bouncing. Bouncing over to the wall.

She had to go down from a different angle to prevent that happening.

They were almost merged, their bodies pressed together.

She climaxed, throwing back as she did, then she fell over, dragging the corpse on top of her.

Their lips touched, and she began to gnaw on Pan's jaw, while rubbing against her, getting friction burns.

Necrophilia Chan crawled on all fours into the basement, her knees, feet and hands making marks in the blood and semen.

She crawled over to Ace and Het's corpses and had sex with them in the semen, vomit and blood and entrails.

All the sex had drained her, so she brushed off the stuff that had stuck to her, showered, shampooing her hair extension and hair, and crept into bed naked with Simone.

NC hooked onto Simone wth a vice like grip.

He did nothing, being a corpse.

She kissed him. "I'll never let anyone hurt you again," she promised with earnesty. "I love you."

She fell asleep cuddling him.

The End.