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"talking" -- narrating -- thoughts
trigger warning-- VERY VERY GORY and it features cannibalism. it's really gross lol
basically Ghostface gives into his urges and drags an npc far, far away deep into a forest and then eats them, leaving no piece of their body behind. He then comes back and realizes he probably has blood covering his body, so he jumps into a lake, terrified of getting caught with blood on his fur. he washes most of it off, just leaving a pink tint to his paws--which he blames on the fact that he had hunted a squirrel and it was the squirrel's blood on him. NO ONE KNOWS THAT HE IS A CANNIBAL (ghostface will probably get caught next one shot I make) (but when that next one shot is idk lol)
also I made the fancy wider so it's a bit easier to read (at least it is for me, if it still isn't for anyone else I recommend pasting into a document :-)//
He craved a living creature.
Why? Why was he feeling this way? He had trained himself so well for so many moons of his life. He had lead this fake persona and it had been working. So why let it crumble and break free, revealing his true self... why right now? Why ever? Was it because his mother's birthday was only a couple days ago, reminding him of his first time ever eating a living creature? Was it because he had saw a hungry npc devouring a squirrel and the blood looked so delicious it had triggered him? Or maybe it was simply because the last time he had eaten another was so many moons ago, and he needed to fulfill these urges that were ingrained into his brain at such a young age.
Cannibalism was so close to Ghostface's heart it was as if they were lovers. When his mother had died, he had to eat her to not die himself. And eating her hyena-spotted fur and tender, pink flesh with blood flowing with every juicy bite--well it was simply divine. Her bones were soft and brittle and old--but still a nice mix of texture in her otherwise soft body. And shortly after that had happened, a beast-like creature had came to torture Ghostface--even going as far to pop out his eyes and eat them. He was surrounded by influences when he was only a cub, it was only natural that he followed suit.
He knew, however much his 'happier' side fought, he would never truly be normal. He would never be able to resist the desire. And it seemed more now than ever he needed to feast. And he decided today, on this beautiful drizzly morning, he would pick a lonely npc to take away and eat. He needed to fulfill his craving soon--if he held it in any longer he was sure he would go crazy. Or... erm... crazier.
His other side--his nicer side--he was nowhere to be seen now. It was replaced by the older, darker version of Ghostface. The version of Ghostface whose thoughts were much louder than the weak screams from within his heart begging for him to not give in. It had been so long since he had chewed on the flesh of someone who could scream for mercy. The screaming...
That's the best part, the eyeless hyena groaned within his head, a wide grin creeping onto his face. He loved the screams. It reminded him of himself as a little kid. And nostalgia was one helluva drug.
Spotting out a victim was definitely harder without eyes. But, picking out a victim by scent was almost better than going by looks. By scent, you could smell how they would taste--sweet, salty, bitter. He could pick out all the different flavors that just one single person could have, simply based off of their scent. And as he laid down, surrounded by soft flowers, he picked out one scent that was so delicious the hyena's mouth had instantly watered. A soft scent hitting his nose... a fragrance that screamed--no, no... much classier than screaming. It whispered, 'eat me'. The smell taunted him--whoever was coated in his smell was only begging to be ripped to shreds. And before he could even tell, his feet had taken him right in front of the creature.
It was a femme. Her voice was as sweet as her scent. "Hello, Ghostface!" Oh, so she had known of Ghostface? The white hyena couldn't tell if it was because of his blind craving or because he simply had never met her, but he couldn't place the scent to a person he had knew. How unfortunate. Eating someone you knew personally definitely made the experience better.
Ghostface grinned. "Ah, hello! I was wondering if you could help me? I'm trying to pick these flowers--I know where they are, but they are simply too small for my big paws. Could you possibly help?" His voice was gentle. He was acting like the self that everyone knew him as.
The npc had of course agreed, following Ghostface deeper and deeper into the forest until they were at least 20 minutes away. They had chatted the whole time--small talk. They talked about The Garden, the members, how nice this day was despite it being a bit rainy--all pointless talk that Ghostface wasn't thinking hard about. His brain was only focused on one thing.
As soon as they reached a point where Ghostface had decided was far enough from anybody, he had turned around and faced the npc. That was when her fear scent had kicked in. Maybe she was scared of how sudden he was in turning around to just stare at her. Maybe she was scared because the grin on Ghostface's face seemed to grow so large that his cheek bones began to hurt.
"What? Are we here?" She had squeaked.
Ghostface's laughter grumbled within him and bubbled up in a maniacal way, sounding so devious and terrifying that the npc had debated leaving. But no, this was Ghostface. Why would Ghostface hurt her? He was one of the nicest members here, so pure and soft--he couldn't even step on a flower without feeling sad. So why should she be scared?
Ghostface took a step forward to the npc and licked his lips. "Hmn... you smell very good!" Ghostface had said, giggling at the npc's confused face. "What? I'm just giving you a compliment, silly!" The look on her face was so priceless. The white hyena had managed to keep up his happy facade and fake goofy voice, but his words still seemed... off. But, the same thought process went on in the npc's mind. He's Ghostface. The most gentle creature around here. He wouldn't hurt any--
Ghostface had pinned the creature down with just his giant paw on her chest, she was far too weak to move from his grasp. "Now, now, now... don't go on screaming, okay? Or I'll have to eat your tongue first--and I prefer saving that for the end." He snarled with a maniacal hyena-snicker following. The femme had her mouth wide open--but too stunned to even squeal. What did she truly expect from someone has creepy looking as Ghostface? He literally looked like a ghost, and you didn't think he would do some creepy shit too?
Flexing a claw out of his free hand, Ghostface had tapped every limb of her body--trying to determine which part of her body was the thickest and softest. Thicker and more muscley limbs would be less fatty and juicy than the softer limbs. Hell, what would've it mattered? The white hyena was surely going to eat every part of her body.
"Oh well. Might as well dig in right?" Ghostface asked, taking his unsheathed claw and digging it straight into the femme's stomach, releasing rivers of blood streaming down her fur and pooling underneath her. Instantly the npc screamed, but it hadn't lasted long as her squeals had quickly turned into gurgles as she began coughing up blood. "Don't die on me yet, honey, it's not fun when you're not watching! I've been in your situation, dear, and the most fun of having my eyes being thwopped out was being able to watch his eat it right before my other eye!" He had said, trying to persuade the npc to watch him eating her intestines.