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There was a new disturbance; it was emptiness, and yet something else was new. Something unpleasant.. Infected had definitely noticed. How could he not? This strange creature had placed itself in his space, its hideous colors showing. It looked human, but its coloring was unnatural. A gradient that fades from a grotesque shade a green to neon pink and then to a mud-like brown. Ever since it came, he noticed two things: His clothing was going missing... and his beloved Poptart was missing too...
Infected looked out at his balcony, looking out at the trashed alleyway below. She had to be out there; Poptart was probably freezing out in the cold. She couldn't handle being out in the wild; she was too fragile. His fingers tapped at the railing of the balcony nervously, his neon pink eyes darting around the alleyway. He sniffled as he leaned against the railing and sighed. Maybe someone else took her in? Did she hate living with me? His thoughts felt like weights on his shoulders; he was lost deep in his own mind.
There was a pair of footsteps behind him. His eyes widened as he turned sharply to look at whatever was behind him. Oh. It was that... thing.
He huffed as he looked away from it. "Wh4t d0 y0u w4nt... Why 4R3 y0u 3v3n back?!" His hand gripped the railing, and he violently whipped his head to it.
She stood there still as always. He was doubting if it could even understand him or even respond. "S4y s0m3th1ng! Th4t's s0 n0t c00l!!" He shifted to fully look at it in its expressionless face. His hands clenched into a fist, his uneven nails digging into the flesh of his palms.
She suddenly grabs his cold, thin wrist. His eyes widened in fear and shock, pushing it away from him. She stumbled and tilted her head, looking like a kicked puppy. He grabbed his wrist and pulled it close to himself. "D0n't just t0uch m3, fr34k!" He shouted before coughing from the strain of raising his voice. He wiped his nose with his sleeve and looked back at it, his eyes darting around its body to see if it had anything suspicious on its body.
She raised her hand and curled her pointer finger, beckoning him to come back inside. His body tensed; he had nowhere to go. He swallowed his spit and sniffled. "G0t s0m3th1ng t0 sh0w m3..?" He wiped the fabric of his sleeves against his red-tinted nose.
She nodded slowly. She turned her body as she walked to the small dining table he had in his apartment. He was hesitant to follow; maybe he could jump off the balcony and run away, but his keys were in the apartment, so he probably wouldn't be able to get back in his apartment. His breathing was unstable. He approached her and the dining table, where he saw a plate in front of the empty chair it left for him.
His face grimaced when he sat down. A cold chill went through his body. This felt wrong, but nothing looked wrong. He looked down at the plate. It was a type of meat, it was drenched in blood, although. It was raw. He felt an ache in his stomach at the smell of the raw meat. A hand goes to his mouth, refusing to puke. His words came out shaky and stuttering. "W-Wh4t.. 1s th1s.." He wanted to look away, but that bloodied substance in front of him was so harrowing that he could not peel his eyes off of it.
She then grabbed a fork from the plate. The fork stabbed the meat with a disgusting squelch, and it milked more blood from it. His stomach clenched, and the smell seeped through his nostrils. The smell of dead flesh and sickening metal. The smell of blood. The meat appeared to have something within it, like clumps of something.
The fork that the gradient held in her claws dripped the coarse red liquid onto the table, leaving a stain on the relatively clean table top. She brought the tip of the fork holding the meat to his face. His vision blurred in and out; he only smelt the meat. THAT meat. He shook his head and leaned back in his chair. His body made a disgusted retch, feeling the contents of his stomach almost spill out from his throat. "G-G3t th4t 4w4y. Wh4t 1s th1s sh1t!" He slammed a fist onto the table, causing the gradient's eye to flicker to his hand, then back to his face.
A sick grin stretched on her face, predator-like teeth poking from her lips. His eyes widened in terror. What IS this sick creature? She then reached and grabbed his chin, her black claws digging into his jaw. He let out a breathless gasp. His face drained in color, and his body tensed more. The smell of death got stronger when it went closer to her. She moved the fork back to his lips. He sealed his lips shut, and his eyes watered from the awful smell that burnt in his mind.
Her grip tightened more, her claws punctured his skin, causing him to make a pained scream. Delightful. The fork with the deformed meat was shoved between his lips, and she held his jaw closed for him to swallow. Salty tears dripped down his cheek as the taste of rot touched his tongue. He tried to push her back, but her grip got stronger. The chunk of meat slithers its way down his throat. She finally let go. He immediately fell out of his chair onto the floor. Coughing and heaving. His body shaking, fingers digging into his floor. He felt something go back up his throat, making him vomit up on the floor. The floor now covered in blood and small bits of meat. It was disgusting, his tears becoming full-on sobs and cries.
The gradient still stood above him. The grin was gone, and now staring down at the man, throwing up on the floor like he was trash.
He tried to move or get up, but his own body was betraying him. He was weak. He was sickly. Another retch came up. The blood and bits got worse and more potent. The whole room smelled like death at this point. His heart was beating quickly like he had just run a marathon. His arms clutched around his stomach as he writhed and cried in pain. He made small pathetic curses; his throat was sore and hurt like pure hell.
His blurry gaze shifted to the soup of blood and gore in front of him, noticing something in the concoction... Was that fur..?