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❝𝙞'𝙢 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙞 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙤 𝙫𝙞𝙡𝙚.❞
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₊ ⊹ [Name] placed a cold hand on the rough fabric of the hoodie covering her chest in horror once Philip turned around to face her. the sight was incredibly horrid. a grotesque display for all to see.
she knew something was wrong. she was naive for thinking tonight would turn out to be peaceful. as relaxing as she can feel with voices screaming bloody murder at her, anyways.
the draught multiplied its volume, blowing upon her distraught hair, as her strands pushed themselves back due to the intense pressure. her mouth laid agape on her disturbed countenance, hollow breaths escaped from between her lips.
"..huh..?" she muttered, still trying to discern the scene ahead of her. her brain was shut off from the vast amount of gore, and vermilion.
Philip was crouched down in front of the body of Ike, the little boy laid departed, and deceased, the flow of breath that should have been flopping from his nostrils was no more.
that's normal. she killed him, after all.
the unordinary circumstance was Philip eating his crimson organs. his small intestine draped from the blond male's mouth, as carmine wetness stained his mouth, hands, and face. his hair was messy, his pupils were wide, but he seemed to smile, even with the gnawing at the biological structure of the dead boy.
