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'Am I .... hungry?'
My brain was still irregularly foggy from everything that happened. Yet, amidst the unorganized dream I had seen, I saw something weird.
No, I heard it with my own ears. Something was crying, yet despite sounding natural, the more accurate term to it is that it was organic sobbing.
Organically unnatural sobbing.
"Are you" Hungry, Mister?
"Are you" Hungry, Mister?
I hear a heartbeat. How odd. As if a heart had been attached to the wall, and is pulsing with veins running through the white-yellow rotted walls.
How specific, isn't it. I don't even know what I am saying. What am I saying?
"Are you" Hungry, Mister?
"Are you" Hungry, Mister?
"Are you" Hungry, Mister?
"Are you" Hungry, Mister?
I hear. Heartbeat.
"Are you" Hungry, Mister?
-I am too. My tummy hurts-
He@tBe@t is thumping.
"Are you" Hungry, Mister?
"Are you" Hungry, Mister?
I'm not hungry. Why do you think I would be hungry?
I, with trembling hands, flickered the light besides me as I opened the lights and looked around.
A filthy room, with a filthy smell. The red curtains were cut uglily short, black fungus accumulating on it, the bed was a fading pink, the walls old and worn and peeled.
It was truly disgusting.
My eyes shifted to something with its back to me, sobbing and crying while rocking its body. I didn't dare to look at it, so I lowered my eyes.
But what I saw made me feel nausea again.
A blood trail.
"Are you" Hungry?
I raised my eyes.
Something extremely tall, four meters was looking at me down. Something in the form of a human, but it had black skin, a very long neck, a skin-colored face that almost seemed to be made from a mixture of skin and clay as if it was molded with human skin sewn on its face, small eyes, and dispporpotionate features on its face, and body.
A beer stomach, an open mouth leaking a foul clear liquid.
But what I looked at was what was in its hand.
Whatever was left from a human head was there with peeled skin and empty sockets, as it handed it to me, the grey matter mushy yellow with pus from how long it had been left, its pungent smell assaulting my noise.
"Are you
? Hungry?
I nodded my head. Yes, I am hungry.
The last thing I remember seeing was not the food that it gave to me.
But an image I somehow 'remembered' when I looked at the head handed to me.
A sudden image that appeared in my mind. As if a camera had taken.
A grey image of a man in a suit wearing antlers on his head. He was standing on stairs, with his hands placing the antlers on his head, smiling, his dull grey eyes looking into the camera.
The wall on the stairs were filled with hundreds of different sized antlers, deers that should not have existed, trophy images of beheaded deers, their eyes plucked out.
I, of course, didn't focus on all of that.
The only clear thing I remembered was the name written down there.
-Lax, 19, XXXX.
Hannibal is happy.
Helio's second friend.-