"Happy first salary day!"
The living room's light shone upon the crimson tablecloth as his parents entered with a big, colored cupcake, packed with numerous small lit candles.
As unnecessary as it was, his parents wanted to celebrate something 'good' that happened within them; work was nothing to celebrate. They gave him his first salary, which he regrettably told them that he needed, and that's why they came home earlier than usual to celebrate- plus they just wanted a reason to escape. This was the first time they would come early, unlike their usual late entrance.
Lifting the kitchen curtains, Wao Ren carried out the spicy ramen he had made. A bit of blush on his bent face, going to one side of the diner table, and avoiding his parents. Being around them had made him trained in cooking, not good enough to brag, but good enough to eat and not have a stomachache.
"How was work?" Wao Ren asked, twisting a fork of noodles.
"Work was work as always, don't be embarrassed by this, Ren. We really want to congratulate you, that's all. We wish our parents had done this for us." Wao Ren's dad said, removing his raincoat and duck boots alongside his mum. They dropped the cake onto a table.
His parents were both styled in slim-fitted crisp suits. They tossed their dirty clothes into the bathroom, washed their hands at the basin, and left dots of red stains on it.
"We know it's embarrassing, but we will still do anything to be with you." His mom said, her face in a full smile.
"I know," Ren responded, lowering his head to focus on the television news. A familiar name popped up, one that they used to laugh at when it debuted. They no longer do.
[Mister Piggisim has struck again, the fifth murder case has happened in our city's old district, with the victim found in Mister Piggisim's classic bent over a furniture naked presentation, which is obvious what additionally happened to the victim, just like the other three!]
[Police believe they have identified the suspect! Dear citizens, do not panic, but please lock your doors and windows. Common sense should add that you shouldn't leave your house late at night!]
"I hope they catch him." Ren's mom said, shaking her head.
The lashing rain drummed against the glass window, different from the boiled yellow colored interior of the house.
Ren's dad scooped up the remote. "Ren, I have told you multiple times not to watch the news. They won't do anything good for anyone now." He didn't change it, dropping it back.
Ren didn't respond, shifting his focus to the interior of the house.
The walls were engineered with materials to prevent anybody outside from knowing what is going on inside the house.
Another thing to notice was the living room's new refrigerator, which used a fan to cool its contents inside, the contents being different cuts of meat.
The kitchen had vacuum-seal bags scattered around that contained chunks of meat, while under the counter was a thing he didn't know the name of, but he knew that once mixed with a certain level of water, it would speed up the decomposition of food, especially meat. He never wondered why they had it.
Also, behind the bathroom door, was where they 'did' the meat as there were thin transparent films stretching all over the floor inside. He knew that it wasn't normal meat that had been done. He didn't want to process what it was; he didn't want to try to imagine.
His hands trembled slightly.
"Now come on, we both ran away from work and walked through the rain to get this cupcake here." His mother said, bringing the cake towards him, his father was behind her, smiling with her. They both crouched with the cake level with their head.
His mother's smile vanished, her wide sparkling eyes staring at him intensely.
"We want you to make a wish, honey. This is very important to us, no matter how childish this looks. It would mean a lot in this situation of our lives to just pretend we are very happy and childish. Come on." His mother said, Ren nodded.
His dad went to switch off the lights. It was now just his mom's bland expression illuminated by the burning candles to high definition, where wrinkles and pimples could be noticed. She gave a full smile while closing her eyes, waiting for him to give his wish. Her smile was reaching her eyes on her face, resembling something odd to him; his heart increased in intensity.
"I wish you two would always stay with me." The light was turned on, and he could feel sweat coming out of his body.
"We won't leave you. Also, next time, don't look at your mother's face when the candle is lit. She will jump your heart." His dad said, expressing fatigue as he removed all the candles from the cake and took a piece out of it to eat. His mom rolled her eyes and gave Ren the remaining piece, having not even tasted his noodles, as his mind was now on the cake.
[Oh my God! Ladies and gentlemen, we have breaking news! Mister Piggisim has fled to a residential area, we beg on our knees that citizens in the old district should absolutely be careful and not answer any stanger!]
His parents froze. He admired the cake.
[Attention! Based on the police findings. Mr. Piggisim is between the ages of late twenties and early thirties! He stands at around six foot three to six foot six!...]
Ren put a piece of the cake into his mouth. An explosion of blueberry flavour occurred, which made him close his eyes in enjoyment.
His mom wanted to stand up. Ren pulled out a gun and fired; his mom dropped.
His dad was shocked and went to help his mother. He was shot.
Ren stood up and looked at the news on Mister Piggisim. He shook his head and went to a wardrobe. He brought out thick, knotted leather ropes and tied both his mom and dad before dragging them to the bedroom.
He opened the door, there they were: Naked and mounted in sweats upon one another were multiple copies of his mum and dad, all bound up with facial expressions as if melted butter- he couldn't even call them humans anymore.
No matter how many times he bounded down a mom and dad that came, another one would come, no matter how many he bounded up. It would repeat itself.
They all looked at him upon his entrance, their eyes tearing up while their floppy mouths shook to speak in unison.
"Please, stay with us!"