The story is there I just yap alot before it rip (also theres more goofy art inside the project) GHGHGHGHHGH Just consider this an AU ig (ooo I know, I can call it the uh, the sPOoPy AU) okay so basically I read the straw page and was like "wait how does Damien get his yummy littol snecks??" so thats my AU, Damien gets yummy littol snecks (oh also he's not a chronic smoker anymore bc I am NYAT giving ur boi lung cancer) TW: GORE. SO MUCH GORE. The building is barley standing. With no help from the duct tape lazily thrown at its hinges, the door falls when Vincent kicks it open. Even inside its falling apart; chairs torn limb from limb and scattered across cracked tile. Damien falls into step not far behind his counterpart, he runs his hands along the walls, feeling each grain of the concrete. It burns. "Hey!" Vincent motions towards him, waving on the other side of the run down building. He pauses or a moment, then lowers his voice and says "I found one." A familiar chill runs down Damien's spine as he instinctively inches closer to his "meal". Another shudder as he watches the things face twitch. Its still. . . they're still alive. There's something else though. Other than the fear and disgust that he would much rather feel towards what he was about to consume, there was. . . excitement. . .hunger. It was overpowering. All consuming. The hands that tore at the flesh like it was paper weren't his. The teeth that destroyed marrow and sinew alike were not his teeth. The eyes that watched as the thing the- Human being. It. They. They were a human being. The eyes that watched as the human being was torn, and mangled and reduced to nothing but bone and splatters of blood and fat and skin. Those eyes were his. The feet that walked, trying not to step on guts and blood and all 206 bones completely cleaned with some bite marks. Those feet were his. This was his solution? To survival? The hand that moved but did not think? The body that took, and took and refused to give? The husk, the vessel? Was that all there was? The answer, he feared, was obvious. You made it to the end! Yippee! I LOVE ETERNALS SO MUCH ITS NOT NORMAL-
I've become a bit of a writer *smirks* ( I've been writing for three years and I still can't spell desease :sobs:) all of le characters belong to: Quinn please crush my skull
