#The sumun of being an idiot

[louistthegreatest]

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[fluffysminion]

The Wendigo’s Child

Part One : Part Two : Part Three : Part Four : Part Five

Jaspar looks down at what remains of the body as he licks his hands clean, and is forced to conclude that there’s not any more he can eat here. Some of the flesh is still there, stubbornly clinging to bones, or too tangled in the bionics for him to be able to extract. But mostly what is left is bones, shattered so he could get the marrow out, and the inedible machinery they’d replaced their leg and part of their torso with. A pity really.

“S’that better lud?” Jaspar nods enthusiastically. He feels good, better than he’s felt in a long time. But the sight of the shards of bone where the body had been scares him. That person had been not quite the same height as him, but had been in considerably better condition. Even without the missing leg, he reckons he’s just eaten at least his own body weight. Of human flesh. In one sitting. And what’s worse…

“I’m still hungry.” He whispers the words, afraid to admit to his family that it was worse, worse than it seemed, worse than it had any right to be. It wasn’t fair, but nothing here was fair, was it? “I feel good, really good. And it’s not as bad as it was but… it’s still there. I’m still hungry. That should have been enough, should have been more than enough. But I’m not full. I’m still… hungry.”

Nikota and Karger exchange worried glances, but they’ve not stopped being worried since he found the body so he’s not quite sure what is meant by it. Then Nikota asks, hesitantly. “So… d’y’need to eat sumun else?” She looks nervous, maybe even afraid. He’s still not used to reading her black eyes so he can’t be sure.

He isn’t able to stop himself from crying this time, even the possibility of her being scared of him is more than he can bear. He crouches down, partly to be closer to her, partly because he just wants to curl up and take up as little space as possible. “No. I don’t need… I’m alright, I’ll be alright.” He sobs, hiding his face between his knees. He doesn’t want them to see him like this either, but he’d rather be seen as a crying idiot on the floor than a monster to be feared. “It’s just- it’s just something I’ll have to get used to. But I don’t want- I’m not going to hurt you. I would never hurt either of you.”

There’s a hand on his shoulder, small arms around his protruding ribcage. Black eyes looking into his own. “We know that.”