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A mass of red and pink flesh sat at your knees, the smell of the last droplets of blood left in the mix almost intoxicating. It made saliva dribble from your lips and onto the wooden floor.
Nothing would ever compare to the act of eating another you, but you still wanted to partake in this sort of ritualistic feast with your feline companion.
Baby had already started to munch through the meat, but you wanted to enjoy such a festivity thoroughly. Sharing a meal like this was, after all, a very important part of companionship.
Parasitic beings like you never shared. Power was too important and your species was too egotistical, but in rare moments like these, a true bond of what humans would call “friendship” was formed.
You fully welcomed the feline, therefore making a sort of pact to take care of it through your life until death. Usually when this ritual was performed, the companions tended to fight to the death and cannibalize on eachother in a sort of dual suicide, but you didn't want to ruin the hard work you did on your vessel.
So you opted for a more human version of the ritual. No ripping each other to shreds – just a mix of grinded meats from the fridge, all pushed into a pile on the kitchen floor.
Surely the skeletons would understand your view if you explained it to them, and then you could all have your own feast together.
"JUPITER! YOUR DOG IS EATING RAW MEAT FROM THE FRIDGE AGAIN!” Edge’s screeching voice drilled into your ears.
All except one.
Edge seemed to do this all the time, yelling about whatever thing he deemed you’d done wrong:
He yelled when you made the living room’s TV topple over while trying to catch that annoying fly roaming around the cabin,
He yelled when you wanted to feed the poor, desperately hungry Baby so you snatched the bag of baked goods Jupiter had brought home after a long day of work,
He yelled when you refused to give back the black and red striped sock that had fallen from the laundry basket,
He yelled at everything!
It didn't matter to you if Baby had already eaten two minutes before or if the sock was Fell’s property, the weak cat was starving and the sock had definitely fallen on purpose due to the work of a higher being who had chosen you to be its caretaker.
It's not your fault you were so high and mighty to the point even the Gods themselves wanted you to own that sock.
Fuck’s sake, these skeletons don't understand anything!
You shoved the rest of the meat into your mouth, eagerly gulping the whole thing in one fell swoop before anyone could see it.
Baby, your accomplice, licked away at the remains on the wooden floor.
All is hidden. That tall, red skeleton has no proof of any mischief caused. Jupiter will, of course, take your side and you'll be left another plate of food tonight, which you will share with your delightful paw friend.
"Is That Why It Smells Like Raw Chicken In Here? _____, Have You Really Eaten All Of Our Raw Meat Again?"
Uh oh.
Mission abort. You were gone underneath the wooden table before anyone could bat an eye.