World End is wondering if dinner is on you (indulgencebound) wrote in penance_thread, @ 2022-05-04 16:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | !narrative, !trial, world end |
Who: World End (Feat. Hallucination of his old eve Niccolo)
What: Trial
When: May 3rd
Where: Indulgence Circle
Status: Narrative, Finished
Warnings: TRAUMATIC, On screen Cannibalism/ Vampirism (idk if u can consider it cannibalism cause he's a vampire? But I’m gonna put it anyway!), Eating of live things, If you have ANY sensitivities to eating/eating of things maybe skip this one out, graphic descriptions of hunger/vomiting/starvation, Thoughts of self inflicted vampirism, on screen character “death”, demons, ANGST, loss of control, blacking out, hurting loved ones, lots of running, it’s called Gluttony for a reason, The Italian has hover text, hover over it to see a translation, Spoilers for several recent chapters of Servamp!!
The last two trials were easy to ignore. That river place had plenty of space to roam around and kick rocks. The last two trials were a piece of cake. Sure he had to remember some stuff that pissed him off, like the way Nicco so carelessly shot that kid, but he could brush it off after punching through some shit. All in all, he could pass those ones.
This time was different.
World End clutched his stomach and staggered against the wall. His feet sloshed through the water in whatever abandoned subway he was wandering through. His hand slid against the decaying tiles and he stumbled to a knee. World End panted through grit teeth, digging his nails into his gut. “Nrrg… dammit!” He beat his fist against the wall. He felt nauseous, his stomach was twisting in countless knots. Each twist stabbed a new microscopic dagger into his organs. “Why do I have to be so damn hungry?!” He swore and slammed his fist again, breaking the tile it was on with a sharp clink. “Fuck!” World End drew his hand back, small shards of tile stuck out of his skin. Their edges were quickly growing crimson. His own blood beaded up around the wound before starting to drip down his wrist.
His mouth watered. His lip quivered. A low hissing echoed in the tunnel, wrapping around him like an endless blanket.
World End swallowed sharply and yanked the shards out of his hand before wiping it off on his white shirt. His stomach was filled with fear. What the fuck… I need to find something to eat. Goddammit. Fuck.. He stumbled up to standing and hurried through the tunnel. The hissing followed him through the tunnel, forcing him to walk faster. It grew louder and louder with his rising panic and he broke to a run. The water splashed and sloshed as he ran blinding through it, turning around tunnel after tunnel.
The fluorescent lights above him flickered, somewhere only hanging on by half of their wires. His own footsteps in the water echoed down tunnels he’d never taken. World End slammed into a railing and collapsed on it. He dug his nails into the rusty top rail. He groaned in anguish grabbing at his stomach again. “This is pointless! Dammit!” He pressed his forehead against the flaking paint. He squeezed his eyes shut so hard he saw static. His stomach growled loudly, rumbling underneath his hand. “Hahh…” World End sunk to his knees, sucking in breath. “I can’t just keep running like this. You have no idea where you’re going.” He mumbled to himself. He pressed as hard as he could on his stomach, trying to block out the sickening pains.
The hissing caught up to him. World End looked up, his belly sinking back into fear. Anxiety rose in his chest. No. No. No. Fuck. He glanced back at the tunnel behind him, where it was echoing so loudly. Then his head snapped between the two tunnels on his right and left. He scrambled to the right and started to run down that tunnel. Why the hell won’t that thing let up?! He ran, still with one arm pressing on his stomach. His gait was staggered and he used the wall to help him along. His stomach growled again, louder than before. He swore it echoed. The hissing got even louder. World End pushed himself to run faster.
His shoe caught on something under the water and he fell forward. He crashed into the water, catching himself with his hands. He pushed himself up, onto his hands and his knees. Filthy subway water dripped from his hair, the reflections of the lights casted dizzying patterns he could barely focus on. I’m going to have to fight it… I can’t keep running. I’m so hungry. Fuck I’m so hungry. World End closed his eyes as the world started to spin.
A scent caught his nose.
Sweet,