#cannibalism.

AU where clones find other clones particularly tasty- to the point where everything else pales in comparison

Rufus would get antsy around Organon and tended to bite open wounds. Cletus found nothing satisfying despite Elysiums offerings. Organon are lottery chosen as sacrificses to the Bailiffs hunger.

Love and Consumption.

He would wake up to his feathers all over his room. All of his wings were shedding. He wasn't supposed to be molting yet.

His chest hurt.

Building! That would distract him. He adds another compartment to the G-train. He finishes the interiors of another shop. He ignores the size of the moon.

He stays up.

He builds an observatory, atop the mountains he built with his own hands. He sits. He watches. He starves.

He crashes.

His wings were falling apart now. He combs a hand through them and feathers come out in great big clumps.

--

"Hey G? G-man? You here?" Scar wheels into Midnight Alley, mushroom stew in hand. "Nobody's seen you in days! We're worried about you." Feathers coat the inside of the Magical Menagerie.

"Geez, grian, how many birds do you have in here?" He calls out. These feathers are black and far too large for a parrot. He pretends they aren't.

"G-man?" No response.

He rolls back out the door, poking his head into the Bargain Barrel Bin. Feathers coat every surface. "Grian?" Wingbeats.

"Grian! I brought you some soup, I thought you could use something other than carrots for a change!" Grian is missing his sweater. He's missing half his feathers and his sweater, and the void behind his eyes has somehow grown deeper. "You know, maybe the whole mooner thing is taking a toll on you. You really should get some sleep."

Grian just looks at him. He doesn't reach for the soup. He doesn't move. Scar respawns in his bed.

--

There's blood on his hands, his talons red with shreds of suit and blood. Scar's body is already reforming. He has to act fast.

The soul slips away from him as he grabs at it, Scar respawning too fast for him to absorb even the partial energy.

He tells scar it was a rogue creeper. He doesn't mention the gunpowder on his hands and he hopes scar doesn't notice.

--

"His name is Grian. His name is Grian. His name is Grian." He barely registers what they're saying. He barely comprehends his own name in their mouths.

He finds his wings stuck to his body, his body stuck to the ground, and he fights. His sword is gone, his axe is gone. He claws at Doc's face, latching on to his horns. When did he have horns?

He grabs Doc's horns and twists. He hears a snap under his hands. His remaining eye blinks at the body. He can feel a totem snap in doc's hands, and he twists again. Doc lays, limp. He hasn't respawned yet.

Docm77 was slain by Grian

Ren doesn't move as he lunges for him. Nobody can see. Nobody can know. And maybe it just feels good. He tosses the totem to the side and his neck comes off his shoulders easily.

Renthedog was slain by Grian using [Order of Octa]

He plunges his hand through the ribcage. The heart is a necessary organ. It contains a piece of the soul, and he smiles.

He smiles with every mouth he has, bloodstained hands lifting the organ to the mouth on his neck. He feasts. The soul is absorbed easily. It wanted to find him. It wanted to be used.

He tells himself that, as blood drips from his neck. Sugar-sweet blood and a fragment of a soul. He feels his eyes beginning to reopen. He feels his wings. He feels his wings. He can feel his wings again.

Quickly, before the body despawns and they return for their stuff, he reaches into one of Doc's ribcages.

There's only metal where there should be a human heart.

Cursing, he plunges a hand into the creeper chest. It's sour as he bites down, it tastes more of gunpowder smoke than the sweet taste of flesh. But there is enough soul left for him to feast.

He laughs. Maniacal laughter, the laughter of an isolated man, now alone in his insanity. His body shakes with laughter, each breath rattling as he reaches up to his face. His hands hit flesh. The porcelain of his mask gone, strewn aside. His hands hit flesh and they hit eyes. His wings are stuck to the ground.

Rockets. They're returning for their items. They will see his hands and they will know. He laughs.

Grian's head rolls to the side, landing in the cobwebs and slowly, ever so slowly, beginning to sink.

Grian was slain by Docm77 using [Order of Octa]

An eye for an eye is only fair.

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"Doc, what the hell was that? Did you see him? Man fought like an animal!"

"Did you stick around after he killed you?"

"No, why? Did you?" Doc doesn't answer. "Dude, if he did something else, I want to know."

"He ate your heart, Ren. He ate mine, too." Ren stops.

"Wait. Wait no. I know Grian, man. You have to be messing with me. Dude couldn't hurt a fly. Well, he could, easily, but he wouldn't cannibalize us! Would he?" Doc is dead serious, running his metal hand through his hair.

"He ripped open your chest, man. His mask fell off and there were eyes underneath. Only eyes."

"Grian doesn't have a mouth, dude. That one's common knowledge. He's gotta make room for that void in his head."

"Not on his face. On his neck, his shoulders, the base of his wings."