#implied darkstache

The boy slowly walked closer to the corpse checking his surroundings again fully expecting Dark or Wilford to pop out from around a corner. When he got up on to the stage and to the body, he just stared at it for a moment, it just looked like the person was a little pale and sleeping. Bim looked around again before poking it in the check. It was still warm, like whoever killed them had just walked out. Bim sat down next to the body and waved its arm around a little.

Then Bim’s stomach growled. He had forgotten that’s why he came to the studio in the first place, Wilford was supposed to take him out for lunch. Now that he thought about it, the arm in his hands didn’t look half bad. He wasn’t supposed to eat people, everyone said so, but he was so hungry. He hadn’t eaten breakfast so he and his daddy could have a big yummy lunch. The arm really did look good. One bite wouldn’t hurt, would it? He could just spit it out if it wasn’t any good.

Bim raised the arm to his face and looked at it carefully. He gave it a tentative lick. It didn’t taste too bad, just salty. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all. Bim sunk his teeth into the flesh of the arm and tore a chunk off. He chewed it thoughtfully. It didn’t taste too bad, he thought, it was kind of like a pork chop. Dark was always telling him to give food two chances before making a decision though, so Bim took another bite. And another and another. Until there was a sizable hole in the arm and Bim less hungry. He went to wipe his mouth and his hand came away sticky and red. Bim realized he was covered in blood, his hands his face his clothes. The boy was oddly calm as he tried to think of ways to clean himself up without anyone noticing. Bim was so deep in thought he didn’t notice the door to the studio swinging open behind him.

*

It had taken Wilford longer than he thought it would to find Dark to tell him about the contestant he “accidentally” shot and Wilford was now in a hurry. He was supposed to take Bim for lunch and he hated making his adopted son wait. Bim was still pure in a way the other egos were not, and hopefully, he’d stay that pure for a long time. These thoughts had Wilford wholly unprepared for what he saw when he pushed open the door to the studio.

Bim was sitting next to the body he had left. There was a moment of stillness before Dark called out to him. Bim snapped his head to them. His face was covered in blood. Wilford and Dark were stunned. Before either of them could say anything, Bim scrambled away. Dark approached to the body and hissed.

“Wilford,” Dark whispered in a stunned tone, he…ate it…”

“Ate what,” Wilford felt wary, his stomach sinking as he walked to the stage. About a fourth of the forearm was missing. At first, Wilford was stunned. A six-year-old child was eating raw meat, he could get sick!

“We should go find him. He needs to get to the clinic,” Wilford said after a moment. It wasn’t hard for them to find Bim. The boy had hidden in his room under the bed. Dark crouched down in front of the bed.

“Bim, come out of there please.”

“No,” the boy sounded near tears.

“Bim sweetie, why not” Dark cooed.

“You and daddy are gonna yell!” The poor boy burst into tears. Dark felt his black heart absolutely shatter. Not for the first time, Wilford wanted to find his parents and give them a taste of his knife.

“No, no, sweetheart we won’t yell at you. We just want to make sure you well. Please come out from under there.” There was a quiet sniffle and both adults held their breath. They sighed in relief as Bim hesitantly crawled out from under the bed. Between the two of them, they got Bim cleaned quickly. There were still silent tears running down his face by the time they got done with the Doctor. A better quiet lunch was had in the comfort of Dark and Wilford’s room. Bim was the one to finally break the silence.

“Am I in trouble now,” he kept his head down speaking quietly. His adopted fathers shared a look over his head. Before speaking at the same time.

“No.”

Bim slumped and quietly nodded leaning into his papa. He spoke again after a moment. “It tasted like pork chops.”

“I hesitate to say this, but if your papa agrees,” Wilford glanced at Dark who was staring at him, “I can make you a nice cooked meal based on human meat.”

Bim looked up at dark with the biggest puppy eyes he could manage causing Dark to sigh gustily and cover the boy’s face playfully.

“I’m sure we can work something out. But it won’t be for a few days.”