#partybutcher

Lore [T/CW: prb mention of child neglect(I'm not very good with this one, so I'm sorry if it's seems off!!), childrens/teens deaths, violence, cannibalism, dead bodies, also prb bad writing + it's very long :_]]:

From a child seeking approval of his big brother to a serial killer huh?

Once, as a teen, Melvin always was pushing his limits, always overworking himself, barely slept to keep the resources in safety, and for what you would ask a 16 year old would do it? And I'll answer! For the approval of his dear big brother, Geod, who happened to be a so called leader of a not very big group of partypoopers[around 30-40 partypoopers in total] in the North wing of the lvl 52 that were responsible for the war supplies, food and almond water

Geod always saw Melvin as just a little problem that got stuck with him, too curious, too noisy, too needy. Geod already got used to pushing Melvin away from him or ignoring him completely

Geod never saw in Melvin anything that could be good enough

Melvin knew it but was still trying his best

One day, during the war, a group of travelers and partygoers managed to get to the North wing. Slowly, but surely, from 40 partypoopers was left only 15, including Melvin, Geod, Gunpoint, Chef and other 11 unnamed partypoopers

While others were hiding, Geod and Gunpoint were trying to slow down some of the partygoers and travelers, but, Geod didn't know, that someone else was trying to help him..

Melvin was distracting 3-4 partygoers by running in the cyclical corridors that he knew as a back of his hand. During one of the turns, Melvin didn't notice Geod and bumped into him, Geod might not get hurt, but Melvin for sure damaged his leg from the sudden fall on the brick[?] floor

Obviously frustrated Geod yelled at Melvin:

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU DOING!?"

"IT'S NOT A GAME OF TAG! GROW UP! IT'S A WAR!"

"WHY YOU KEEP GETTING ON MY WAY!?"

And yadda yadda yadda, you get the point hopefully

Ahem, Melvin was too stunned to say anything, he only reached his hand asking for help

Geod noticed a group of partygoers that were running after Melvin, he looked at his little bro, he was about to reach out to help him get up but... He stopped.. He pulled his hand away and ran away to help the others

He could help Melvin, he could grab his hand, he could slow down the goers, he has a gun after all! But.. Why didn't he do anything?.. Why...he ran away..leaving him behind?.. Did he do something wrong?..

"Did I did something wrong...again?..."

"Am I not good enough...again?...."

"There's clearly something wrong with me..."

"I just wanted to be approved..."

The last thoughts that went through Melvin's head before he was grabbed by one of the partygoers from the group that was chasing him. They clearly wanted to keep him as a backup ingredient for their cakes..

"But I don't want to die..."

Melvin thought..

"I don't want to die without being approved!.."

"Maybe.. If I try hard enough?..."

He thought.. The desire to live, adrenaline and a wish to be approved, made him bite through partygoers arm to the point of bleeding. He broke free, he hid in one of the classrooms

Melvin was trying to catch his breath, he kept thinking about what Geod did. He then got distracted by sudden..hunger?.. That wasn't that weird ofc, but, the hunger felt...different?.. The partygoers blood that got into his mouth felt...surprisingly tasty?.. He..

He wanted more...

He looked around, he at first didn't notice anything that could be used as a good weapon at first, but then, he spotted a water pipe a bit closer to the ceiling..

He grabbed some chairs and tables, got closer to the pipe, and without thinking ripped it off, he didn't even care about pouring water

He sharpened the pipe and then went to get more tasty sweet blood that he wanted soooo baaad..

He left the classroom, walked around the corridors that he knew as the back of his hand, he found the partygoer that was eating some poor poor partypooper.. Melvin didn't care about this part.. The only thing that was important was: partygoer wasn't facing his direction, it couldn't see him coming...

Melvin carefully took off his shoes to be more quiet.. He went towards the partygoer.. He raised the pipe.. He started hitting partygoer in the back of its neck till the loud click of a broken neck was heard.. He didn't stop on that

He kept hitting this partygoer while laughing like a maniac, he kept hitting till the body stopped bleeding, till its face was unrecognizable.. He dropped the pipe, he kneeled in front of what this yellow body remained.. He grabbed the piece of meat..and looked at it for a second..

"Hungry...."

He started eating the dead body

After he finished with that, he looked over at the half eaten body of a partypooper..

"he's too curious"

He grabbed the remaining piece of meat.. He started eating it..

He loved it even more..

He NEEDED even more...

He got up, he grabbed his pipe.. He was the only one who knew where everyone was.. He went exactly towards the furthest dark classroom where everyone was..

He spotted Chef.. This poor guy was trying to find Melvin.. He was worried.. Even though they weren't so close to be called friends.. He was still worried..

Chef didn't know what was waiting for him on the ceiling..

*BAM! CLINK!*

And Chef now was without an eye.. Melvin hit it out from the back of Chef's head, Chef was still alive tho.. Melvin didn't liked that...

Melvin then processed to rip Chef from limb to limb.. Chef was always known as a handy and fast guy, always trying to feed everyone... His work should be appreciated...

Melvin grabbed remains from the still, somehow, alive but unconscious Chef, he carried them to the kitchen.. He turned on the oven.. He pulled his pipe out of Chef's skull and put Chef's remains in the oven.. Surprising how Chef's cooking classes ended up being useful..

After a while, Melvin took out the cooked meat and started eating it..

Like that, one by one, Melvin cooked and appreciated everyone's hard work until only two partypoopers were left.. He couldn't find Gunpoint.. Seems like this old man ran away.. But it doesn't matter.. The most important partypoopers were still here after all! His brother...and his best friend!.. He almost managed to appreciate Geod for his work! But.. He managed to run off...tho, now his right arm is about to fall off!.. That's something!!

While searching for his best friend.. He thought to himself..

"My bestie hasn't done much...just like me..."

"How should I appreciate his work then?..."

"... Why thinking about it hurts?..."

He then spotted a dead traveler who happened to have a gun.. Then something clicked in Melvin's head...

"He hasn't done much... So.. I'll appreciate him.. By giving him an easier fate..."

He grabbed the gun.. He went to search for his friend.. It didn't take too long.. His friend was standing in that same corridor.. Just on the other end of it.. His leg seemed to get stuck in some bear trap..the ones Melvin put just in case..

"Melv?..."

"...."

"... Why?..."

"I'm sorry... I can't stop it now...."

Melvin got closer to his friend and pointed the gun close to his forehead...

"... Hey.. Melv..."

"...?.."

"... Thank you... For.. Everything... You did a great job back there... And.. Thanks for going easy on me here..."

"...-!...."

Melvin, surprisingly for himself, started sobbing..

"..Your welcome.. Friend..."

The last words his friend heard before being shot..

Melvin's hands seemed to get softer.. The gun and the pipe just..slipped out of them... He was just standing..crying..while looking at his dead friend's body...

Suddenly.. The "click" of another gun was heard behind Melvin.. He turned to see.. On the opposite side of the corridor was standing Geod, he was pointing his gun at Melvin...

Melvin got..confused?... He did this all..for his brother too after all..to get to him...to hear his approval... But now... Geod was pointing his gun with the last bullet at him... Why?...

Melvin tried to reach out... And everything turned black.. His forehead felt a quick pain... His body felt on the ground...

Melvin woke up on the same ground.. Surrounded by the puddle of blood under his head... He got up... Confused.. Disappointed... And.. Frustrated... Nothing was around him.. But his reflection in the glass of the doors...

He couldn't believe it.. His dear brother.. Left him again... By his own hand... All his work now was pointless... He killed everyone for nothing but his hunger!...

He/I doesn't deserve approval!

His own reflection was laughing at him.. He was laughing with it.. He was crashing everything around him with it...

The years passed like that... In hunger.. Disappointment.. Anger.. Maybe even fear... Until..

One weird partygoer showed up... He didn't look like any other.. He didn't flinch or attack when Melvin attacked him.. Stabbed him right in the arm in an attempt to split it open... He just... Hugged him...

... Melvin didn't felt like that for so long... It feels... Familiar... It feels nice... Safe.. He finally felt... Approved...