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reference photo explains my self indulgent hobbitization of jean's hair

Oh, but suddenly they took notice. Suddenly they’re so shocked that their quiet, shy son could be so violent. There was some deliberation, seeing as the attack had been so vicious, and it was agreed upon that he would be put into Juvenile Hall, only to be moved to a more specialized facility after confessing that he had rather enjoyed it and might do it again if Jeffery didn't stop being a jerk.

Again, his parents took notice. His Mom had called him a monster, hysterically crying as Truman sat and looked on, very confused. A monster? Him? He’s never done anything wrong in his entire life— minus the ear incident. And minus the squirrelincident, but that one had been an accident.

For nearly a year he was locked away, writing his desires in notebooks, reading and cataloging all he could about cannibalism, seeing as that was the term they kept using for his actions. It’s an interesting read, he’ll be the first to tell you, and while the hospital staff were cautious about releasing him, laws are laws and he had more than served his sentence.

It wasn't long until he would do it again and was back in the hospital, only to be released the following year. One day, he was suddenly 18 with nowhere to go. He was free though and he had his GED. As Truman saw it, he could do whatever he wanted.

Of course, the hunger reminded him that all that previous research was much different than practice, that he was indeed starving for something that he had yet to taste. Well, he still remembered how Jeffery’s flesh had tasted on his lips, he remembers it so vividly in fact...

His new diet consists mostly of meat. First, he tries every animal he could; it’s all good but not good enough. It never settles on his tongue well. Then he tries it raw and it just makes him sick. It’s when he gets the job as a janitor at a small local hospital that he finds what he was always looking for; people.

He sort of stumbled upon it, really. He admired an orderly he met, having made his first good friend in many years...only to appear saddened when he’s told by management that the other has suddenly disappeared. But it’s alright; Truman can hold onto the memory of the other forever...because he’s got a piece of him inside.

The cycle continues when he runs out of Tubberware containers of human meat— those who want to leave the hospital earn a visit from Truman; patients who once were nice to him that are suddenly ready for discharge, co-workers that are nice to him but don't seem to want spend time with him outside of work, fellow service workers that want to retire or change jobs and leave him.

Truman found a way to ensure no one could ever leave him again. And for once, he’s satisfied.