"I need y'help. Don't really wanna go t' any of de odders, cause I dunno if dey'll understand. Bu' you.. Eh. You eat people, an' I have a feelin' y' migh' at leas' have some advice. If dat's a'ight witcha?"
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"Whats up? Ya' got some sorta cravin' fer flesh now?"
He sighed. "I wish t'were dat easy. Dere's dis.. voice. In m'head. An' it likes t'tell me t'do dese t'ings, usually involvin' violence an' blood an', well, ouis, eatin' people. Sometimes, it talks t'rough me."
He tilted his head "Ya' got dem voices too, huh? Little shits are hard ta' ignore. The best advice I could give ya' is ta' start eatin' raw meat. It calms 'em fer awhile."
"Raw meat?" Remy's nose wrinkled. "Are y'sure? It had me diggin' in a bin de odder day, fer some leftover somebody chuckled."
He nodded "yeah, try ta' stay away from da bins"
"I live in de city, how de fuck am I 'possed t'do dat?" He pulled a hand down his face with a grimace. "Hate it. S'only one voice, bu' de damn t'ing don' shut up."
"Is it talkin' to ya' now?"
"..Non. Bu' it's givin' me it's emotions, an' dat's worse."
"What emotions ya' got?"
"It don' like dat I'm talkin' t' you. An' it don' like y', eit'er. It don' like mos' people."
He chuckled as he crossed his arms "Fair enough. Though it should know dat I know good places ta' get ya' some food that it'll like."
"Food as in people or.."
"Whateva ya' cravin'."
"No' people."
"Still, I can get ya' some food."
Remy hesitated. "..Fine."
He smiled "now.. what're ya' cravin'?"
"No' people." He repeated, despite the voice in his head saying otherwise.
He sighed "I get dat.. just.. tell me what YOU want ta' eat, not what it wants."
"Hell, I dunno." Shut up. "Been a while since I'd had somet'ing good an' Cajun, it's too expensive here."
"I can cook ya' up somethin'."
"Dat.. would be nice. Merci."
"I know a few recipes, ya' got any specific thing ya want?"
"Nah, no' really."
He nodded "alright, well.. I suppose I'll just make one o' my favorites then"
Remy nodded back. 'Alrigh'."
He headed to the kitchen where he started to get out different ingredients
He followed. "..Need help?"
"Sure, it'll go a lot faster with two hands" he set the ingredients on the counter
He picked up a knife to start chopping things. "It likes doin' stuff like dis. Cookin'. Or maybe it jus' likes de sharp stuff involved. De voice, dat is."
He nodded as he got to work on some of the other ingredients "Probably a mix o' both"
"Bot'? Wha' makes y'say dat?" Remy glanced up.
He looked at him "The sharp stuff, being able to cut somethin', gives a sense o' control also knives are pretty deadly. And cookin', well it satisfies the hunger. Yer makin' somethin' for it ta' consume, ta' distract it from wantin' ta' harm"
He snorted. "It'd like t' stab y', bu' I ain't lettin' it. Mostly 'cause I like you, even if y'are.. unconventional."
He raised a brow "Unconventional? How so?"
"De cannibalism. I seen it a lil wit' V.E.N.O.M., bu'.."
"Ah... Yeah.. I see what ya' mean ." He gave a small smile before going back to working on the gumbo
"Ouis."
He cleared his throat "well.. uhm.. anyways"
"Didn' mean t' make t'ings awkward." Remy went back to chopping things. "Y'know, it's been a while since I done dis. Kinda nice t' be doin'."
"What? Cookin'?"
He shook his head. "No, well.. yes. Cookin' dis stuff. I do some, when I can afford de ingredients."
He chuckled and nodded
Remy glanced over at him. "Wha'?"
"Nothin'."
"Hm." The knife slipped. Remy stared down at the cut, watching as a fine mesh of black ooze filled it in. "...Dat's.. new."
He glanced at the cut, sniffing the air curiously "don't smell like blood ta' me."
He put the knife down to poke the cut. 'Dat's 'cause it aint. I don' like dis. Really don' like it."
He walked over to him "smells.. weird"
"..M'be don't try an' eat it."
"Wasn't gonna"
He watched the ooze slid back under his skin, exposing.. well, healed flesh. There was a faint red line where the cut had been. "Weird."
"Think its one of those strange aliens you told me about?"
He swore under his breath. "I don' like it, bu'.. I t'ink you righ'."
"There a way to test if its true?"
"High pitched noises. Or.. fire."
"Hmm.. what could we use ta' make loud noises?"
He shrugged. "Bang two pots t'gether?
He grabbed some pots and babged them together
Remy clutched at his ears. That same ooze that filled in his cut peeled away from his face, shrieking from a mouth with too many sharp teeth and spasmed.
He stoppes "well I'll be damned.."
Slowly, he brought his hands down, swearing under his breath.
He set the pots down
"..Guess dat answers dat question."
"Fuckin' weird"
Remy stared down at his hands like they revolted him. "Y'can say dat 'gain. Wha' de fuck."
"I don like dat"
