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cannibalism
barty has chunks of flesh missing from various parts of his body because evan is quite literally obsessed with how he tastes
he bites chunks off and holds it in his mouth, savouring the coppery taste of blood coating his tongue
to him, there is no better meal than the flesh of his lover
cannibalism of c*s m*n should be legalized
seriously, by upholding the patriarchy they ruin it for the rest of us, the only useful things in their bodies are the compounds that form their tissues and organs n' shit, and they don't need to be alive for us to benefit from them
I Was a Teenage Zombie (1987)
Goodnight out there, whatever you are.
My Brother Klaus - Creepypasta
warning: Child-endangerment, child abuse, slight child molestation, child neglect, blood, gore. foster care.
Author note: Thank you to my editor and proofreader and bff @/Leahlmaoooo on insta!!!!
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Sorry if this ends up a tad blunt. It's to the best of my ability how I can properly account these events to the finest of detail.
My Name is Nadia Walsh and I am currently 30 years old, living in Cardiff Wales with my fiance and our three-month-old and I am safe;
this... has been what I've had to consistently remind myself for the last sixteen years (in and out of my therapy sessions), since the last time I saw my brother.
You see when my brother and I were babies we’d been put up for adoption by our parents.
Growing up we were constantly tossed about the foster care system endlessly. In and out of shitty and shittier homes for what had begun to feel like an eternity. That was of course until we landed in the “perfect” nest of the O’Keese’s.
Klaus (my brother) was a complete sceptic growing up. This made each house a target for questions, especially when our social worker told us this would be our permanent residence from then on. Apparently, the O'Keese’s made splendid guardians from the outside looking in...
Don't get me wrong, they had a beautiful home, full of comfortable furniture, and they had enough playing space that any six-year-old could ever ask for. However, they were just so old (that one would begin to wonder how they were even allowed to adopt) and Mr O'keese was anything but a saint.
Mr O'Keese's form of punishment was physical, and always aimed towards my brother, even if he hadn't done anything.
The abuse happened so often Mrs O'keese began escorting me out of the house and away from the couple. Despite this, I was always able to hear it from outside and still to this day I can feel that awful guilt washing over me. How the hell that man was ever given permission to teach children is still beyond me, my guess: O'keese had sculpted himself a metaphorical mask that in mornings on weekdays he’d slip into along with his dress suit and become the family man nobody in the house believed he ever was. Lest his devil behaviour follows him out of the house, always lurking, growing as he watched my brother and I from afar until he could strike.
On Klaus’ last Friday I recall refusing a ride from Mr O’keese to walk with my brother, in reply he simply had scowled and drove away, we waved goodbye to Mrs O’keese and still enjoyed the walk to school out of spite. We spoke for a while, catching up with one another and just enjoyed the spring that was settling around us, things where peachy until I had asked a question I clearly should’ve given a second thought.
“Are you... happy living with the O’keese’s?” This is where the switch had seemed to flip, he was quiet for a while then pulled his hood tighter before replying “you ask this every single time we talk, Nadia,” he snapped “I’m just holding out until I can move out and when I do I’m not coming back. You can stay with them though cus’ your obviously comfortable putting up with all their bullshit.” he sped up his walking. “I- I'm sorry! Listen, I know how much he puts you through, and I-I know it’s not fair but I also want to just make sure you're okay... Klaus!” I ran after him “if you care about my well being so much, why not try to stop him? Defend me maybe?” I told him I was scared and that I understand his frustration, that if I could I’d already have us out of that house and as far away as I could to live a happier, more functioning life … and I hated that I couldn’t! Because no one would listen to me when I had tried before so why would they listen now?
In the end, we arrived at school and went our separate ways to class for the day.
When lunch rolled around Mr O’keese had requested I come by and have lunch with him, I was obviously very hesitant at first and still was when I met with the closed door of his locked classroom, I knocked and to my surprise, it opened immediately (almost as if he were waiting for me).
Mr O’keese hustled me in, I examined the room and even his desk but it didn’t seem as though there was food waiting, so I just thought he must have planned to purchase something from the cafeteria?
“Nadia, you're a good girl aren’t you?” I turned to face him curiously “I try to be, sir.” he approached “that’s a good answer,” his hand caressed my face gently, “now I was planning a special lunch, just between father and daughter. It would be my special treat,” he began “however, another idea happened to come to mind. I thought of a game we could play together…” he closed the gap between us and my knees buckled on the desk behind me “Just you and I, for this hour and no one will ever know.” Mr O’keese began feeling me in ways I never ever want to think about again, he kissed me many times and whispered disgusting nothings into my ears as I held my breath.
Finally, someone had kicked open the door to the classroom and ran in, at this moment I pushed the desks behind me farther back, kicked him away and escape Mr O’keese’s bubble, my heart racing, my mind a wreck. As I regained my nerves for a moment I looked up and saw my saviour, Klaus.
Klaus had wedged himself between me and that sick disgusting bastard and I began hearing a low rumbling growl, as Klaus breathed heavily. Mr O’keese had recovered and I noticed his head and the corner of his teaching desk dripping with blood. Despite this O’keese towered over Klaus once more as Klaus stood his ground “-And what are you planning to do little man?!” his voice boomed “I, Made, YOU, what you are, idiot.” “stop it..” Klaus interrupted “I RAISED you, observed you from afar, you think I don’t know your weaknesses?” Klaus’ hushed growl only seemed to grow louder with each threat “You can’t hurt me even if you fucking tried.” he laughed “now, move out of the way so I can get some of your sisters sweet-ass.” he barely got the words out of his sick sour mouth before Klaus attacked, not with his fists but with his… teeth. I heard the sounds of flesh rip from its threshold and quickly saw O’keese’s giant stature collapse, blood sprayed over the walls and the ground just as quickly became a bloody slip and slide. I continued hearing the crunches and gurgles of pleads for help under my cupped ears, I stayed frozen in a corner across the classroom and prayed that I was safe from whatever that thing was on top of Mr O’keese.
Suddenly, from below my arched legs, I saw the crawling blood pool and I shakenly found the strength to gazed up noticing the sounds had stopped.
Klaus’ head snapped to my corner and he looked as though he longed for comforting, but I couldn’t get myself to move. His hood had fallen and I recoiled as I saw the raw gash in the side of his head exposing part of his lobe, his eyes white and bloodshot and his mouth now full of monstrous sharp teeth. It was safe to say I was mortified but I could still make out my brother under it all, who was just as shaken.
“Nadia-” he began but was quickly silenced by a blood-curdling scream that came from one of the sisters outside the hall who had spotted the blood. And in an instant, he panicked and just as quickly jumped and ran out the classroom window. And the last I saw of him he disappeared into the forest behind the school.
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