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A new profiles appears in the "Fresh faces" bar. His name is Mark and he's 18 miles away. And like a lot of profiles, there are no pictures. He taps on the message icon.
"Hello."
He sets the phone down expecting not to receive a message quick, but jolts his head when he hears a notification.
"Hey. Ur cute"
He flutters his eyelashes and replies.
"Thaaanks. Are you?"
He holds the phone in anticipation as an image loads.
He appears to be middle- aged.
"I don't normally show my picture, but here ya go"
He's not ugly, but not exactly handsome.
"I am very lonely. ;("
He wonders if that emoticon means he's sad and winking or sad and crying.
"I can change that ;) Wyd rn?"
Half an hour goes by til Mark is at his door, giddy.
"Hey." He waves, stuffing his phone in his pocket.
Art smiles and waves back, gesturing him inside and closes the door behind him.
"Why are you, uh... A clown? Haha." He scratches the back of his neck.
Art pouts and puts his hands on his hips.
"Sorry- should I not have asked...?" He coughs.
Art nods.
"Well... Um... We gonna get freaky or what?" He awkwardly taps his pants.
Art nods.
"Oh, ok. Uh... " He steps closer and reaches out for a hug, which Art is not used to, and dodges. "Um."
Art raises a finger and walks to his other room where he brings back an axe.
"What are you-"
Art rotates and swings the axe to the man's neck, which starts spraying blood.
He falls down and tries to stop the bleeding.
Art strikes him again, this time it being his neck and head.
"St- sto-"
Art shakes his head with duck lips and cuts Mark's head clean off. He wipes imaginary sweat from his forehead.
"Oh, c'mon. Really? On the carpet?"
Art clams up, not expecting the man to be home yet. He hadn't even heard the door open he was so busy. He waves.
"Yeah, hi." He rolls his eyes and closes the door.
Art drags the body into the other room and places him on the empty floor, then gestures to it.
"Where's his head?" He huffs, walking over and sitting on the floor.
Art stomps over and brings the head to him.
"Thanks." He smiles, grabbing a spoon from the cabinet and gouging out the eyes.
Art laughs silently and rips off Mark's shirt, digging a hole to his heart with a knife he acquired.
The man throws the head away and plops one of the eyes into his mouth, it squishing like a grape.
Art throws the knife away then tilts his head like a dog and does a thumbs up.
"Yeah, it's good." He slides the other one into his throat, him swallowing it whole.
Art claps his hands and sticks his hands into Mark's chest and pulls out his heart, and starts politely chomping on it.
"What about your favorite? Any good?" He moves closer to him.
Art nods and smiles, his teeth all bloody.
He holds his hand out and cups Art's face before inserting his tongue, swirling it around. He pulls away.
Art freezes.
"Sorry." He chuckles. "You know I like everything clean."
Art knew that was true, but was still puzzled. They had eaten flesh together before and he hadn't done that. What was different now?
"Well, I'm going to bed." He stands up, but Art catches his arm. "What?"
Art stands up and kisses him, gently pulling back.
Jesus Christ, what am I doing with my life? I have to stop writing this shit.
The man smushes his face to Art's and kisses him again.
Art accepts it, pressing against the man.
The man moves away. "Goodnight." He waves.
Art lightly waves goodnight as he sits back down and continues to feast.