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spookybreadstick · 3 years

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HI BREADSTICK!!! YOU’RE BACK HI!!!

Gosh I missed you!! Damn it looks like you've been through a lot of stressful situations recently baby =(. How are you feeling now? Hope you're well. I'm so happy that everything went well with your move.

I haven't felt very well for a while, you know? It felt like I was destined to never have peace, enjoy a good time. I realized that I had become used to the turmoil in my life and that it was becoming dangerous for my mental and physical health.

so recently I took a big step (literally), I started taking walks every day. It's helping me, I feel less depressed.

what I want to say is that I'm taking better care of myself, I'm learning how to demonstrate what I feel and taking care of my health, and I've never felt so good. Wanted to share this news with you, friend!

things are still bad but i'm taking care of myself! 😁

I hope from the bottom of my heart that you too can overcome the things that are happening to you (and I know you can!)

love you! I missed you! I'm sending you lots of kisses and hugs ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

- dancing parrot 🐦🎶

DANCING PARROT MY BELOVED <3 <3 <3

i’m sorry to hear that things haven’t been good for you lately, but i’m proud of you for taking steps to make it better!!! taking walks is def good for your mental health, and it’s also just the little things like the fact that you are trying to get yourself into a more positive mindset with these walks that matter <3

thank you for your well-wishes, and i’m happy to report that i’m feeling so much better now that i think all this shit i’ve been going through is behind me, and i’m hoping to get out the content that i’ve been working on this week for you guys!!

and by the way, don’t ever think that you aren’t supposed to have peace or happiness. i’ve fallen into that trap a lot myself, and it’s hard to get out of, but i do think that we’re all destined for our happiness & peace, whatever that looks like. you just have to keep on going until you find it, and sometimes it’s hard, but you’ll get there in the end because it’ll be worth it <3

lots of love and hugs right back,

- breadstick 🥖

#🐦🎶#dancing parrot #dancing parrot anon #dancing parrot anon 🐦🎶#🐦🎶 dancing parrot #the return of dancing parrot & breadstick!!#asks #welcome back!!#🥖#breadstick speaks #breadstick 🥖#spookybreadstick

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spookybreadstick · 3 years

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HIII BREADSTICK!!!

I’ve got curious...

How was the first time that EJ got too hungry?

Hope you doing well!! Love you 🖤❤️💜🤍💚💙🧡💜🖤💜❤️

-dancing parrot 🐦🎶

AHHH THIS GOT BURIED BUT I FOUND IT!!!! I hope you like it, sorry that it’s so late!! (Love you & hope you’re doing good as well!!)

I had two ideas for this ask, but I decided to go with EJ’s very first time he got too hungry, back before he was at the mansion (my other idea was the first time this happened while at the mansion, but maybe that’ll be a story for a different time).

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⚠️ WARNING: This is very disturbing. This is probably the most disturbing I’ll be willing to go in terms of creepypasta ⚠️

I’ll put the warnings after the emojis and then the story below a cut so you can choose whether to skip this entirely or read the warnings to see if it’s okay for you. In comparison with other creepypasta writers, this is probably very tame but for me personally and the stuff I typically write on here, it’s a bit extreme, so fair warning either way.

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If you have easily triggered emetophobia, don’t read!

Trigger/content warnings: description of animal death and consumption, v*miting, description of human death, cannibalism, amnesia/memory loss, losing track of time, human becoming animalistic, mental state deteriorating, uncontrollable urges, overall dark content

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At first, when he came to these woods, he had tried to feed himself berries and nuts. But his body rejected it. He knew that it was important to eat, and his body was crying out for it, but he couldn't feed it. Anything he ate was simply expelled. So, he had to take more drastic measures. A squirrel, that was the first thing. Squirrels were stupid and easy to catch. (Now rabbits were much harder. They always seemed to know when he was near and stayed far way from him). He had caught a squirrel with a little trap he had rigged, and then he... well, he couldn't quite remember. He might have cooked it. Or tried to. Oh yes, he did cook the squirrel over a small fire. Yes, that's right, because it didn't sit well with him. The cooked meat. His body didn't expel it, but it didn't really accept it either. It took away the edge of his gnawing hunger, but it didn't help much. He needed more.

He caught many more squirrels after that, hoping that maybe this time, the squirrel meat would help him feel better. The hunger, the deep hunger in his belly, it hurt. And then there was a day, a period of several days actually, where there was a dry spell. He couldn't find any squirrels. He grew weak from the hunger. Where were the squirrels? He had stumbled through the woods looking for them. There had to be more to eat in these woods.

And then he happened upon a raccoon. Or maybe it was a badger. A beaver, maybe? It was an animal, at any rate. Larger than a squirrel. And he had meant to cook it, really he had, but there was no time. He had really run out of time, and time barely existed out in these woods anyhow. But there just wasn't time to set a fire and he had quite forgotten how to. There was only one thing on his mind, and that was eating. NOW.

So he had devoured the thing. Ate everything right then and there. And finally, finally, the pain in his stomach went away. And that was how it began. The business of eating things raw. Squirrels and rabbits and deer and all sorts of other creatures that scurried about. He got so hungry when he didn't, then after a point he stopped caring at all that it was raw. He forgot that it was even a problem. Who cared if he ate things raw? Was there even another option? He didn't know. He just knew that the raw meat was enough to keep the hunger away, and to keep him from growing weak.

But there was something else, something more to the hunger than what was in his belly. There was a hunger that came from the deepest part of him. A hunger that boiled in his blood and cried out from his bones. This hunger wasn't satisfied even when his belly was full. It bothered him all the time, but he didn't know what it was. It made him dizzy sometimes, that deep hunger, dizzy with the sheer intensity of his cravings. Cravings for what, though? What could he be craving? He didn't know until after it had happened.

It was nighttime. He had heard a noise, and something in him told him that he needed to find its source. He stumbled blindly into a clearing, and there was something glowing. A fire, yes that's what it was. He had forgotten about fires. He had made a noise then, a noise that expressed his delight at the re-discovery of fire. But this had alerted another creature. The creature had stepped out of it's dwelling, whatever it was, and froze completely when it saw him. And then....

Well, then it was terrible. He couldn't remember exactly what had happened. One minute, the creature was there, standing across from him on the other side of the fire. And the next minute, the creature was pinned beneath him. It had writhed and screamed and struggled. It was much more difficult than any other creature. But in the very next minute, it was all over.

He returned to his cave for the night, and in the morning, he woke up feeling better than he could ever remember feeling. He felt focused and his thoughts were more collected than they had been before. He remembered that he was Jack. The name had felt familiar before, but like it belonged to somebody else. But now he knew that he was Jack.

Jack sat up and looked around, slowly blinking. His memory came flooding back to him, and the anguish of remembering how this "new him" came to be washed over his body. He hung his head and noticed the blood on his hands. There was blood everywhere. A cold dread crept over him as he realized that it was not his blood. He wished with every ounce of his strength that it was from an animal, but he knew better. The taste of.... it was still on his tongue. Jack couldn't bring himself to say what it really was, not even to himself. Not even in his own thoughts could he admit the atrocity that he had committed. Jack had a fleeting thought that it had tasted somewhat like pork, and he immediately gagged in disgust with himself. He hunched over and retched and retched, trying to bring it up, the horrific contents of his stomach, but nothing happened. It had settled happily in his stomach, and that deep gnawing hunger had been satisfied. Horrified, Jack howled out in emotional anguish and he didn't stop. He screamed and screamed until his body gave out.

When his body gave out, throat raw from all the screams, he finally became aware of another being in his presence. An incredibly tall and pale being, with a face devoid of any noticeable facial features. It was staring at him. Jack braced himself for death by the hands of this creature (a monster killed by another monster, how fitting) but was surprised when the hand of the creature reached out to him.

'Come with me,' the creature said, "I will help you."

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