Tag: tw: cannibalism

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The crowd might have turned to fight her, but they lacked the courage.  They scattered.

If they teamed up, a large amount of Merchant mundanes could probably take on Bonesaw, but they’re too unorganized and cowardly.

But I can’t blame them for the latter under these circumstances.

Jack twirled his closed straight-razor around his fingers.  “Cherish, stand up.  You’re missing the show.”

Obediently, Cherish raised herself up.  She lifted her head just in time to see a blur of white and black against the night sky, followed by a large explosion from the side of Squealer’s flying aircraft.

…maybe I was hasty in concluding that Siberian couldn’t use her power to super-jump.

It tilted and bounced against the side of a nearby building, scraps of metal shearing off to land in the midst of the crowd.  A series of small detonations that ripped forth from the interior of the aircraft cast just enough light for Jack and Cherish to see Siberian striding across the deck, one of the Merchants in her grip.

Her hand grip, or her mouth grip?

In a heartbeat, she’d torn the woman’s limbs from their sockets and buried her teeth in the woman’s neck.

Om nom nom.

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She pulled on her shirt and snarled, “This is the part where I’d threaten to kill you, except they are going to do it so much better than I ever could.”

I guess she’s upfront about why she nominated Alec. No “oh sure, he’d be good for the team, just test him as hard as you fucking can and you’ll see!”

“Can’t do it yourself?” Tattletale cut in.  “Why do you have to rely on them?”

Cherish’s eyes narrowed.  “You’re trying something.  I feel smugness from you, too much confidence for where you’re standing.”

That’s just Tattletale in a nutshell, don’t worry about it.

But yes, of course she’s trying something.

Jack smiled and caught the hairs of his beard between his thumb and index finger.  “Oh?  I’m still interested to hear your answer to her question.”

Thank you, Jack!

“Fuck that.  You’re getting predictable, old man.  You want to keep things amusing for yourself, you know you’re as smart as anyone else in the room, so you take the hard road so it won’t be too easy.  Why not have Siberian eat her?  Can’t you imagine the looks on her friend’s faces when they can’t do a thing to save her?

Well, that confirms it. There is a cannibal on the team, even if I was wrong about Jack taking Oni Lee to them.

Unless of course “eat” is just their term for something weird Siberian’s power can do that doesn’t leave any meat left, but I don’t think that’s the case.

I bet it’d light a fire under their asses, rev them up for the tests.  Maybe they’ll even throw themselves headlong into it, to spare the rest.”

revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night

Also if anyone’s going to light a fire under their asses, it’s probably Burnscar. 😉

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“Can you blame us?” Tattletale gave him a shrug.  “We were talking about how to kill you guys.”

“That’s a topic that heavily concerns us, don’t you think?”

I wasn’t the only member of our group to look at her in horror.

Ahaha! Did they think the Slaughterhouse members – or Jack, at least – weren’t aware of that?

Jack laughed.  A little too hard for whatever it was he’d found funny about her statement.  “Of course, I already knew you were plotting against us, and you knew I knew.”

Let’s not go down that particular verbal cliché any further. :p

But hey, I suppose they did just compare Jack’s whole team to a chess set last chapter. There’s no game more heavily connected to that trope.

“Sure.”

“Here is what you need to know, Regent, Bitch.  Each of the Nine’s members get to put our recruits up to a test.  Some of us always give the same test, time after time, no matter the candidate.  Mannequin always asks candidates to alter themselves in a way that costs them something.

*80’s game show music plays somewhere in the background*

Siberian waits until half the candidates have been discarded and then hunts the remainder.”

I suppose that’s efficient.

“I hope she doesn’t catch you,” Bonesaw sounded disturbingly earnest as she spoke, “There’s no meat left for me to work with after she’s done.”

Nom nom nom.

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Without waiting for a response, Pinkie shoved the strip of meat into the
revolted pegasus pony’s mouth.

Is it still cannibalism if the thing you’re eating is from your own body? Is swallowing a thin bit of skin from your lips, or a tooth, or part of a nail, cannibalism?

Also I just realized that if all of Pinkie’s cupcakes are made with the special ingredient of pony meat, then Dash eating the drugged cupcake was also on-camera cannibalism… I wonder whose remains it was made from.

I’m guessing it wasn’t the griffon’s, at least. Pinkie talked about that like it was a delicacy, and it’d probably be a waste to use that for the drugging. Then again, Pinkie seems to genuinely consider Rainbow Dash a good friend throughout all of this, so maybe it was a good opportunity to go fancy with her drugging options?

Dash gagged, and immediately spit it out. Pinkie frowned, and picked up
the chunk of flesh. “If you didn’t want it, you could have said no.”

I mean, you didn’t exactly give her time to.

She contemplated the discarded snotty morsel, then gulped it up. “It’s
not like you haven’t had my cupcakes before.”

Yeah, I was about to say that, it really did seem like Dash was familiar with the cupcakes.

So how many ponies has Pinkie been feeding her wares?

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As Pinkie stopped to catch her breath, Dash
blinked and sobbed softly. Her back was in agony, her sides were on fire, and
there was an intense pain in one of her legs. As she blinked again, she saw
Pinkie pop something red into her mouth and began to chew. Noticing Dash’s
stare, Pinkie quickly gulped the morsel down.

“What?” Pinkie asked. “Oh, this?” She held up
another piece. “Well, while YOU were asleep, I got a little impatient and
helped myself to a small sample. I got it from your leg; you’re not bad. Wanna
try some?”

…on-”camera” cannibalism.

I suppose that’s not really any more fucked up than the rest of the premise for this chapter.

This is overall very gruesome (without Grue’s involvement, thankfully), even for Worm. And Wildbow decided to do this with talking horses?!

I suppose he was going for some sort of juxtaposition, but I have no idea what he’s trying to say with it.