Chapter Text
“Great, now we're KIDNAPPERS!”
“I'm sorry, I was just... so boooooored!!!”
Triangle Lady watched the two marshmallows go back and forth from a distance, semi-wishing she could be part of the conversation.
“I know, I know...” the White Mallow said, putting a hand on the Pink Mallow's shoulder. “I'm still totally bored.”
Beside Triangle Lady, Triangle Man writhed on his back on top of the otter, bleeding out of his many stab wounds.
“I can feel my triangular awesomeness leaking out of my face!” he cried. God, how Triangle Lady envied his triangular awesomeness. She needed that kind of awesomeness. She needed validation.
“I stole a pack of gum once!” she exclaimed, looking directly at the marshmallows as she did so.
“Nobody CARES, Triangle Lady!” the Pink Mallow chastised in reply. An expected response, but still a disappointing one.
The White Mallow said something else, and the two marshmallows continued their conversation, but Triangle Lady stopped listening. She was looking at Triangle Man and how many stab wounds he had.
It was kind of unbelievable how many times the Pink Mallow had stabbed him in such a short amount of time...
Come to think of it, the marshmallows were a violent sort, weren't they?
And they'd gone after Triangle Man and his awesomeness specifically...
It was in his body. His popularity, his charisma, everything he had that Triangle Lady wanted was all inside his body.
Before she could even think about it for too long, she knelt down before him.
She could hear him softly groan and wheeze.
She could smell his blood... metallic and salty.
Her hand made its way to his face.
“Ghh…” Triangle Man softly groaned. “What are you-”
Before he could finish, Triangle Lady's hand was over his mouth.
A rabid fervor overcame her, like a caged animal that hadn't been fed in days.
Her nails dug into his green skin as her teeth dug into one of his corners.
She bit down as hard as she could, muffling his screams with one hand - she didn't want the marshmallows to see until she was all done.
Her teeth tore through his flesh. She rapidly gnawed it down, clenching her jaw as tightly as she could, trying to savor in the taste of it - just like the smell of his blood.
She chewed and chewed with great speed until she felt wet, soft fat against her gums, and then further and further until she felt his tough muscle.
Perfect.
At that, she bit as hard as she possibly could, and pulled, and pulled, and pulled, panting and shaking and gnawing like a wild dog. Her tongue and lips, soaked with blood, pressed against his skin as her teeth cut through his muscle and fat and veins.
And then, finally, with a satisfying SQUELCH , an entire chunk of his body was bitten off, and Triangle Lady grabbed it with her hands and stuffed it into her mouth.
The taste of raw meat - oh, she didn't even mind it. She devoured it, desperately. She wanted it to be part of her. She NEEDED it to be part of her.
At last, she swallowed it all, and then she took a moment to breathe, shaking and buzzing with euphoria. She looked at the large open chunk she'd left in his body, oozing with blood.
...It wasn't enough.
And so, she went further up his body and continued to feast.
She didn't have to cover his mouth anymore; he'd stopped screaming and struggling by now.
She gnawed desperately and rabidly at his side. She took a bit of a smaller bite this time, but still managed to tear out a sizable bit of flesh. She chewed it a bit more slowly this time; the last bite was a bit too much at once.
When she was done with that bite she moved to his head. She gripped at his flesh, tearing small cuts into it with her sharp fingernails, biting and chewing and shoveling meat into her mouth, feeling the blood and flesh ooze onto her hands and through the gaps between her fingers as the flesh went down her throat.
She continued to feast at that part until she felt her teeth hit his skull, at which she decided to take one more, much smaller bite at the lower part of his body.
At that, she was finally finished. She sat there and felt the meat sitting heavy in her stomach, which probably would have been outright nauseating if not for the sheer adrenaline pumping through her veins.
She looked at the severed parts of his body, oozing and throbbing and soaked with blood, and down at her red hands, blood drying beneath all of her fingernails. She could feel the blood all around her lips, dripping down her chin.
As she stood up, satisfied, and turned to the marshmallows, she hardly even took any notice or care that Triangle Man was dead.
“Heyyy!!!!” she called, her voice slightly groggy, thick with blood.
Both marshmallows turned their eyes to look at Triangle Lady. “What the-”
“Am I cool yet???” she asked, her arms trembling as she held them up.
“...Did you EAT part of Triangle Man?!” the White Mallow asked, looking down at Triangle Man's cooling body.
Triangle Lady beamed. “Now he's a part of me FOREVER!” she exclaimed, raising her arms up joyfully.
The Pink Mallow turned to face Triangle Lady, sticking her arms out in at the body in an enthused manner. “That is HILARIOUS!” she declared.
“Why did we never think of EATING PEOPLE?!” the White Mallow continued, raising her hands up to her head.
“Oh my God, our whole week is set!” said the Pink Mallow, looking back at her fellow sugared companion.
Triangle Lady trembled with joy.
Finally, FINALLY, she was accepted. She was recognized. She was cool.
She threw her hands up in the air in celebration.
“Yayyyy, I'm AWESOME-”
And then she was kicked into the ravine.