It was quiet the forest was still and calm ”BASH BASH BASH” then a figure steps out of the forest covered in blood licking his sharp teeth with long rabbit ears fluffy blonde hair and caramel skin and wide red eyes he emerges from the bushes licking his sharp bloody yellow teeth “that was heheheheheh delicious~” he said almost full of lust wiping his bloody hands on his black apron his heavy boots covered in organs and blood and other bodily fluids he cleaned off his axe with such precision and dedication licking his lips waiting for his next meal he glanced at the dismembered corpse next to him he smiled satisfied with his work he grabbed a handful of organs and devoured them as if they were candy “ahh this is delicious i can’t get enough of this” he said his voice purring as he chewed the fragile tender casing of the organs chowing down as if he was a zombie the squish and pop of the body only fuling his hunger  he ate his fill and stood up cleaning his hands and leaving the corpse to rot only the bones were left of the corpse he walked through the woods proud of what he’d done knowing he gotten away with it then he starts thinking of the victim’s family if they had one he starts to laugh to himself like a maniac then a filmillar voice rings behind him “well another meal..piper ashaway?” The voice said piper the man with the rabbit ears turns his head to face where the voice was coming from. He smirks, licking his teeth “don’t you get tired of chasing after me…Owowka?” He said his voice low and purring Owowka glared at him, His eyes shining in the moonlight “i’ll never stop hunting you till you drop dead in hell you sick motherfucker!” he said holding his gun his long black hair moving with his movements Piper laughs loudly opening his dry chapped mouth showing his sharp yellow jagged teeth “come on try to fight me you dumb fucker!” he said holding his axe tightly Owowka charged at piper but piper didn’t move he licks his lips and he throws the axe it landed in owoka’s head owowka falls pushing the axe further down splitting his skull in half their blood filling the concrete like a crimson jam Piper licks his gloved hand the rubber flicking against his taste buds he then flexes his fingers the rubber of his gloves tightening with his movement “well…best to not let this go to waste” piper said as he picked up his axe and owoka’s corpse he threw owowka’s corpse over his shoulder and walked on his heavy boots clacking against the asphalt as blood fell beneath his feet he smirked again “finally i got rid of this annoying bitch now i can hunt my meals in peace” he whispered then he licks his snake like tongue across the cold dead face of Owowka’s corpse and he shivers in joy “i can’t wait to devour this snack” he said then a police man grabbed piper by the arm “sir who are you carrying?” He asked his accent thick and full, piper thought of a lie quickly “w-well this is my boyfriend and he had too much to drink” piper replied trying to sound calm “alright then why are you carrying an axe?” the cop asked his suspicions growing “oh that i bought it on the way home i’ma butcher you see” piper replied this time telling the truth at least about him being a butcher he’s had that axe since he was 18 then the cop smiles “alright sir take it easy… and be careful the devil’s butcher is out tonight” piper nods pretending to heed the cop’s warning piper then continued to walk for a few more miles giggling  at the nickname ‘devil’s butcher’ it amused him hearing it knowing he would be remembered for his crimes before finally arriving home he kicked open the door and threw owoka’s corpse on the floor like a toy and he grabs his tools he sharpens his meat cleaver his mouth drooling waiting for the taste of the flesh on his tongue and the crunch of the bones between his teeth he couldn’t wait He struck the knife into her cold stiff arm and then he started to devour the corpse the sound of flesh being broken by teeth, and blood being thrown onto the walls and bones breaking filled the room he devoured the corpse like he was a starved zombie when he was done he licked his lips and discarded the corpse in the fireplace burning the bones to ash he smiled as the bones burnt and withered away proud of what he had done he kicked his feet up on his coffee table the top of the table being worn down from him placing things on it and he untied his black rubber apron and unbuttoned his shirt a chest full of scars comes to light and he sighs and he then starts to touch his scars and he starts to trace them like they were art and he smiles wider then pauses looking at the time “heh almost morning should get some sleep” he heads up the stairs his shirt falling on the steps when he makes it to his room and lays in his bed and he closes his eyes and drifting off into slumber dreaming of nothing but static and fuzzy memories