Fanwork 07
Jan. 29th, 2011 08:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sharknastyTitle: Happy Burger
Pairing: None
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Gore, torture and cannibalism (sorta)
Summary: Pyramid Head hungers...
A/N: I was in a shitty mood and imagining this as a more humorous scene kind of cheered me up. Then I thought to myself "Well this isn't funny. This isn't funny at all," and now it's not.
He's sitting down and she's screeching now, and it's pleasantly surprising to hear her cries. They go straight to his groin and he absentmindedly rubs at his slowly hardening prick though the fabric of his apron before staring back down at his victim. He didn't know the nurses could scream. They had no mouths, and if he had known they could, Pyramid Head would have tried this a much sooner.
One of his boots is pressing down on her lower back with almost enough pressure to break it. He stops short of snapping it cleanly, because if she can't feel from her waist down the nurse might stop screeching. Occasionally she claws at it, trying to pull it off her back and failing. His other boot is covered in in the blood pouring from the stump where her left leg used to be; thick, crimson and slowly drying on the rubber-like material. He turns from his task, massive red helm turning with him, and he groans with pain under it's weight.
For a few moments, he watches her struggle, watches her kick her remaining leg in a futile attempt to get away. She tries to use her arms and hands too, clawing at the floor hard enough to leave gouges and bloody smears from where the skin of her fingertips peel away. She keeps losing traction when she kicks her leg, the floor is too slippery for her to go any where. In a blind panic, she braces her hands on the floor, pressing down and and pushing up, arching her back against his boot.
He lets her up for a moment, and she's shakily getting onto her hands and knee before he slams his boot back down and sends her sprawling back onto the floor. Her cries of pain are louder now, echoing around the room as they change in pitch, tone and level of frustration. He tires of them now, they're no longer as nice as hey once were, just annoying and disrupting his feast. Pyramid Head drags his foot up her body, sliding her shirt up her back as he does, before stopping just above her ribcage. He lifts his foot high and brings it down hark where her ribs curl protectively around her lungs and hears them crack with a quaint finality.
She chokes, gags on her own blood that has no mouth to escape from. Her hands clutch at her throat, raw fingertips smearing already dirty skin with blood. He looks on with interest tilting his whole body to watch her spasm under the heel of his boot. He looks at his meal for a moment before staring back at her and lifting her severed leg up from it's place in his lap. He carefully maneuvers it under the helmet before opening his mouth and taking a bite of the soft flesh of her inner thigh.
Pairing: None
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Gore, torture and cannibalism (sorta)
Summary: Pyramid Head hungers...
A/N: I was in a shitty mood and imagining this as a more humorous scene kind of cheered me up. Then I thought to myself "Well this isn't funny. This isn't funny at all," and now it's not.
He's sitting down and she's screeching now, and it's pleasantly surprising to hear her cries. They go straight to his groin and he absentmindedly rubs at his slowly hardening prick though the fabric of his apron before staring back down at his victim. He didn't know the nurses could scream. They had no mouths, and if he had known they could, Pyramid Head would have tried this a much sooner.
One of his boots is pressing down on her lower back with almost enough pressure to break it. He stops short of snapping it cleanly, because if she can't feel from her waist down the nurse might stop screeching. Occasionally she claws at it, trying to pull it off her back and failing. His other boot is covered in in the blood pouring from the stump where her left leg used to be; thick, crimson and slowly drying on the rubber-like material. He turns from his task, massive red helm turning with him, and he groans with pain under it's weight.
For a few moments, he watches her struggle, watches her kick her remaining leg in a futile attempt to get away. She tries to use her arms and hands too, clawing at the floor hard enough to leave gouges and bloody smears from where the skin of her fingertips peel away. She keeps losing traction when she kicks her leg, the floor is too slippery for her to go any where. In a blind panic, she braces her hands on the floor, pressing down and and pushing up, arching her back against his boot.
He lets her up for a moment, and she's shakily getting onto her hands and knee before he slams his boot back down and sends her sprawling back onto the floor. Her cries of pain are louder now, echoing around the room as they change in pitch, tone and level of frustration. He tires of them now, they're no longer as nice as hey once were, just annoying and disrupting his feast. Pyramid Head drags his foot up her body, sliding her shirt up her back as he does, before stopping just above her ribcage. He lifts his foot high and brings it down hark where her ribs curl protectively around her lungs and hears them crack with a quaint finality.
She chokes, gags on her own blood that has no mouth to escape from. Her hands clutch at her throat, raw fingertips smearing already dirty skin with blood. He looks on with interest tilting his whole body to watch her spasm under the heel of his boot. He looks at his meal for a moment before staring back at her and lifting her severed leg up from it's place in his lap. He carefully maneuvers it under the helmet before opening his mouth and taking a bite of the soft flesh of her inner thigh.