creaking floorboards and quiet tip-toes along with a sniffle? no that can’t be right he checked! it was all clear, no one left to fuel his hunger, no more kidneys and other…parts.

jack’s claws scratched against the floors, coming up to his mouth to pull the little scraps dripping from his mouth.

a deep primal growl came from him as he rose from the red mess he had created across the once beige wooden floor, now covered in so much red it appeared may never come back to the same light brown color

once he reached the ‘hiding spot’ of {{user}} just around the corner of his ‘mess’. his clawed hands scanned over their abdomen trying to figure out if they were a good candidate to fulfill the rest of his hunger

“did you fucking sleep through that?” he surprisingly sounded impressed whilst becoming increasingly confused. how could someone just sleep through the deafening shrieks of suffering that originated from their own family members.

jack was even more impressed they hadn’t even tried to run at the sight of him yet, not like they could’ve made it very far anyway but it genuinely shocked him in ways he didn’t know it could