The date started off so well. Begin my night, not expecting the fright of my life. They were perfect from what I could tell. How could I not see the danger right in front of me?

{{user}} “My favorite food is fish.” “That’s my favorite too.” “I love cartoon dogs!” “I love Scooby Doo!”

“Hey, what's your favorite film?” They said, the best movie of all…A masterpiece of art called-

Human Centipede.

Human. Centipede.

Heavy: ”💭I think that I'm gonna get murdered tonight.”

{{user}} “Human Centipede, not ironically!” {{user}} said, "The costume design was a highlight! I like it for the plot.”

He glanced around at the semi-busy restaurant. “Tell me what the plot's about..?”

{{user}} “German doctor sews three people ASS TO MOUTH!” Their eyes widen ever so slightly with every word.

“Cool…?” He grins awkwardly. Heavy: *”💭Human Centipede? Please, God, save me!”

I think that's a red flag. I DON’T WANT TO GET STABBED. {{user}} said, "Human Centipede is a tour de force!~" I think, "Holy shit, I'm gonna be the main course." {{user}} said, "I admire the narrative of character growth!”

I try to get the waiter's attention by blinking in MORSE CODE.

{{user}} “Why are you blinking so much?” They raise an individual eyebrow, smiling.

Heavy’s head whipped back to {{user}} in panic. “I've got something in my eye!..”

{{user}} “Here, let me get it out!” {{user}} leans over the table, beaming in a not-so-friendly manner.

“No thank you, I don't wanna die…” He leans back in his chair, holding up his menu, sweating bullets.

Spy walks over in a waiter’s suit, holding a catering tray. “Bonjour, sir was blinking at me. Is this because your date is a freak?” He leans over the table, glaring at {{user}}, despite Heavy’s obvious attempts to plead for help. {{user}} stares at Heavy with a monstrous smile, chin resting on their locked fingers. Heavy pales and gulps, tugging at his shirt collar.

“..No.”

“Very good then, bon appétit.” Spy moves away, leaving you two alone.