Goretober - 2022

22. Sharp Objects || Jackieboy Man

(Ooh, what's this? More adventures of Anti possessed Jackie? Don't mind if I yes!)

Jackie glanced over the table stuffed with sharp objects, feeling himself gravitating towards a plain knife. He picked it up, feeling the satisfying weight of the blade in his hands.
He didn't know why they didn't go for any of the other sharp objects, a harpoon, clearly better than spoons. Or maybe even a spear, that would be cool. But they had picked up the knife.
Right, obviously the best choice, the best sharp thing. Jackie nodded in blind understanding, feeling his body start to walk towards the door. He jumped up into the air once he was outside, listening and scanning the ground below him intently for a new victim. Someone to plunge into with their new knife, to watch the blood spill out of them as they screamed. Or maybe he'd slit their throat and grin as they choked on their own blood, the crimson liquid pouring down their throat and into their lungs and stomach as they paled, unable to scream through the thick fluid that clogged up their throat. He wouldn't allow them to torture anyone though, he couldn't stand the look of horror and pain mixed with helplessness on their faces in that situation. He didn't know why. Maybe it was who he had been before the voice-
Or maybe he'd cut out their eyes before ripping out their throat. Drag his knife down their stomach, from their neck to waist, watch as blood gushed out of them, a fountain of red. He could cut off their hands and let them bleed out from the arteries in their wrists. Slit them down the thigh, cut through the artery, blood spurting out the back of their legs. There were endless possibilities. Jackie felt his face turn up in a grin.

(Writing this one has taught me that maybe I'm a little mentally unstable :D)

(Also there's a reference in there, if you understand you get a cookie)