[Not] The Chungus.

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The snipping of scissors echoed across the empty hallways of the abandoned building.
Cries and pleas for the release of death were heard from a room, bloodied by severed limbs and other various body parts laying on the floor.

As the Chungus continued cutting hair from the man tied in chains infront of him, his dire screams intensified.
He continued crying to the humanoid rabbit, pleading him to let him go, asking to let him see his family one last time. His words came out choked and desperate, but even then his attempts were fruitless, deaf to it's drooping ears.

His struggling continued, until the last few strands of his hair fell to the floor.
He swallowed roughly. Tears fell from his fearful eyes, as the Chungus smiled eerily at him.

It was time.
He knew, the second it dropped it's blood crusted scissors he knew, his time had come.

Just like the others he'd seen, he would be taken apart, limb by limb, to be molded.
The hair he cultivated with care and expensive products, the same hair the Chungus had cut off, would be stuck onto his new form.

As it was meant to be, same as the rest, he would become a Chungus.

A mindless, murderous creature.
Once a normal young man, he would become a pawn to their creator.
The one who would give them life, a chance of rebirthing.

The true monster behind the curtains, the real villain.

The hideous creature we know as, the big Chungus.

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Plop.

Just like that. With just a slice of it's knife, gifted by it's savior, the mans head dropped to the floor.

The Chungus grabbed the body and stuffed it inside a machine.
The machines their savior built for the cleansing were breathtaking. Large and powerful, gushing sounds and blood dripping through cracks. It was truly splendid.

With just a press of buttons the body would be shredded and put on a conveyor belt, moving to more machinery to be molded and cooled.

How amazing of a process it was.

Although it would rather watch the bloody intestines move across the belt, it decide to refrain. It had work to do.
It would not let it's savior down.

Pulling it's tray of scissors and various other sharp items with it, it left the room, heading to the next.

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Whoever reads this, I hoped you enjoy it. It's not particularly well written, but I'd rather not spend my time writing when I should be sleeping.

The stories will be short and I'll try to add more gut wrenching scenes. I plan to put in more characters, who have different types of background into this book. Nonetheless, I cannot confirm much.