Summary: @the-asexual-reaper Wrote a gorgeous piece of cannibal, murder Bim and it made me so happy that I thought maybe I’d try my hand? Reaper’s fic can be found here. Also @splatoon-jim hope you like it. Enjoy~
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Bim didn’t feel such things as power hungry or envy in regards to how the hierarchy was set up in the lives of the Egos. He didn’t need to have control over that aspect of his life. Not when there were so many other, more interesting parts of his life he could attend to.
He didn’t pick Wilford out of spite or anger or need to take his place within the home of the egos. It was because the poor bastard was the easiest to lure away. It was because out of everyone there, Wilford trusted Bim the most. His trust in Bim could be rivaled only with his trust in Dark. Hence, the pink moustached ego was stretched out on a metal table, strapped into place.
Bim was tugging his surgical gloves on when Wilford groaned. “What the bloody hell is goin’ on here?”
“I hadn’t wanted to drug you, believe me.” Bim sighed. “Unfortunately I haven’t the experience of taking down someone your size… The drugs in your system will sour the taste, but only slightly. Nothing that we can’t come back from, no worries.”
Wilford’s head was swimming. No, no no no, Bim? Bim who was his friend? Little, bright Bim who got squeamish stepping on a bug? No, no no. Wilford laughed. “Oh I see! This… this is another joke, isn’t it?”
“Would you like to believe that, Wilford? Would it help you to believe that this is all…” Bim pointed his dagger around the room. “Some kind of joke?”
“What else could it be?” Wilford was grinning. “You… you wouldn’t kill me.”
Bim shrugged. “We’ll see about that.” He said. Wilford watched him, chuckling manically as Bim slipped an IV into his arm. “I just want to see if I can get away with it, really. I can’t say I won’t miss you, Wilford. I just want… need to know.”
“Alrighty, Bim.” Wilford grinned. “Bim Bim Bim… Bim, Dim… Dim dimmy dim.” He muttered, the drug inching its way into his system. The drug took effect quickly, thanks to Bim’s starving him all day. “Dim dim… dame. Dame-in.”
Bim ignored his mad ramblings, sanitizing his dagger and grabbing a bowl. He placed the bowl beside Wil’s arm and sliced down his skin.
“Damien!” Wilford shouted. “What… what are you doing?”
“Damien?” Bim asked. “Who’s…? Oh I don’t think that’ll matter for much longer. Don’t tense your arm. I need enough for a sauce.”
“Damien…” Wilford whimpered. “Please… please let me go. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, it was a joke. Please don’t hurt me.”
Bim hesitated. Then, with a sick, bone chilling smile, and eyes colder than the artic, he said, “I don’t forgive you.”
And he drove his dagger into Wilford’s thigh. Wilford screamed. He screamed, calling out for this Damien repeatedly, begging for forgiveness. Bim denied it time and time again, grinning wider and wider as he did, stabbing a new spot in Wil’s arms and legs each time.
Finally, finally he calmed down, the blood loss getting to him. Bim hummed softly as he carved into Wil’s chest. While it was still beating, albeit slowly, Bim detached it from the rest of his body. Wilford died with fear in his eyes and pain in his heart. Bim wondered who in the house would care for such a thing.
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“This is cow heart?” Dark asked, raising an eyebrow.
Bim sat down beside him. “Yes, and I am dining on its tongue.” He smiled. “What do you think?”
Dark hesitated before taking a bite. He made a soft noise, and Bim beamed. Dark paused and shrugged. “It’s pretty good.” He admitted.
“I’m so glad you like it.” Bim grinned, taking a bite.
Dark had a few more bites. “Where’s Wilford? I haven’t seen him since this morning.”
“I’m sure he’s around.” Bim hummed. “Don’t worry about that now. Just enjoy your meal.”
Dark raised an eyebrow, but otherwise kept on dining on the heart of his best friend.
A Glitch Named Anti 