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INTRODUCING: Cannibal!Chris

⚠︎ Trigger Warning: talk of cannibalism, factual information, talks of calorie count for human parts, talk of isolation, cannibalism as a metaphor for love, definition of hard vore and vorarephilia, sad song, sad song lyrics, mentions of blood.⚠︎

Cannibal!Chris... Had to resort to cannibalism to stay alive. Feels immense guilt for being alive himself. Struggles to take care of himself. Quiet. Loner. Blames himself for Nick leaving. Walks on eggshells around Matt. Overly self-critical. Overly self-aware. Tends to internalize problems. Self-doubt. Often ruminating on past actions or perceived wrongdoings. Even when the situation might not warrant it. Difficulty forgiving himself. Frequently worried about potential negative consequences of his actions; anxiety. Tension with Matt. He avoids certain situations or Matt because they trigger feelings of guilt.

Food aversion -- causes you to reject a specific food because your brain tells your body it is inedible. It also causes your body to react negatively by feeling nauseous or gagging at the food's sight, scent, or taste.

Cannibal!Chris... developed his food aversions around the age of 15. He spent years 16 and 17 in and out of hospitals trying to diagnose and treat his growing malnutrition. At the age of 17 his doctor prescribed what is known as the raw meat diet. He started the raw meat diet immediately.

The raw meat diet consists of eating only raw animal products, such as raw beef, bison, lamb, and elk. With this diet comes the risk for other illnesses. The all-meat diet, though high in protein, lacks other vital nutrients.

Nutritional deficiencies can include:

Calorie, vitamin B12, and vitamin D deficiencies.

Symptoms of these deficiencies are:

Vitamin B12 deficiency: Symptoms include fatigue, numbness, and trouble walking. Vitamin D deficiency: Symptoms include fatigue, bone pain, and muscle aches. Vitamin deficiency anemia: Symptoms include fatigue, shortness of breath, and dizziness.

Nutritional value of human flesh compared to other animals: A pound of human meat contains about 650 calories, while a pound of wild boar or beaver meat contains about 1,800 calories.

Why human flesh is not a good food source. Humans are not very big animals, so they are not an efficient food source compared to other animals. Chris' body rejects everything. Preying on other humans is riskier than hunting animals, Mortician!Matt to the rescue. Cannibal!Chris doesn't know what to do for a long-term food strategy other than cannibalism.

Cannibalism can be an uncontrollable addiction that makes him seem dangerous.

Cannibalism makes him feel different and causes him to feel rejected by society.

Most cannibals are not psychotic. They very well know what they are doing. He feels extreme guilt for having to eat human body parts. This has caused him to self-seclude. For fear of anyone finding out, he cut ties with all his old friends. The only people who know about his cannibalism are his brothers. Nick, utterly disgusted, left him and Matt behind. Matt, wanting to support Chris, got a job as a mortician until they can find out a better solution.

Eating a victim ensures that he is never alone. He has the victims with him at all times. They can never leave. Chris is haunted every day by his sickness. He would rather wither away to nothing than eat another human again.

Then he meets her.

When "cannibalism as love" is used metaphorically, it refers to the idea that love can be so consuming and all-encompassing that it feels like being "eaten" by the other person. Completely losing oneself in the intensity of the relationship, often signifying a deep, passionate, and potentially destructive form of love where one person feels wholly absorbed by the other; essentially, a willingness to be "devoured" by the object of their affection, even if it implies a loss of individuality.

Hard vore is a sexual fantasy of cannibalism or the erotic desire to consume another person or animal. It's a type of paraphilia, or abnormal sexual interest, known as vorarephilia. Cannibal!Chris does NOT have Hard Vore.

Vorarephilia (often shortened to vore) is characterized by the erotic desire to be consumed by, or to consume personally, another person or creature, or an erotic attraction to the process of eating in general practice.

"And all of this will make sense when I get better But I know the difference Between myself and my reflection I just can't help but to wonder Which of us do you love?

So I bleed I bleed And I breathe I breathe no more"

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darksturnioloqueen · 1 hour ago

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Cannibal!Chris Preface

**This Fic Series will NOT be for people with triggers. This Fic Series will have moments of cannibalism.**

Definition can·ni·bal·ism /ˈkanəbəˌliz(ə)m/ noun: cannibalism

The practice of eating the flesh of one's own species.

Please Read At Your Own Risk.

⚠︎Trigger Warning: throwing up, getting sick, pale skin, skinny talk, puking up blood, pretty descriptive situations, more throwing up, hospitalization, more throwing up, talk of eating disorders, IV installation, medical talk, being told you can't eat, ALOT of throwing up, hints at death, being watched while eating, raw meat, hinting at worse things. ⚠︎

He was hanging out at the park with friends and his brothers. They were just kicking a soccer ball and talking about the new hot girl in school when he felt it - sick. From what he remembered, this sickness felt pretty standard. The ball was kicked in his direction, and he let it fly past him.

"Chris, what are you doing?" Nick hollered at him.

"Sorry, guys. I feel sick." Chris waved his hand in the air and slowly bent over. He felt his lunch tumbling around in his stomach. The feeling of pressure slowly built its way to the bottom of his esophagus. "I think I'm gonna -" Before he could finish, he was throwing up everything he ate earlier. The burger, fries, and soda did not taste good mixed with his stomach acid.

"Oh shit." Nick felt terrible for hollering at him.

"Chris, you good?" Nate hollered as a joke while his best friend puked his guts out. Matt and he chuckled as they watched Chris blow chunks of food up. No one knew how serious this moment would become, not even Chris. Nick lightly patted his brother's back as he kept dry heaving. Chris looked up, his face covered in panic.

"Nick, something feels wrong."

"You could have eaten something bad or just gotten sick, Chris. It happens all the time." Nick smiled, not understanding what was happening. The truth was none of them knew.

"I wanna go home," Chris said before throwing up more bile.

"Yeah, we should get you home." Nick left his sick brother's side to tell everyone else what was happening.

"You gonna throw up in the van?" Matt chuckled behind Chris. Chris looked up with sorrow in his eyes. He felt terrible for ruining their day, but he couldn't resist his body's urges. He just had to keep going. He opened his mouth to speak, but instead, more acid came up. "I'll take that as a yes." Matt laughed and stepped back, not to get his feet splashed. "I'll find a bag for you to throw up in." Matt left. Chris felt a split moment of relief as if it was over. They all piled in the van, and Matt handed Chris the trash can they kept in the car. Matt drove fast but was still careful since the van was full. He dropped off two of their friends and then headed home with the three of them, with Nathan still in the car. Nathan greeted his second set of parents when they walked in the door.

"Chrissy, you look awful."

"Thanks, Mom." Chris rolled his eyes. Everyone laughed. They knew he felt sick, but her comment was backhandedly funny.

"He's been throwing up."

"Throwing up?" She said, disgusted and shocked. Chris looked paler just from the car ride home.

"I just need to sleep." He shuffled up the stairs to his room. He felt drained. Like a tidal wave, exhaustion pounded into his body. He could feel his blood flowing with every heartbeat.

"Fortnite?" Matt looked at Nathan. They both took off, leaving Nick and MaryLou standing by the door.

"Did Chris eat something bad?" She asked Nick.

"I'm not sure. We were kicking a ball, and he just started projectile vomiting everywhere." Nick shuddered, not a fan of bodily fluids outside the body.

Chris collapsed on the bed and immediately fell asleep. The house was quiet for a few hours. Chris was sound asleep while everyone else was enjoying the rest of their evening indoors.

Everything was fine... until it got worse.

A week later, Chris still couldn't keep his food down. He could barely sip water without spitting up the liquid. He was losing weight, and fast at that.

"I'm fine." He croaked out. He felt weak, but he knew it was just because he hadn't been able to fully eat anything in forever. They were triplets, but he no longer resembled Nick or Matt in any way. His skin was paler. His eyes were sunken in. His hair looked gray-washed. His lips were thin and chapped. His body was skin slapped over bone.

"Let's go to the doctor again," Nick suggested. Chris had been to the doctor twice, and they both said the same thing: keep trying to eat and drink.

"No, I'm fine." He lay on the couch, covered with three blankets to keep warm.

"Okay. Call me if you need anything." Nick left to his room. Chris flipped through the TV channels until he felt the hunger pain attacking his stomach again.

"Fuck." He slowly pushed the blankets off and shuffled his feet to the kitchen. He didn't even care what he ate as long as it stayed down. By this point, he had ruined every one of his favorite foods, now forever knowing what they tasted like, coming back up with stomach acid. He grabbed a banana. The BRAT diet wasn't working, but he was determined to keep trying. Also, that was all his mother would buy him. He peeled the banana and smelled the sweet scent. His mouth watered. He tore off a small section and swallowed it whole. He waited. Nothing. He did it again. Still nothing. He felt the pain in his stomach subside. He sighed. "Finally." He whispered to himself. He was so relieved he could eat that he felt tears brimming in his eyes. This was the worst kind of flu or stomach bug he'd ever had.

"Hey, Chris, you're up." Matt rounded the corner and stopped seeing his brother moving. He had gotten used to him just being a vegetable on the couch, constantly asking for things.

"Matt, I ate." Chris wanted to share his celebration.

"That's good." Matt knew it was a big moment for him, but it still couldn't resonate.

"I ate, and I haven't thrown -"

"Chris?"

"Fuck." Chris shoved past Matt, ran to the bathroom, and slammed the door, partially in rage and for privacy. He felt it. The weird flutter. It was a ripple effect. He felt a flutter in his stomach that worked its way up to his throat and then - "Huah." He saw the little chunks of yellow splashing into the toilet. The problem wasn't that he threw up his food whole; the real problem and reason he was losing so much weight was that it never stopped there. He would go for hours. This time was different. He closed his eyes and heaved and heaved until he tasted it. Iron. He opened his eyes and saw bright crimson red all over the toilet, seat, and floor. "Matt!" Chris yelled, frozen in place. He looked in the mirror and saw the blood dripping down his chin and staining his teeth. "Matt!" He yelled harsher than the first time.

"Chris, you oh!" Matt froze in the doorway.

"I think I need to go to the hospital." They stared at each other for a moment.

"I'm going to call Mom." Matt slowly reached for his phone and held it to his ear. "It's Chris." That was all he said to her.

"Can you get me some new clothes?" Chris felt terrible asking but was too weak to climb the stairs.

"Yeah," Matt said slowly. He was completely freaked out. On the drive to the hospital, Chris was fine, besides his appearance. Chris was admitted. He sat on the bed and explained, or tried to explain, how he felt.

"It's hard to put into words, but basically, if I don't eat, I feel fine." The doctor nodded and wrote some things on a clipboard.

"May I speak with you for a moment?" He looked at their mother. The two of them stepped outside, leaving Matt with Chris. Nick stayed home, unaware of what was happening.

"That is my baby in there!" They looked up.

"Mom doesn't look happy."

"No, she does not." They both stared through the glass window, watching her get angrier. The poor doctor looked confused. She came back into the room.

"- Job to figure it out." She hollered out the door before closing it.

"Mom?" Matt tip-toed.

"They think you are bulimic." She sat in the chair and grabbed her phone. "Your father is calling." She answered and started talking with him. Chris and Matt shared glances at each other, afraid to speak. Chris being bulimic would actually be comical. Not in the sense that an eating disorder is funny, but Chris? Chris could out-eat anyone a week ago, and now here he was, vomiting up pure blood, and that was their guess? After waiting a few hours, their father arrived to comfort their mother. There was a knock on their door, and then it slowly opened.

"May I?"

"Yeah," Chris answered.

"I called in for a second opinion. This is Mrs. Luke, a dietician. She is going to ask you a few questions, Chris. I'm going to hook you up to an IV drip to try and get you some fluids so you aren't so dehydrated." The doctor started working around on his arm while he talked.

"When was the last time you ate without throwing up?" She asked. Chris looked at his mom as if he needed her permission to answer.

"About nine days," Chris shrugged. Mrs. Luke's eyes opened wide a little, and she looked up from her paper to look at Chris. Matt felt weird standing close to him and sat next to their parents.

"Nine days?" She, too, now looked at his mom to fact-check the information.

"Yeah, about nine days. Ten after today." MaryLou corroborated his truth. She stood up and set down her clipboard.

"May I give you a physical exam?"

"I'm sorry to interrupt," the other doctor said. "I'm all done with your IV. Hopefully, you'll feel a little better soon. If you need anything, hit your call light. I'll leave you guys to it." He exited the room.

"That's fine," Chris said to Mrs. Luke. She started poking and prodding his bones.

"Breathe in and out." Chris did.

"Huh." She had him lie down. His stomach completely sunk in. "Can you drink anything?" She questioned continuing her poking.

"No."

"Water?" She raised a brow.

"No." Chris was nothing but honest.

"I'd like to draw some blood samples to have tested. And while we wait for those results, I'd like you to eat something so I can see how your body responds to -"

"No." Everyone in the room looked towards his mom. "I don't want him puking up blood again. I don't want him eating."

"I would like to see how long he can hold down solid food, and I need to know how his body is responding to solid foods. We can give him anti-nausea medicine before it gets that severe." She explained her course of action. "Is that okay?" MaryLou looked at Jimmy.

"Yeah, that's fine. She is just worried, is all." Jimmy spoke even though he had just entered this situation. MaryLou nodded. Matt was on his phone researching excessive throwing up.

"Great. I promise we are going to take care of this. I'll go order those tests, and we'll get some food brought in. Chris, is there anything specific you'd want?" Of course, Chris already knew his body would reject whatever it was. He couldn't explain how; he just knew.

"Anything is fine." He smiled weakly. Once she left, silence settled in. No one knew what to say. Chris had his blood drawn, and they waited for the test to start. As soon as Mrs. Luke came back, Chris felt nervous. He wasn't sure why.

"So for this test, I just want you to eat and let your body do whatever it wants. Don't try to force anything down." Chris nodded. This felt silly. Everyone watched him while he took a few bites of Froot Loops. He loved the fruity flavor. His mouth was wet as he indulged in the sugary breakfast cereal. Two minutes passed. "How do you feel?" she asked.

"I feel it." Chris didn't know how to describe it. It was just there.

"Feel what?"

"It's there. It's coming. It's -" He started heaving into the bucket provided by the third minute. His body lurched forward with every passing minute.

"Can you stop him?" His mother asked, getting upset. The longer they were in the hospital, the more serious everything became. The dietician administered something into Chris' IV. He kept vomiting. Matt left the room, tired of hearing his brother puking. Chris kept going.

"Chris, you okay?" She asked him. He wanted to flip her off but instead just gave her a thumbs-up before shoving his face down in the bucket. The cereal was long gone by now. Chris didn't stop. "Here, I'll give you some more." She injected more into his IV, and he started to feel some relief. She was frantically writing on her clipboard. There was a knock on the door, and a random person in a lab coat came rushing in and handed her a few papers. "Thank you." She started scanning over the documents. Chris lay back in the bed, feeling exhaustion kick in again. "This is the strangest thing I have ever seen." That caught Chris' attention. "It seems your body is overly saturated with proteases. You have more than five times the amount you should have." She flipped the page, and her eyes got wide.

"Excuse me? What does that mean?"

"Proteases are the enzymes that break down damaged proteins. They create Ubiquintin, which acts as a marker to tell the body what cells are going where in the body." She looked up at Chris. "Your body is identifying food as a damaged protein. Your body is rejecting food." Chris understood what she was saying. What he didn't understand was why she looked terrified.

"So he can't eat?" His mother stepped in.

"No. You can't." Chris's mind then tried to imagine what would become of him if he couldn't eat for the rest of his life. He would die. His mother started crying, and he felt guilty. He didn't know it then, but he would feel that for the rest of his life.

"I would like to keep you overnight and run some more tests. Maybe try a few different things. I know this is a tough time, but I want to learn more and hopefully fix it as soon as possible."

"What happens if you don't?" Chris finally spoke up.

"I don't want to talk about that just yet." She smiled weakly, but everyone in the room knew what would happen if Chris couldn't eat.

"What did I miss?" Matt asked, walking back into the room. With everyone's heavy expressions, he knew it couldn't be good.

One overnight turned into two, and before anyone knew it, days passed by, and Chris became the hospital experiment. Not one, not two, but several doctors became involved with his case. Everyone had a new combination of drugs to try to help him keep food down. He had thrown up so much that his throat was raw with sores. His voice was hoarse from constantly heaving. He wanted to die. He was ready to give up when a shy, nerdy intern finally suggested something.

No one took her seriously at first, but she wasn't kidding. She had research to back it up—the Raw Meat Diet. Chris, by this point, had thrown up everything that the idea of eating raw meat didn't even turn him off. As long as it stayed down, anything sounded like a four-star meal to him. The only thing keeping him alive was the IV drip in his arm, pumping his body full of fluids and vitamins. The saline solution was set up with a macro drip tubing to deliver the fastest drip speed possible. When he wasn't being forced to eat and throw up, he actually felt fine. The IV bag gave him everything he needed.

All the doctors stood around his bed, with his family in the back. In front of him was the strangest request this hospital's kitchen had ever received. A pile of raw meat. He looked at the bright pink beef piled on the plate. This was it for him. His last attempt before he was going to call it quits. He grabbed a fork and poked into the squishy meat. He put it in his mouth and chewed. The texture wasn't the worst. The taste wasn't horrendous, surprisingly. He swallowed and several doctors clicked stop watches.

He looked over at Matt. Matt had been here every day. He even skipped school, with permission, of course, to come hang out and keep Chris company in between tests. Sometimes, it consisted of him just watching Chris sleep, but he planned on being here for him no matter what. Little did he know that promise was going to lead him down a stranger path later on. Matt smiled at Chris, and their moment was broken up by everyone cheering. Chris looked around, confused.

"What?"

"It has been four minutes," Mrs. Luke wrote on her clipboard, which was now stacked one inch thick with test papers. Chris looked down at the raw meat, which was missing a single little scoop off the top.

"Does that mean -" Chris didn't even know what to really ask.

"You can eat." She rested a hand on his shoulder. MaryLou and Jimmy were hugging and celebrating. This took a toll on their entire family. Even Justin missed a few tournaments to be here for Chris. Chris' stomach growled loud enough for everyone to hear and they all giggled. He took another bite of the raw, plushy pink. There was a moment where, though no one would admit it, they all thought he was going to die. But everyone, including Chris, was in the dark about what was to come.

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