#tw the cheese grater incident

[cryptidfrenzy]

Ya wanna know how I got these scars?

Cheese grator

[lostnlucky]

(injury tw)

i think everybody has that one class in senior year that they decide to be a menace in. for me and a couple friends, it was ap lit. we all sat at the same collection of tables, and instead of working during class, we decided to spend that time drawing monstrous animated characters and arguing about the nuances of a kermit the frog religion.

our aforementioned artist was Mark, whose defining trait was his uncanny ability to draw garfield as a large centipede-esk creature. his sketchbook was full of incredibly impressive but ridiculous drawings of different characters in different states of monstrousness.

one day, he shows us a drawing he has created of mike wazowski. i will never been able to describe this picture to anyone, and it pains me that I don’t have a picture. It was drawn in pen, artfully shaded, with a very large and realistic mouth. there was something deeply unsettling about it, and that’s before another member of our table decided to glue his sour patch kids sweets to each of the teeth and mold them into the proper shapes.

an important bit of context: I have an extreme aversion to teeth-related horror. I refused to look at this drawing post-teethening.

needless to say, it was Terrible! we dubbed it demonic.

flash forward a few weeks, and another member of our group, Chris, gets a cut. Chris has a collection of raccoon teeth which he has “harvested” from roadkill. Chris immediately insists that Mark dig out the drawing of Mike wazowski so he can make a blood sacrifice, and he leaves a small little red stain across its face.

a few weeks after that, in an incident involving the vents on a school locker and basically cheese gratering my hand, I skinned my entire palm outside of this class. Mark immediately whips out the drawing, insisting that I make a blood sacrifice as well. Chris is telling me that I can’t put my blood on his or we will have a blood pact.

I refuse to look at the drawing, and I wipe my hand over the surface. At the yelling that followed, I opened my eyes and saw that I had managed to smear my blood directly across Chris’.

Nothing has really come of the pact, other than promising Chris that he can have my wisdom teeth and that I can have whatever haunted object he possesses after his death. Hopefully Mike Has Been Sated

can we make a blood pact but platonically. just as friends. we haven’t been doing much bonding lately :(