spilled milk and guts pinky/jacee

 “Be a good boy and take care of Pinkie, m’kay? I’ll be right back.”

Even though Tedd had left minutes ago, Jacee was still frowning, his grip on the feeding bottle unnecessarily tight.Ever since Pinky had appeared, his master’s attention had been divided between him and his new creation, and not fairly enough for Jacee to overlook it. Everything was about Pinky lately. Tests. Needing some sort of babysitter-mother to take care of him. He had even been involved (although rarely) in sex ever since his master discovered that his pain and fear were genuine, unlike his.Jealousy consumed him whenever Tedd had to excuse himself and reluctantly look after whatever this stupid creature was.He came out wrong. He’s not anywhere near as good as you are, his master had reassured him.Slurp slurp.But it wasn’t Pinky being better than him that worried him.Gulp.It was the idea that Tedd would never spend time with him like he used to again—that this would lead to many other creations, and he would no longer be special. Abandonment.Slurp slurp.This one had been a failure, but what if the next one wasn’t? What if they ended up being even better than him? The clock was ticking, and he was running out of time.“Stop that.”Gulp.All because of this stupid, broken thing that rested in his arms, with his (its? Jacee wasn’t sure anymore) belly full of milk and his innocent lamb-like eyes. He even started sucking on his thumb as he looked at him, and it made 148 feel humiliated. Like he was being made fun of.Pinky had barely been able to finish drinking his milk when Jacee kneed him, and his small body fell to the ground so easily that it only annoyed him even more. Pinky looked like a deer in the headlights, taken aback by his violence, and God, how he hated that expression on his face. He was insufferable, dependent to a fault, yet he didn’t seem to understand that being used and hurt had been his purpose all along.Perhaps he was expecting too much from him, Jacee reasoned as those blue eyes looked up at him in a mix of confusion and uneasiness.The kick that followed was heavier and with more intent. Something was swirling in his chest—a rage and disgust barely contained, and it wanted out. Was this what was left of his humanity? Or was this just the rage of a rabid dog ready to maul its prey?Whatever it was, Pinky had become aware of it.“Jacee don’t understand…”He took hold of the creature’s body, and his hands squeezed the sides of his stomach so hard that, for a moment, Jacee thought he’d crush his lungs. If he focused, he could feel every little organ inside him, his heart hammering inside his chest like a tiny drum. Thump. Thump. Thump.“A-Ack!” Pinky was gagging, wordlessly begging him to stop, and despite everything, Jacee couldn’t feel anything but sick satisfaction at the sight of his face going pale.Was this how Tedd felt towards him? He understood the appeal now.“How Master created you and Jacee…” he concluded.The sound of retching filled the room before Pinky threw up all over his own chest, non-digested milk he’d barely gotten to enjoy, and the stench made him scrunch his nose in disgust before dropping him to the ground.Slowly, Pinky breathed again.It was funny. Jacee wanted to be a mother so badly. But in his eyes, 336 was a failure and, at the same time, too much of a threat to consider him a child. Still, wasn’t it something similar to motherly compassion that made him want to destroy him, too? Some animals killed their offspring when they became sick.Maybe he was just trying to convince himself that he was somehow sparing the poor thing.Jacee didn’t know what expression he was making as he prepared to kick him again. He wished he had a mirror to see it. But the pure horror in Pinky’s eyes before clumsily getting up and starting to run said more than enough about it. He didn’t have to look him in the eye to know he was crying, the frantic, terrified uh-uhs coming from his lips only confirming his thoughts.“Come here!”It wasn’t hard for Jacee to catch him. A few long strides were enough to sink his teeth into Pinky’s neck, feel the soft skin against his canines, and almost immediately, the sound of retching filled the room as white vomit fell in front of him again. Of course. Jacee had to take a deep breath not to drop 336 again, forcing himself to stare at the liquid instead.It almost made him feel bad for him; the way Pinky’s cries for help intensified in fear of what would come next, how he was more worried about not being able to escape than the fact that he’d thrown up. Almost.He shook his head frantically, as if he were discarding the idea entirely. Tedd’s attention was above everything else. If Jacee had to get rid of his latest experiment to have it all for himself, then so be it. He would be the only one.

“Uh-uh, uh-uh!”Pinky’s skin hung stretched out for a few more seconds before Jacee threw him against the wall with all his strength. The loud sound his body made when it crashed against the wall tasted like victory in a twisted, new way, and it drowned Pinky’s screams.It wasn’t the same as his relationship with Tedd. His master was sadistic, but in a curious way. Always trying to get a reaction out of him, see how much his body could take before giving up… But Jacee didn’t care about that.All he wanted was to destroy Pinky and everything related to his existence.The poor creature could barely move before 148 ran towards him, grabbed him with his teeth, and threw him across the room again. This time, some test tubes on the shelves also suffered the consequences, and they thunderously fell before breaking into pieces over Pinky. He managed to catch a glimpse of blood in some of them before 336’s limp body fell to the floor.It didn’t matter, Jacee told himself as he made an effort not to cover his ears. Glass could be replaced. Not him.Not him.Silence.One second, two seconds, five, ten, fifteen, thirty, a minute. No movement. No response.“336?” he called before realizing how useless it was. Stupid… He don’t trust Jacee now. He can’t talk either…Carefully, he approached Pinky’s body and circled it, inspecting it. If he hadn’t seen him moving minutes ago, 148 could’ve easily mistaken him for an unsettling hyper-realistic wax figure. He was pale from having thrown up, and bruises were starting to form on his thin limbs, making him look even more fragile than before.He moved the body slightly with his feet and flinched when something started coming out of 336’s mouth. It was like foam, though it quickly started to turn into something more liquid after a few seconds. More milk…“A-Ack… U-Ughuh!”Pinky was choking with the same milk he’d so happily drank just minutes ago, the sound slowly being muffled by the liquid.Still, he wouldn’t move or cry.Had he killed him then? Is that it? Jacee wondered as he put his hand against 336’s chest, looking for a heartbeat. It felt oddly disappointing but relieving at the same time.336 was finally—Thump… Thump . Thump…If there was such thing as seeing red, Jacee experienced it right then.“Liar! 336 is just pretending!” he yelled.How did this thing dare think he was as stupid as him? How hadn’t Tedd discarded him already if he kept saying he was useless and a failure?A voice inside his head had become louder in the last minutes—an animalistic urge that had started back when Pinky ran away from him, the same a predator would get when seeing his prey. He didn’t want just to destroy him, Jacee realized as his hand practically flew away from Pinky’s chest.He wanted to consume him.He was almost shaking from anticipation when he used his claws to tear his skin. It was easy, and Pinky’s chest went up and down slowly, finding it hard to breathe after the impact. How much was he able to move and feel right now? Jacee wasn’t sure. But he wouldn't show mercy if he tried to push him away somehow. They were already too deep in this to stop.“Jacee will take care of 336. Since 336 is too broken for Master now…” 148 mumbled, more to himself than to Pinky.His fingers pried at the edges of the cut, making a wet sound once Jacee harshly peeled the skin back. Soon, the tender flesh was right below his fingertips, and he allowed himself to feel it for a few moments with child-like curiosity. It was red, raw, and the muscles twitched as if they desperately wanted to cover themselves again. As if they were trying to escape what he had in mind for 336.“No shaking…” he hissed. The smell of the blood that had started to seep was intoxicating, but he had to remind himself to wait for the best part instead.If he pressed his fingers just a bit more, he could feel 336’s ribs moving, how agitated his breath had become compared to just a few seconds ago, the screams of agony he couldn’t let out...He couldn’t contain himself anymore.The smell of rancid milk reappeared after he opened a new cut, but Jacee barely registered it. It was the blood that called him, made him ignore how the smell of bile and stomach acid mixed into something disgusting.He could’ve cut his intestines if he wanted to. Get the milk he’d loved completely out of him and turn into something disgusting, rotten.Thump thump thump.But it was that sound that drove him crazy.Thump thump thump.He grabbed Pinky’s heart gently, feeling it pulsate and twitch against his palm, warm and rubbery. It was so much smaller than his, and still, it fought so hard to keep beating. He had never eaten a heart like this, knowing that he’d take a life by feeding.It was such a shame. Such a shame that Pinky had come between Tedd and him.“No more lies from 336.”

His face got splattered with blood once he dug his teeth into Pinky’s heart, but Jacee was too focused on the sweet taste to care about it. It was as if that part of him, that human part, had disappeared entirely as he grunted and ate messily. Blood mixed with saliva and little threads of blood united his mouth with the heart each time he took a new bite.The need to feed had been so overwhelming that 148 hadn’t heard the sound of someone behind the door until Tedd was already in the room. However, when he noticed he wasn’t alone, his tail—which he’d been wagging during the bloodbath—perked up as he turned his head.“I guess someone got too hungry.” He didn’t sound angry, but he certainly didn’t sound as playful as usual. His expression as he scanned the room was illegible, but the way his gaze lingered on the broken test tubes didn’t go unnoticed by 148 either, making him lower his head in embarrassment.There were a few moments of silence where Jacee was completely still before his Master spoke again. “Just clean your mess.”****He could barely feel his tongue anymore after licking Pinky’s remains, all while Tedd silently worked. It was weird—he should be overjoyed now that 336 wasn’t around anymore, and he was to some extent. Tedd had even concealed Pinky’s corpse with a trash bag, something that in other circumstances would’ve probably made him wag his tail for hours.But he hadn’t planned that his Master would give him the silent treatment once he came back.“You’re done? Good.” Even the few words he did say to him sounded cold. “You can go to bed then.”Bed… Yes, he was pretty tired after all this. Laying down with his Master sounded good, Jacee thought as he followed behind him out of the laboratory. And his body was always so warm, and he would pet his hair for minutes if he felt like being a bit more affectionate that day.Unfortunately, Tedd didn’t seem to agree with the idea.“Why don’t you sleep on the crate tonight, hm?”148 grimaced. “But Jacee…” he tried to argue.Of course, his Master wouldn’t hear it. It hadn’t been a question.“Goodnight.”He didn’t know if he hated more that goodnight or how Tedd had left him to take care of Pinky.Still, once he laid down inside his kettle with no one but himself to comfort him, the thought that Pinky was finally dead came back to him. Tedd could ignore him all he wanted (hopefully not for long), but that wouldn’t make 336 come back. He wasn’t like him, and he’d proven it.There was comfort in that. Enough to make him start to get sleepy, although with his ears perked up in case his Master changed his mind. In case he decided to pet his hair and congratulate him for how strong and perfect he was.He’d get there one day.There was still time.