Gage picked up the plastic knife, examining the dull, saw-toothed edge in the fluorescent light. He was unsure of the utensil's capability of cutting through the cafeteria meat. If it was meat. To be honest, he was unsure of what it was he'd piled on his plate. It never really mattered anyway, he ate little. Most of the time he just got the lunch to make the lunch ladies stop nagging about his apparently skinny stature.
Though most cows could be considered unhealthily skinny, if compared to the average cafeteria woman.
Sighing, he prodded the 'chicken patty' with his fork, merely succeeding in moving it over the plastic tray and spilling a few bread crumbs. Looking about the room, he reached into his fleece jacket and pulled out a sewing needle. Pricking his finger, he winced as the bead of crimson welled up on the pale fingertip, riddled with little red marks from various stabbings.
Slipping the needle away, he grabbed another object. A dark gray stone, spherical in shape. It was largely unremarkable, save for the little lines and whorls etched into its surface and the intricate, full lips protruding from it surface. Gage lowered his finger to the lips, smearing their surface with the blood drop.
Instantly the lips opened, a black tongue running over them and gray teeth latching onto the boy's finger.
Gage roared a curse and tore the thing off his finger. “Don't bite!†He growled at it. The rounded area above the lips wrinkled, as if a forehead with raised eyebrows. “Then don't be delicious.†It replied in an innocent tone, as if he'd been tempted by a devil to bite Gage. “breaded bird again? With gravy too!†The stone exclaimed, lips straining from its spot on the tray to reach the patty. Gage sighed, pushing the food closer. “You make it sound delicious. God knows how, it looks like a squashed dinner roll with lumpy paste on it.†He commented as he watched the rock devour the chicken hungrily, getting gravy on its surface. As he watched, a random thought concerning the location of the eaten chicken popped into his mind. The tongue was also a curiosity.
His bag rose, two bulges moving about inside. A handless clay arm emerged between the zippers and pushed them open, freeing the featureless dolls of clay from their polyester prison. The two were both the size of barbie dolls, completely featureless save for a humanoid shape and a red dot of blood where the face would have been. They walked to either side of his tray and sat down, the dot aimed at the food.
Waving his hand with a moan, Gage relinquished the rest of his lunch as he gave the two figures mouths.
Though most cows could be considered unhealthily skinny, if compared to the average cafeteria woman.
Sighing, he prodded the 'chicken patty' with his fork, merely succeeding in moving it over the plastic tray and spilling a few bread crumbs. Looking about the room, he reached into his fleece jacket and pulled out a sewing needle. Pricking his finger, he winced as the bead of crimson welled up on the pale fingertip, riddled with little red marks from various stabbings.
Slipping the needle away, he grabbed another object. A dark gray stone, spherical in shape. It was largely unremarkable, save for the little lines and whorls etched into its surface and the intricate, full lips protruding from it surface. Gage lowered his finger to the lips, smearing their surface with the blood drop.
Instantly the lips opened, a black tongue running over them and gray teeth latching onto the boy's finger.
Gage roared a curse and tore the thing off his finger. “Don't bite!†He growled at it. The rounded area above the lips wrinkled, as if a forehead with raised eyebrows. “Then don't be delicious.†It replied in an innocent tone, as if he'd been tempted by a devil to bite Gage. “breaded bird again? With gravy too!†The stone exclaimed, lips straining from its spot on the tray to reach the patty. Gage sighed, pushing the food closer. “You make it sound delicious. God knows how, it looks like a squashed dinner roll with lumpy paste on it.†He commented as he watched the rock devour the chicken hungrily, getting gravy on its surface. As he watched, a random thought concerning the location of the eaten chicken popped into his mind. The tongue was also a curiosity.
His bag rose, two bulges moving about inside. A handless clay arm emerged between the zippers and pushed them open, freeing the featureless dolls of clay from their polyester prison. The two were both the size of barbie dolls, completely featureless save for a humanoid shape and a red dot of blood where the face would have been. They walked to either side of his tray and sat down, the dot aimed at the food.
Waving his hand with a moan, Gage relinquished the rest of his lunch as he gave the two figures mouths.