>>5883257>>5883259>>5883303For reasons you can't seem to understand, you decide to visit the tent selling soup for the homeless, you haven't had actual food in almost 24 hours, and who knows, maybe it won't taste like total dosgshit. A small line stretches out from the tent to an area outside covered in plastic chairs and tables. The street dwellers occupy all of the seats, forcing some people to eat while sitting on the floor. Strangely enough however, no one here looks particularly upset or angry at each other for having their seats taken or having less soup in their bowls than others, in fact, they look overjoyed at the opportunity of finally eating a good meal.
You and your partner stand in line and grab your bowls of soup.
>"Alright Storkie, you eat first!">"...I'm not sure about this now... It's homeless people food, it's gotta be bad...">"Oh, hurry it up! Here comes the spaceship~!"Your partner grabs your spoon that's been hovering over your face for the last five minutes and shoves it into your mouth. It takes you a few seconds to process the taste due to the extreme temperature of the food but... it's delicious! Wow, these charity workers must REALLY like their jobs if they're willing to make food this good. Your partner takes a slurp as well and becomes instantly infatuated with the meal, swallowing it down in a matter of minutes.
>"Haah~ Just like your mom used to make Storkie...">"Was it? I can't remember, it's been such a long time.">"Yeah! She used to make soup JUST like this whenever we had sleepovers remember? I'd eat like two or three plates! One time she just gave up and gave me the whole pot!">"Sleepovers? Mmm, I can't seem to remember that at all... Actually, my mom died when I was what, 10? Did I even know you back then- AAGH?!"You drop the soup bowl to the floor in surprise, causing it to shattered into a dozen pieces. Your delicious meal was gone, the bowl was instead filled with a disgusting pile of various bugs and insects. Slimy worms stretched out over a pile of gutted cockroaches, marinated with mosquito blood and maggot feces. You hold your hand to your mouth to block out the urge to vomit and scream. The tiny creatures suddenly spring to life and crawl out of their shattered container, surrounding you like you're their religious idol.
>"Glg brx olnh wkh phdo? Vwrun?"Someone next to you says something in a deep, intimidating voice, like a general ordering his subordinates, but your buzzing ears can't understand what was said. You turn towards them-
