He didn’t come back to his senses until he was taken out of the room and forcefully dragged to the clinic. Bim was kicking and writhing and growling like a feral animal, so far from his usual pristine facade. Dark had to physically pull Bim off the man’s body. There was no way Bim didn’t hear the sharp ringing of Dark’s approaching aura, but he didn’t look up from his “work” when the demon entered, calling for Bim to stop. Bim was no doubt making a mess and making things far too difficult for him.ĭark was right. The ideas of fans are nothing if not powerful, and this one had been circulating ever since Bim’s first appearance. Dark didn’t care, making his way in quick strides from his office to the studio. He yelped and stumbled backwards, clutching his face. Immediately, the door swung open, hitting Bing square on the nose. “Bim is straight up eating someone in the studio.” “Uh.dude, you need to see this,” Bing called. “What is it?” came Dark’s growled response. He only hesitated a moment before knocking on Dark’s door. Its limbs were twisted and broken, chunks of flesh taken out of the arms.īim didn’t notice Bing’s arrival, nor his quietly whispered “Holy Shit” before he backed quickly out of the room, running to fetch Dark. The body’s chest was ripped wide open, as if by a wild animal. The taste was heavenly, and Bim lost all self control.īing was the one to find him, swaggering into the studio only to see Bim, face and hands covered in blood, straddling a dead body in Wilford’s chair. As if in a dream, Bim watched himself lean forward and lick a line up the man’s chest, collecting his blood on his tongue. The body’s chest was littered with stab wounds, the blood still fresh. Bim’s adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. A hand reached forward, ripping open the man’s already ruined shirt. His shaky legs drew Bim onto the stage, pulling him closer. Īgainst Bim’s will, his mouth began to water at the sight of the body, laid out perfect just for him. Bim wouldn’t have given the man a second glance, except at that moment, the smell hit him. Blood was rapidly soaking through his button-down shirt.
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The second one held the dead body of some bland, semi-famous man Bim had seen on the TV once before. The first chair, Wilford’s chair, was empty. The set was still up, two chairs facing each other in front of a brick background, but the cameras weren’t rolling and the stage lights were dark. Maybe uh.wash your hands while you’re at it” With one more flash of his pearly teeth, Bim slipped past Wilford into the studio. That meant Bim was probably the one to have to clean things up. Bim knew Wilford’s latest interviewee wouldn’t be going anywhere for well.ever. “That sounds nice Wil,” Bim said with the tone a parent might use with an over-imaginative child. “Maybe I’ll try to get him to come back for a return interview later.” “It was cut a little short though, the man just wasn’t cooperating!” Wilford waved the knife held in his right hand wildly as he spoke. “Yup,” Wilford responded, popping the end of the word. “Wil, just got finished with an interview I presume?” He had just gotten his suit pressed, he wasn’t about to get it dirty now. “Trimmer!” he said in greeting, and went to clap a hand on Bim’s shoulder. He almost strode right past Bim, but he looked up at the last second, eyes lighting up. Wilford stood on the other side, sleeves rolled up, hands and forearms covered in blood. Maybe this time he’ll bring in a lion, or a chimera, or.what type of dinosaurs eat meat?īim was reaching forward to grab the handle of the studio door when it swung open before him. The chiraunas were good and so was his trusty meat grinder, but he should be going bigger. Bim was making his way to the studio, planning on working on a new episode of Hire My Ass. Even Wilford, as oblivious as he is,was starting to notice a drop in his performance. Bim tried to hide it with fake smiles and fake confidence, but the other egos saw it. No matter how much he ate, his stomach wasn’t satisfied. They did not.In fact, a couple Tumblr posts later, and the interest only increased. Once Bim had gotten over the fear of fading, he had hoped in vain that people would forget that aspect of his personality. However, the fans kept clinging to the idea, even through Mark’s announcement of the Cyndago egos’ retirement. Bim didn’t think that was necessary.What kind of person would put meat, let alone human meat in their cupcakes?īim Trimmer doesn’t eat humans, and that’s a fact. What annoyed Bim the most was that the fact that no one would ever take any food he offered to them. Even Dark would mention it when he wanted to get under the show host's skin. Murder is nothing new to them, half of the egos in the building murder without a second thought. At least, that’s what he tried to convince everyone.
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