“Get started with what?” Lindsey said, eying the mostly empty, ornate table which the rest of their group had been sitting around. Around the table were six place setting consisting of a plate, a fork, and knife. The knife and fork seemed to glow with the same dark blue sheen as the other strange occurrences throughout the night.
    “With dinner of course!” Scarlet said.
    “Doesn’t that require… food?” Lindsey asked.
    “Well of course dummy, come sit down and we can get the grub going!” Scarlet said, pulling out two more chairs (one of which was twice the size of the others for Heather/Lindsey). Sitting down, Scarlett clapped her hands, saying “Dig in y’all!”

    The group gave awkward looks to one another. “What? Are y’all not hungry?” Scarlett asked.
    “It’s not that .. it’s just that there’s no food,” Echo said, waving towards the empty plates.
    “What do you mean… Oh! Are y’all not sure where to start?”
    “Wha- No, There’s literally no -“
“No need to feel ashamed Hun. I remember my first time eating out.”
    “I’ve gon-“
    “Don’t worry. We’ll just let the appetizers decide!” Scarlet said, clapping her hands once more.

    From the back of the room a door crashed open and out came walking a ghost in a chef’s outfit carrying a large metal tray. The bottom of his jaw was ripped off and was dripping the same dark blue liquid as the other ghosts. The ghost lifted the top off the metal tray, revealing 6 fortune cookies, which he placed on to each of the five plates in front of the group (two on the plate of Heather/Lindsey). The ghost awkwardly shuffled back to through the door it came through.

    “Alright y’all! Now y’all can dig in!” Scarlett said, waving for everyone to chow down. Shrugging their shoulders, everyone ate their fortune cookie. Heather looked towards her fortune, which simply had the words ‘Lindsey’s Right Arm’.
    “Hey guys? Did you all get weird fortunes too?” She asked.
    “Yeah … Mine says your left arm…” Lindsey answered.
    “Really? Mine has ‘Echo’s arms’,” A hungry look appearing in her eyes as she stared at Echo.
    “I got ‘Susan’s Torso’” Veronica said, her stomach suddenly growling.
    “I don’t want to say mine…” Echo said, clearly embarrassed by what hers said, her face growing red.
    “Ditto,” Spencer agreed, equally as embarrassed by what his had to say.

    Suddenly, as if moving on their own, everyone’s bodies leapt from the table, grabbing for the nearest knife. Echo’s entire body flew across the table, reaching into Spencer’s pants and pulling something out and depositing on her plate, just in time for Susan to reach over and cut through Echo’s shoulders, depositing the dark blue goo-dripping arms onto her plate. In an expertly done motion, Veronica’s body chopped through Susan’s arms, neck, and waist quickly attaching the limbs straight onto the her waist stump, the dark blue goo absorbing into her body as the parts attached effortlessly. As her body deposited the dripping torso onto her plate, Spencer reached up into her shirt, producing two dripping orbs onto his plate. Meanwhile, the central arm of Lindsey and Heather did quick work of disarming the girls and putting the arms on opposite sides of their plate.

    Everyone sat in their seats in shock at what had just occurred. Their hunger had somehow taken over their bodies and caused them mutilate their friends, and yet they felt like it still wasn’t done. Ravenously, the group began to eat through the body parts on their plates, causing dark blue goo to spew everywhere as they made quick work of the rather large meals. Surprisingly, the parts did not taste much different from a very delicious chicken dinner.

    Eventually, the only thing left on everyone’s plate (and almost completely covering the table) was the dark blue goo. Everyone was sitting back slightly, their stomachs which had felt completely empty just moments ago now completely satisfied. It was the quiet Echo who was the first to break the silence with a resounding, “What the actual fuck just happened?”
    “I’m not quite sure,” Veronica said, her tank top hanging noticeably looser on her asset-less chest, “All I know is that my boyfriend just ate my boobs…”

    “Speak for yourself,” Susan said, noticeably having a more difficult time to look over the edge of the table.
    Spencer, in the mean time, was rubbing his now featureless crotch, muttering, “I bet this is how Rex felt like…”
    “I can’t believe you stole my only remaining arm!” Lindsey practically shouted right into Heather’s ear.
    “Yeah, well, at least you shared my pain,” Heather grinned, causing Lindsey to become even angrier at the shared misfortune.

    After her quick laugh, Heather began to feel a strange sensation from her stomach, and based upon the looks around the table she could tell that the rest of the group was experiencing the same sensation. Suddenly, Heather felt something burst out of her empty shoulder, looking to her left, she realized it was Lindsey’s right arm that she had just eaten. She bent the arm, causing it to move behind her back, and clearly indicating that it was her arm now and not Lindsey’s. Looking around the table, she saw that Susan now had four sets of arms awkwardly placed on her hips, Spencer had breasts, Veronica’s upper body grew out of Susan’s dressed, armless chest (making her nearly twice the height of everyone else at the table), and Echo had a strange look on her face.

    Scarlett, whom at some point had left the room to walk into the kitchen asked, “Does anyone want dessert?”
To which the table answered a resounding “NO!!!” in various screams and yells.

    “Aww… That’s a darn shame. In any case, quick question, who’ll be paying the check? Because the guy…” Scarlett moved out of the doorway only for a rather obese ghost to walk out the door, “…wants to know…”

    Who’s going to ‘pay the bill?’
    1.) Veronica
    2.) Spencer
    3.) Susan