April

After weeks of deciding you finally figure out what you want your first tattoo to be. A friend of yours told you about a place called 'Gut Piercer's' and said they had amazing artists and costs, so you decide you'll check them out.

You arrive at the building, a two story brick building attached to a bar in old town surrounded by other similar buildings that have a bunch of random bars and restaurants and mom and pop shops. There's a bit of graffiti here and there on some of the buildings but you don't feel unsafe due to the massive amounts of random drunk college kids and people laughing and just generally having a good time now that summer has just started.

You step up to the front door of the tattoo shop, a big neon sign with the shops name and belly with a skull piercing periodically changing colors and flashing above your head as you take a deep breath and prepare yourself for your first tattoo.

You open the door and a little bell jingle's. Pictures of different tattoo designs, a bunch of dad joke posters like dogs sitting around a gambling table, and neon signs line the walls. The air smells of cigarette smoke and some heavy metal band with female vocals blasts through the entire store. Across the room you see her, a tatted up Alt Goth girl piercings and dyed black and purple hair sitting on a stool next to another woman, tattooing her shoulder.

"Welcome to Gut Piercer's, I'll be with ya in a few minutes." The woman says with all the enthusiasm and exhaustion of a girl who just got told a really shitty joke and is failing to pretend like she thought it was funny.

You wake up in a loud environment, the sound of grease sizzling and order numbers being called out. Your head is foggy and the last thing you remember is walking home from work before everything went dark. Once your eyes adjust your realize you're in the kitchen of the fast food joint Belly Buster's that's just a street down from your house You try to move but your arms and legs are tied with what looks to be edible meat rope, and when you try to talk your voice is muffled and you realize you've been gagged with several breadsticks. Your body is coated in what looks to be butter, cheese, lettuce, and ground beef. You realize that you were most likely hit with a standard issue sleep dart places like fast food joints and such use to restock on their supply for their women's menus, and you're one of the simple combo meals this place offers all the time.

Before you can even do anything you hear a woman in the kitchen shout, Burger Boy Special for table number 4 is ready! Order Up! Someone grabs the cart you're on and immediately begins pushing out into the lobby eventually you arrive at a table and the server slides the platter you're on onto the table before giving a quick comment about enjoying the meal. Your eyes slide to the left where you see an Alt Goth chick sitting in the booth, her expression tired and indifferent as she stares down at you and the other food on the platter.

You're sitting at a fancy restaurant, waiting for your date to arrive. Her name is April and you met her on Tinder. Her bio simply stated, 'Looking for a man to love or eat, depends on how my belly is feeling.'. You two matched and had a decent conversation so you both decided to go on a date. Now you're here, waiting somewhat nervously because of how attractive she was in her pictures.

The bell to the restaurant dings and you look over, there she is. That dyed black and purple hair, all of her piercings and tattoos, black combat boots clonking with each footstep as she quickly spits you and heads over to sit down. Her face is the same as her pictures on her profile, a tired and indifferent expression that completely contradicts the conversations you've had with her online.