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Miranda wobbled her way around the living room. She wasn’t sure who did it, but either Julie or Lauren decapitated her. She was just trying to watch her shows! But no, one of them had to sneak up behind her while she was relaxing on the couch and behead her. Miranda stumbled about for any sign of her stolen head.

Meanwhile, Lauren watched her wandering search. “Do you think she’ll find you before you’re finished doing…whatever it is you’re testing with her head?”

The headless friend of theirs bumped her shin on the coffee table. She froze up and grabbed at her leg. Miranda resumed blindly seeking her head by swiping slowly across the surface of the table that hurt her.

”Oh, I’m already done,” said Julie. She put a device down on the kitchen countertop. She gingerly held the plate under Miranda’s severed head and turned it. Miranda’s relaxed face stared blankly back at her. Julie poked in the tip of her nose with slight pressure. Miranda’s head did not react. Julie removed her finger. A small dent remained in Miranda’s nose, complete with a fingerprint. Satisfied, Julie turned around, opened a drawer, pulled something out, and turned back to Lauren holding a large kitchen knife. “Would you like a piece of cake?”

“Um, sure! I’ll get it out of the fridge for you,” replied Lauren.

”No need. The cake is right here.” With a wide grin, Julie held Miranda’s head steady. Before Lauren realized what was happening, Julie had sent the knife through the top of Miranda’s head straight through the middle of her face down to the plate. As Lauren gasped with her hands over her mouth, Julie cut again, then slid the knife under the section she had carved out. “Oooh, it’s a double-chocolate cake! I wonder what the skin and hair icing tastes like.”

As half of her face was put on a plate and served to Lauren with a fork, Miranda staggered down the hall. Neither of her friends knew which room she went into. Julie’s room looking for Julie or her head? Probably. The bathroom? Possibly. Her own room? Who knows.

”So how does she taste,” Julie asked, carving out another massive slice of Miranda cake. The remainder of her head was completely faceless. A quarter of the cake had been removed.

Lauren swallowed. She wiped some icing from her mouth with a napkin. “Better than I thought she would. Are we cannibals?” Her fork easily pressed through the cake and took Miranda’s mouth with it.

”Nah. I don’t think this counts.” Julie grabbed milk from the fridge and poured them each a glass. They continued eating and talking. Conversation moved to mundane topics and petty gossip. As they each came close to the end of their slices, they tossed their forks onto their plates.

”Oh my god, why did you let me eat so much? You’re terrible for that,” said Lauren. About a bite was left on her plate.

“Oh, that’s why I’m the bad guy? Not for turning our friend’s head into food, no, THAT can’t be it,” said Julie. They both laughed merrily as Miranda stumbled back into the living room. “Too bad I can’t offer her any of it.”

”It’s a blessing in disguise, I feel disgusting after eating so much.” Lauren dropped the paper plates and plastic forks into the garbage. “Don’t even offer me any to take home, I can’t eat more.”

Julie shrugged her shoulders. She picked up the rest of the head cake and threw it in the trash. “Agreed. I could wait another month before doing that again. Hey Miranda, think we should do this to Lauren’s head next time?”

Miranda managed to enter the kitchen and joined them at the island counter. Her hands slid across the countertop until they stuck on some crumbs of icing. She rubbed the substance between her finger and thumb, confused. She scratched her neck stump like some would rub their chin in thought.

“By the way, Julie…when does her head come back?”

”Oh, I dunno. I didn’t think about that.”

”You didn’t — her head *does* come back, right?”

Julie’s eyes widened. She and Lauren both turned their heads to look at their headless friend. Miranda simply rubbed her neck stump and turned away from them, clumsily walking off.

”…yeeaaaaah, I’m preeeety sure it comes baaack?”

”If it doesn’t come back in a week, she gets *your* head, Julie.”

Julie looked at her decapitated roommate as her hand slowly rose to her own neck.

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See many more images where this came from at patreon.com/LackingCPU (many links available in my journals). $3 a month from each of you adds up to food and gas money for me! You all make a difference, thank you!

Description
Miranda wobbled her way around the living room. She wasn’t sure who did it, but either Julie or Lauren decapitated her. She was just trying to watch her shows! But no, one of them had to sneak up behind her while she was relaxing on the couch and behead her. Miranda stumbled about for any sign of her stolen head.

Meanwhile, Lauren watched her wandering search. “Do you think she’ll find you before you’re finished doing…whatever it is you’re testing with her head?”

The headless friend of theirs bumped her shin on the coffee table. She froze up and grabbed at her leg. Miranda resumed blindly seeking her head by swiping slowly across the surface of the table that hurt her.

”Oh, I’m already done,” said Julie. She put a device down on the kitchen countertop. She gingerly held the plate under Miranda’s severed head and turned it. Miranda’s relaxed face stared blankly back at her. Julie poked in the tip of her nose with slight pressure. Miranda’s head did not react. Julie removed her finger. A small dent remained in Miranda’s nose, complete with a fingerprint. Satisfied, Julie turned around, opened a drawer, pulled something out, and turned back to Lauren holding a large kitchen knife. “Would you like a piece of cake?”

“Um, sure! I’ll get it out of the fridge for you,” replied Lauren.

”No need. The cake is right here.” With a wide grin, Julie held Miranda’s head steady. Before Lauren realized what was happening, Julie had sent the knife through the top of Miranda’s head straight through the middle of her face down to the plate. As Lauren gasped with her hands over her mouth, Julie cut again, then slid the knife under the section she had carved out. “Oooh, it’s a double-chocolate cake! I wonder what the skin and hair icing tastes like.”

As half of her face was put on a plate and served to Lauren with a fork, Miranda staggered down the hall. Neither of her friends knew which room she went into. Julie’s room looking for Julie or her head? Probably. The bathroom? Possibly. Her own room? Who knows.

”So how does she taste,” Julie asked, carving out another massive slice of Miranda cake. The remainder of her head was completely faceless. A quarter of the cake had been removed.

Lauren swallowed. She wiped some icing from her mouth with a napkin. “Better than I thought she would. Are we cannibals?” Her fork easily pressed through the cake and took Miranda’s mouth with it.

”Nah. I don’t think this counts.” Julie grabbed milk from the fridge and poured them each a glass. They continued eating and talking. Conversation moved to mundane topics and petty gossip. As they each came close to the end of their slices, they tossed their forks onto their plates.

”Oh my god, why did you let me eat so much? You’re terrible for that,” said Lauren. About a bite was left on her plate.

“Oh, that’s why I’m the bad guy? Not for turning our friend’s head into food, no, THAT can’t be it,” said Julie. They both laughed merrily as Miranda stumbled back into the living room. “Too bad I can’t offer her any of it.”

”It’s a blessing in disguise, I feel disgusting after eating so much.” Lauren dropped the paper plates and plastic forks into the garbage. “Don’t even offer me any to take home, I can’t eat more.”

Julie shrugged her shoulders. She picked up the rest of the head cake and threw it in the trash. “Agreed. I could wait another month before doing that again. Hey Miranda, think we should do this to Lauren’s head next time?”

Miranda managed to enter the kitchen and joined them at the island counter. Her hands slid across the countertop until they stuck on some crumbs of icing. She rubbed the substance between her finger and thumb, confused. She scratched her neck stump like some would rub their chin in thought.

“By the way, Julie…when does her head come back?”

”Oh, I dunno. I didn’t think about that.”

”You didn’t — her head *does* come back, right?”

Julie’s eyes widened. She and Lauren both turned their heads to look at their headless friend. Miranda simply rubbed her neck stump and turned away from them, clumsily walking off.

”…yeeaaaaah, I’m preeeety sure it comes baaack?”

”If it doesn’t come back in a week, she gets *your* head, Julie.”

Julie looked at her decapitated roommate as her hand slowly rose to her own neck.

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See many more images where this came from at patreon.com/LackingCPU (many links available in my journals). $3 a month from each of you adds up to food and gas money for me! You all make a difference, thank you!