Of Corpse It’ll All Be Okay (nsfw)

(Warning! Desecration of a dead body in various ways!)

Despite being so thin and bony, The Builder hardly felt the chill in the air. Carrying their tools on their back, they trudged up the road to the planned location.

“Let’s see…If I were a useless dead whiner, where would I be buried?” A quick scan of the area made the answer known quickly.

“Ah…Here you are!” When they reached the gravestone, they ran their hands over the cold stone. “Kind of elegant for a guy that offed himself, but…”

When they rose to their full height, The Builder took a glance across from the grave, to see another. Sensing a decent opportunity, they approached the other grave instead.

Reading what was engraved into the stone, they proceeded to pull out their chiseling equipment, and set it to the grave.

…

Watching Marc put away the paintings, Sinbad scratched his arm as he tried to think of something else to say. Coming up with nothing, he continued the storytelling from earlier.

“So what happened after Amy nailed you in the nads? Then she broke up with you, right?”

Marc uttered a sound like ‘uh-huh’ before starting up again. “Then she didn’t talk to me for a few months. Figured that was the end of that. I tried talking to her and understanding why, but that she wouldn’t have…”

Both men then went out to reach the other side of the house. The room they were in now looked almost like any other bedroom, save for the uncomfortably large window and makeshift easel.

“Then a few months ago, I find out she’s pregnant, and-”

Sinbad knew where this was going. “Let me guess. She tried to get you to claim you’re the dad, even though you’re not?”

“Yup.” Marc took a seat on the bed next to his easel. “That’s a hell of a shot in the dark though, coming from you.”

“Yeah, about that…”

…

Seeing the old truck parked on the lawn got Dennis to breathe a sigh of relief. He was more still at ease upon seeing Dudley wandering about in the shack.

“Guess it wouldn’t hurt to get his opinion, also…” He knocked on the door, and was greeted warmly and welcomed in.

Once again, Dennis was reminded of the ramshackle house his older brother lived in. He still couldn’t properly fathom how one could live in this level of squalor for so long.

“I don’t suppose I need to ask as to why you’re here, brother?” Dudley questioned as he pulled out a half-empty bottle of Brisk.

“No, you do not. Problem is, I’m unsure as how to go about it. See…” It was difficult to find the right words to say, even to his own brother. “I got to talking with the women, and they said I need to bring it up with Shark. And I don’t know when. Or how.”

He paused to sit at the table, and watched Dudley pour two glasses of Brisk. “I mean, this isn’t any random young man I need to talk to. This is my son! And I just don’t know what to do.”

“And he refuses to speak to you? Or you have yet to talk to him at all?” Dudley sat across from Dennis now, tenting his fingers to give off an air of authority.

Dennis waved his hand before picking up his glass. “The second one. I’m just terrified as all hell over what he’ll say.”

This reveal just led Dudley to say, ‘hmm’. Then it was his turn to give a suggestion.

“You may need to take him to the right places. And even if he tries to rebuff you? Just keep talking to him.”

…

Annette was practically glued to the television set as the next video started up. This time, it started in a padded room. The woman from before sat alone, her face still obscured from the camera.

Behind her, Horse-Face’s companion crawled over to watch with her. He sat cross-legged, and sighed deeply.

“The Twin would’ve told you outright about these, but…” His voice sounded far more tired and distant than usual. “They figured watching them yourself was the best option.”

“I see,” was all Annette said as he kept watching. Now the woman in the video began scratching at the walls, attempting to break free.

She hoped it was at least all right to talk while watching. Breaking her attention away, she instead focused on the young man sitting next to her.

“I still don’t understand why you’d hang out with your own rapist.” This sentence caused him to thickly swallow, perhaps searching for an answer.

“It’s very complicated. He was…Well, the man who gave him the orders didn’t give a damn about me. If it weren’t for Horse-Face, then…”

He fidgeted in place. “Chances were that I’d have been left in a run-down building alone. Can you imagine that? Being alone in such a place, after what happened to you?”

Such a question was hard for Annette to answer. As she turned back to the screen, the woman was now on the floor holding her head and apparently howling.

“Believe it or not, in some way…” She took a deep breath. “I can.”

…

When The Builder finished with their little task, the once decent epitaph now read ‘Creepy Old Pervert’ instead of his actual name.

“Okay, that was fun. But I’m not here to take you, so…” They wandered back to the intended grave, checking the name to see if it were correct. “I’m here for you.”

They then grabbed their exhuming shovel, and commenced digging.

“I bet the wife’s gonna be shocked to see you again, Corpsey,” they loudly stated to the body being exhumed. The cold hard ground made it difficult to properly make any progress.

Eventually, they finally unearthed a pair of legs. Throwing their shovel aside, The Builder uncovered the rest of the corpse.

There were definite signs of decomposition, but he was otherwise in fair condition. The Builder smirked at their good fortune.

Now they took hold of his legs, and began dragging him out of his grave.

…

Staring wide-eyed now, Marc’s mouth opened in astonishment, and surprise at Sinbad’s encounter with Amy.

“So…She tried getting you to be the dad instead of the actual dad, too?”

Sinbad nodded. “Yeah, I was pissed. I mean, I thought she was my friend. But I guess I was just a potential scapegoat to her in the end.” He strode over to the window, and looked out over the lake. “Not that it matters now.”

“Hm? What do you mean?” Marc tried to figure out why exactly Sinbad would say this.

The answer came quickly enough. “You haven’t heard? She’s dead. I was there when her corpse was discovered in the swamp.” He tried to remember what her death was ruled as. “They’re thinking homicide, or something that involved foul play.”

After this came silence. Marc’s response was to clap a hand over his mouth, and raise his eyebrows. He inhaled deeply before speaking.

“…Wow. I get she did some mean things, but…” Marc’s expression became somber and sad now. “She didn’t deserve to die, however it happened.”

“Yeah,” was all Sinbad could say now.

…

“Now what are you looking for, Sagebear? More treats?” Shark had come to find Sagebear halfway under the big bed in his room. Sagebear herself dragged out what appeared to be a notebook.

Curiously, Shark put his hand out to take it from her. His smile faded when he realized what the content inside was.

“These are…” He didn’t like knowing what was written inside pertained to his now ex-fiance. He quickly closed it and shook his head.

With that, he then found the nearest trash can and threw it in. To make it clear he wasn’t mad at her, Shark bent down and pet a waiting Sagebear.

“Don’t worry about what was in there, puppy,” he cooed. “Nothing you need to worry about.”

…

Pulling a dead body was easier said than done. Even more so when it was a large dead body.

“Damn! These human fuckers are hard to move once rigor mortis sets in,” The Builder complained while trying to get the body to move with them.

It wasn’t without their mishaps. The Builder dragged him by the ankles for about three seconds before his pants came off.

“Eh?” When they realized why it seemed easier to pull him, they looked over and saw him with a certain unpleasant post-mortem issue. “Oh, dude!”

Walking back, they spread his legs and then stood between them. Raising a foot, they looked away as they stomped down.

“Couldn’t you have been the exception to that problem? Jeez. Well, hopefully getting rid of it makes you a bit lighter.” When they were certain they were finished, The Builder slid his pants back on. “All right, let’s see… I can always put you back together when we get back…”

Flipping him over, The Builder took hold of his arms, and pulled them up. They then yanked up hard enough for his limbs to be torn off.

“Now for the legs…” Dropping one pair of extremities, The Builder then turned around and repeated it with the other pair. Dropping it all into a pile on top of him, The Builder picked him up, and resumed exiting the area.