“Ew… it smells like… idk it smells nasty.”

  “You're not making my anxiety any better, you dumbass!”

  “Sorry!”

  The young boy scrunched his face with grimace: “we should probably clean this up before your parents come back.”

  The elder boy looked at his friend who was carefully inching towards the sink cabinet. Yeah no shit Sherlock! He thought to himself before heading to run the bath with lukewarm water.

  Diesel was sound asleep. The young boy had guessed that she had separation anxiety and missed her guardians so much she went to the bathroom to release her profound distress, and then threw up before falling into slumber. His elder friend whipped his head around and sucked his tongue at him. Subsequently, he let out a little chuckle, which he can candidly say, he knew it would piss his friend off when technically he should be serious.

  Inadvertently, diesel woke up due to the loud sound of the bath water being poured out by her guardian. Still in a daze she was looking around wondering what was going on. But once she saw her guardian’s, she was ecstatic. At least the younger boy was right about diesel having separation anxiety.

  Diesel, of course wanting to know what the two boys were doing, scooted closer to them. Observing them intently with her two quarter sized eyes, she thought they were doing their mundane diurnal, which also included washing her up. She wasn’t wrong though, her older guardian was going to wash her up, until a little disturbance happened.

  Noticing a weight on his shoulder, the younger boy turned around from what he was doing before to see what his friend wanted.

  “Hear me out.”

  “I'm listening.”

  He took a deep breath before continuing, “let's go outside and have Diesel throw up everything.”

  The younger boy just looked at his friend, raising an eyebrow; as if he wasn’t already dumb, what his friend said threw him in a stupefied state.

  “We’ll bathe her when we come back home, but for now, let's just have her vomit outside.”

  The young boy just standing there: ????

  “I don’t want Diesel throwing up more dismembered bodies in my house!”

  “We can just let it decay in my grandma’s sister's garden. Would make for a good fertilizer, I think?”

  “...”

  The elder boy grabbed a towel from the rack adjacent to him and used it to pick up Diesel, propping her closer to his chest, making sure she was secured and obscured. Diesel didn’t know what was going on, of course, she thought they were finally going back to the bedroom to congregate; she was hoping to join them searching stuff on the computer again.

  “Wait, what do you want me to do with the finger?”

  “Pick it up with a tissue and go bury it. Was your idea no?”

  “Oh wow, you actually like my idea for once?!”

  ‘Dumbass’

  All three of them proceeded downstairs, one thought they were going on an adventure, and the two others were expecting the unprecedented.

  It wasn’t a far walk away from the older boy's home, but it was far enough that none of the passersby saw anything peculiar. To be more concise, they’re in a desolate area lacking civilians from their main town. It was beneficial though, less eyes means less rumors, and less rumors means no censure of their reputation. Yeah, the older boy admits it’s a bit precarious of him to roam about with an anomaly, who just threw up a finger, but it’s not like Diesel was leaving the house to intentionally murder and dismember them. She couldn’t even do it on her own volition, she panicked and threw up in his bathroom, so there was no room for margin or error that Diesel was of no harm to people. Besides, it’s probable that the finger was from before the two of them encountered her, before they became acquainted with her.

  The younger boy was looking at his friend the whole duration of the walk to a secluded alleyway. He didn’t want to make any assumptions right off the bat, but during the whole time he was eyeing him, he noticed the elder boy strengthened his tenacity on Diesel. It’s not like she was going anywhere, but it was without a doubt conceivable that his friend was getting overly attached to her, in a parental way. Maybe all the research about an obese and discombobulated infant being sighted and its discreet connection to Diesel really altered his brain. And yet he calls himself composed and reticent, heh.

  Still, it didn’t strive him away from the fact that he was worried for his friend. Heck, even he knew that Diesel could be bad or good; infants don’t know their rights from wrong, conversely to anomalies… well maybe, since they only make people mortified and eventually kill them off, but still!

  They finally found an alleyway for Diesel to let everything out. The older boy gently placed her down on the concrete ground, removing her from the comfort of the towel she had been commuting in.

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  “Alright, now we just have to get her to vomit everything out.”

  The younger boy looked at his friend, this time with more concern visible on his visage.

  “How are we gonna get her to do that?”

  “... I don't know. I didn’t think that far.”

  “HAHA, looks like my stupid brain cells are finally invading your cells!”

  The elder boy just snarled his nose at him before wacking his ass.

  Now the both of them looked at Diesel. They didn’t come to a general consensus on what to do, so they figured they’d try everything they thought of. What they didn’t do was decide who was going first.

  The elder boy was walking away, trying to trigger Diesel’s separation anxiety that she apparently had.

  The younger boy knelt down to Diesel and asked, “throw up for me?”

  The elder boy stopped in place, discerning what his friend said, before cursing him out with confusion.

  “How are you content asking her that?”

  “What? I’m just asking.”

  “And do you think she’ll immediately do that? Are you stupid?”

  “You’ll never know unless you try-“

  And within the next minute she started puking, starting with small dismembered body parts progressing to larger parts, whole feets and hands. To them, it didn’t look like she was involuntarily doing it, but rather, she acted upon request. It felt perpetual, like she wanted to show more of what she collected, or extorted. Regardless of what she wanted to show, the boys had to act upon inclination; the morbid smell from the rotting body parts made its way to the boys, tantalizing them, and evidently the elder boy started gagging. The younger boy floundered to stay regulated so as to stop Diesel from ejecting out more; but within a nick of time the smell also made his way to irk him.

  Manifolds of stuff came out as well as toenails and hair, adding on to the grotesque scene. Looking back, his friend was submitted to his bodily reaction and started projectile vomiting on the now greenish-brown concrete. He was also about to surrender too, but then Diesel started to mewl again, trying to gain the attention of her guardians who were suffering from the penetrating smell.

  “That's cool Diesel! Now come over here, far away from the body parts, hehe…”

  And again, Diesel acted upon request, following her guardian away from the residue she left behind.

  “Is she done?” the elder boy asked, covering his mouth and nose with the towel he used to carry Diesel.

  “Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's all.”

  “Good, let's go back home before we get caught near body remains.”

  With corresponding events, you can say that Diesel and the elder boy are very similar, it’s almost like they are secretly siblings. But if that wasn’t enough, when the boys were getting ready to depart and tramp to the train station, the weather decided that it was going to be inclement tonight.

  ‘Fuck’

  The two of them thought in unison.

  Now they had to run through the rain to the train station. Great.

  As they ran through the rain, they prayed that their designated train wasn’t delayed or had passed already, praying that the train would be there the minute they swipe inside to the tunnel, praying that they wouldn’t look suspicious, and praying that people weren’t looking at them. Most likely their prayers wouldn’t be answered or as a matter of fact, heard, but it's not like they couldn’t at least try?

  Eventually, they made it to the train station on time, got on the train headed home, and sat down enjoying the surprisingly uncrowded cart. The yellow dim light along with the warm colored plastic seats felt nostalgic, but oddly melancholic. The sound of the moving cart resounded the whole proximity of the train, from the right to left.

  “Hey, wanna know something from when I used to hang out with my sister?”

  “Hm?”

  “Me and my sister used to take this train back home whenever we left the village. When we got home we would pack our bags to go out again.”

  The elder boy nodded.

  “And then I think one day when we were playing on the soccer field in the village, we saw, like, those people with those mini food carts. It was an old couple selling fruit snacks.”

  “Oh I haven't seen those in a while.”

  “Yeah, same here. But I remember hearing a scream from the grandma, and then people came out of the house to see what happened.”

  The elder boy's attention was gathered more than ever.

  “My sister went to go check out what was happening too, and i wanted to come but she told me to wait. Then, I think she was running to get me, I don’t know, but i remember grabbing my hand and taking the train back home.”

  “Wait so what happened?”

  “Apparently the grandma saw a dead person in the open sewer. The officials said it was probably another murder or an anomaly did that. I heard that the parents of the person were angry and sued the police department responsible for the investigation or something like that.”

  “Hmph, no wonder why it's so deserted now, they felt unsafe.”

  It was true. Ever since that incident, more deaths started accumulating and families who thought they were safe began to move; now only vagrants and impoverished people live there, but despite that it was still desolated.

  After a while, they reached their destination, and started walking back to the elder boy's house which was not too far. The younger boy notified his and his friends' parents that he’ll be staying the night again. All three of them hoarded up in the bedroom, mostly reflecting about today.

  “Wait, did you clean up the vomit?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Phew.”

  “Guess I'll go to sleep then.”

  The younger boy nodded, spreading a spare bedsheet on his friend's floor since he decided to sleep next to Diesel on the floor and give her some company; after he was done he turned off the lights and laid straight down on his back.

  The younger boy turned his head to stare at Diesel: damn you look more scary in the dark!