The most disgusting food I've ever eaten hasn't been disgusting because of taste or texture. The bloated, polluted meat is the only kind I know, down in the dark. Occasionally I rise to the lights and sounds of Above, but the prey never offers a hunt like the kind I crave.
I dream I'm in the sewers, trolling through thick, muddied water in search of Human. Rat will do in desperation, but more often than not I find myself traveling up, nabbing from parking lots and parks. Prowling the dark is a welcome reprieve from the stench of Home.
Part of me knows what I dream of is unwanted. It tiptoes the line between dream and nightmare, pinching elements of both. Despite my eating habits, despite the fact I know I am Monster, there's a certain kind of.....freedom.
Sneaking around, feeling the bite of concrete and metal and the squish of soft flesh beneath what amounts to claws, I am unshackled. The night cannot harm me, nor can the ones I hunt. Guns amount to little more than plastic toys. I remember crunching one between my jaws and letting the bite of gun powder mingle with blood.
Though I don't remember much of the dream, I know I am searching for something. I'm horrified by the things I collect - heads, hair, what I growled out as "spare parts" when questioned by a man I could not see. I recall stealing a body from Above, from a place of tile and harsh lights. A doctor, I think, judging by the coat, though by the time I get It to the sewers, it's covered in grime and gore. He was old, and whatever I am, he did this to me.
I think I end up putting the body (neatly chewed in half) on a shelf by my bed. For safekeeping, because he was "shiny". Though, how a body can be shiny, well....it confused even the dream me.
I remember clawing up to a grocery store marketplace, fleeing from those who hunted me. I laughed, because they could not see me, and I was faster. Stronger. Better.
I slunk along the ground, watching as my mother and my sister stood by their car, loading bags of food into the back seat. Neither of them noticed me, though I moved by my sister close enough to touch.
Though I've never actually consumed it, the most disgusting thing I've eaten wasn't really that gross.
Only the ideas make it so.