Hawg's heart felt as heavy as his boots as he trudged outside the ranch, the weight of Octo's loss pressing down on him. His friends, Cptn, Sag, and Maps, had tried to console him, but nothing could fill the void she left behind. Seeking solace, he wandered away from the comforting lights of the ranch and towards the silhouette of an old farmhouse nearby.

The farmhouse loomed in the darkness, its windows like hollow eyes watching him approach. Hawg pushed the door open, its hinges creaking in protest, and stepped inside. The air was thick with dust and the smell of rust. His chest ached with the pangs of heartbreak, each step heavy and deliberate. In a daze, he stumbled through the dark interior, his foot catching on a piece of unseen industrial equipment. He fell hard, the wind knocked out of him.

As he lay there, struggling to rise, a shadowy figure moved in the background, unnoticed. The figure reached out and activated the machinery with a cold, mechanical click. Lights flickered on, revealing a labyrinth of conveyer belts and metal contraptions. Before Hawg could react, a belt beneath him began to move, pulling him towards a set of grinding gears.

Panic surged through him as he tried to free himself, but the machinery's grip was relentless. The gears clanked and whirred, drawing him inexorably closer. His cries for help echoed through the farmhouse, desperate and raw, but the figure watched silently, unmoving.

Hawg's body was dragged into the heart of the machine, his screams mingling with the sounds of grinding and crushing. Slowly, painfully, he was consumed by the metal maw, processed into thick, meaty patties. The patties traveled down an assembly line, still warm, before dropping into a pig trough at the end.

The pigs in the nearby pen, eyes glinting with an unnatural light, sniffed the air, their snouts twitching. Possessed by some malevolent force, they trotted over to the trough, their hunger insatiable. They devoured the patties greedily, their snorts and grunts filling the silent farmhouse. Hawg's essence was consumed, leaving the pigs fat and content.

Back at the ranch, Hawg's friends heard his distant cries for help. They rushed to the farmhouse, but arrived only to find silence and the lingering smell of blood and meat. The sight that greeted them was grisly: the trough filled with scraps, the pigs bloated and sated.

Desperation and horror filled the room as Cptn, Sag, and Maps stood in shock. They turned on each other, accusations flying.

"Why didn't you stop him?" Sag shouted, her voice trembling with anger.

Cptn shook his head, eyes wide with disbelief. "I thought he just needed some air! How could I have known?"

Maps, tears streaming down their face, cried out, "Who did this? Who could be so cruel?"

But the answer eluded them, the shadowy figure's presence felt but unseen. Hawg was gone, consumed by both the machinery and the pigs, and his friends were left with the chilling question: who was responsible? And what dark force had taken their friend, transforming the farmhouse into a place of horror? Was one of them to blame?

RIP hawg_wash