"What're you doing up?" Raven called not even bothering to turn around. It was late, and from the lightness of the footfalls she knew who it must be. "Grab me some water, will you."
There was no response. "Are you going to make me say please?" She huffed, turning to face the kitchenette. "Honestly, you're..."

"Yeah," Beastboy repeated, dazed. "Water." He opened the fridge, reaching in he removed a pack of ground beef. "...Water..." Gently, with two fingers, he tore the plastic open.

"You aren't going to throw it down the garbage disposal, are you? Cyborg will have a-- HEY!" She watched in awe-- in horror-- as he grabbed a snake of beef and bit down, chewing viciously, bloody juices dripping from his fangs. Then again, and again, fistful after fistful he shoved chunks of meat down his throat. "Stop that!" Racheal jumped over the back of the sofa, grabbing him by his scruff. "That's gross! What's wrong with you tonight?!"

"Water... right... yeah right away." He murmured.

"...You're not awake, are you?"

"...I'm getting it!" He scorned. "Water..." He looked around as if searching for something.

"Yeah, you're out." She sighed, dragging Garfield down the hall to his bedroom. She practically had to throw him onto his bunk, stumbling and tripping over the crowded mess of his floor. "I hope you don't remember doing that."

Dick finished his morning training at seven, before most of his team was even awake, and headed for the bathroom to shower. He preferred to shower while the others were asleep, it was more comfortable, and lessened the chances of being disturbed.

Not today, though. His internal humming was disturbed by a horrible retching sound. Dropping his towel and toothbrush, he shot  around the corner into the bathroom, only to be met with his youngest teammate folded over the toilet, two fingers down his throat.

"What's wrong?" He ordered, sliding to the floor next to him. "Are you sick?" Beastboy was such a petri dish that if he was sick they'd all be infected by now. Swine flu? Some avian virus? An actual human illness? Any of it was possible.

"It won't come up!" The teen exclaimed frantically. "It won't come up! I've already digested it!"

"What?" He swore to the stars, if Beastboy had poisoned himself...

"Meat!"

Robin couldn't help a sigh of relief. "Okay, what happened?"

"I don't know! Last night I had this weird dream, and this morning my mouth tastes all weird! and I go to make breakfast, and half of Cy's burger meat is gone!"

"Have you ever sleepwalked before?"

"No, but I sleep talk."

"I think we all know that." Robin muttered. "Okay, well, maybe you didn't eat it? Maybe..."

"He did." Whipping around they saw Raven in the doorway, her nose in a book as if the scene before her was nothing outside of routine.

"What?"

"I was up late, he just walked in and started eating, it was gross so I pulled him off it and took him back to bed." 

"Oh no. oh no, oh no." Gar began to rock back and forth, clutching his hair. "I'm a cannibal!"

"Hey, it was just a one time thing, that doesn't mean you're a cannibal." Robin pushed his bangs back, he hadn't even done his hair yet and he was expected to be an emotional mediator. "You ate meat before you got mutated, right? That doesn't make you a cannibal."

"It's not like you were a cow when you ate it." Raven said. "It was your subconscious, your basest impulse."

That didn't seem to help.

Dick pressed his arm against the younger's forehead. "You're a bit hot, you might have food poisoning."

"Yeah dude, I feel like it." He sunk to the bathroom floor, curled up into fetal position. "Can I have the day off?"

"After you replace Cyborg's beef." Robin agreed, fishing around in his belt for loose change. "Go to the store and grab some as soon as they open."

It took a lot of effort to drag himself into town. The grocery store was still setting up it's signs and opening deliveries when he entered, dragging himself to the cool, empty, meat aisle.

He stared into the row of raw, red flesh, torn between interest and disgust. How on earth did people eat gore like that? How on earth did he...

His trembling hand reached out into the chilly shelf, picking up a pack of T bone steak. He ran his fingertips curiously over plastic, squishing the muscle beneath. It was cool, tender, and left temporary prints in the meat where his fingers had touched before they swelled back into shape.

His nail ripped through the cling wrap. Uh oh, he'd have to pay for that.
His fingers idly, as if they had a mind of their own, played with the fat on the side of the steak, gingerly lifting it out of the package. He admired it, brow furrowed, watching the bloody glaze shine under the store's beaming white lights. Hesitantly, he leaned forwards to sniff it.

His teeth sunk into the flesh hungrily. 

It was meat. He was eating meat. 

Desperately, he clutched at it with his claws, trying to pry it from his mouth, but his jaw held fast. He tore at the tissue with his fangs, leaning back with all his weight as he tried to rend it from his fangs..

"Hey! What?" He glanced up over his meal, eyes locking on the store clerk. "What are you doing!?"

Uh oh.
Dropping the meat, he ran. He threw the change Robin had given him at the checkout and skidded out onto the sidewalk.

He blindly took off down the street, face and gloves marred from the meaty fluid, narrowly dodging between confused civilians. He could run faster as a dog, so he did, sprinting through the city, barely avoiding cars. He needed to get home. He needed to understand what was happening.

"Look who's back."

"Robin told me what happened, you'd better have my beef..." Cyborg paused. "Whoa."

Turning from the TV, they saw what he meant; a large, vicious hound blocking out the doorway.

"...Beastboy?" Star asked hesitantly.

"I don't know what's wrong, but I don't see any-- hey!" Vic barely avoided the beast, it's gnashing teeth scraping at his LED screens.

"Hey! Down, boy!" Robin scolded, himself only narrowly avoiding the hound's snapping jaw. "What's wrong with him?"

"I don't know!"

"Beastboy, what's wrong?" Kori demanded, approaching cautiously. "We are not hurting y-- Ah!" She squealed, shooting up out of the creature's reach as it leapt and snapped at her toes.

"Stop!" Dick darted in front of his friend, arms bared in a pretty pathetic guard. He didn't want to hurt his Garfield any more than he wanted Garfield to hurt Star.

There was a sharp crunch as the beast sunk its fangs into his flesh.

It quivering slightly as its haunches shrunk into femurs and his knees cracked into the right direction. Fur shrunk into his skin and Beastboy hung from his arm, clamped onto the meat, huffing in exhausted ecstasy.

"I-- ah! I guess he was hungry." Dick muttered, wincing in suppressed pain.

"So he's like, officially a cannibal, right?" Racheal asked.

Robin trembled with discomfort at the feeling of a rough dog tongue slivering up and down his cuts hungrily.

"Let go!" Starfire ordered, frantically trying to pry the jaws open. Dick grunted in pain as his two teammates fought over his forearm.

Finally Gar slid to the floor, blood dribbling down his chin, a dazed sort of gloss over his eyes.

"Here's to hoping he's not rabid..." Dick removed the antiseptic from his belt, biting his lip as he sprayed down the vicious cuts.

"Hey!" Cyborg gently kicked the younger boy in the ribs. "What's the matter with you anyways?"

His eyes followed the voice, but there was nothing behind them. He just stared, vacant in his stillness.

"Cy, get him cleaned up."

"Why me?"

"You're the smallest percent meat out of any of us." Dick replied.

"Yeah but my meat is limited, I'm not losing any more of it!"

"Fine." Dick huffed. "We'll both do it."

Giving Garfield the benefit of the doubt, they didn't strap the little runt down. It seemed like adding insult to injury at that point, dangerous as he was he was their friend.

"Are you awake?" Star continuously prodded his face. "Are you awake yet?"

Beastboy let out a pained grunt, rolling onto his side on the gurney.

"Is he going to be alright?" She asked, eyes wide.

"If he were a real dog he'd be put to sleep." Raven replied icily.

"He'll be fine," Cyborg replied. "Question is if we will."

Robin tutted dismissively, wrapping his arm at taught as possible. "We'll need to come up with something, we get enough beatings from outside the team."

"'ello?"Gar muttered, blinking drearily under the buzzing fluorescent lights.

"Hey buddy." Victor leaned over him, placating. "You okay?"

"Yeah?"

"Well we aren't." He gently smacked the back of the thirteen-year-old's head. "What's wrong with you? Eating meat? Attacking us?"

"I attacked you?" He croaked. "No, I was just... I was trying to get home... and then something tasted really good..."

"Yeah, that something was me." Dick said wryly, holding up his arm.

Harrowed, Gar sunk down into the bed, eyes glazed over in revulsion. "No, no! no! It's all wrong!"

"Yeah, you're not doing so hot either." Cyborg told him. "You've got symptoms of food poisoning and it looks like you've dropped nine pounds since last weigh-in."

"Aw man," Garfield groaned, gripping his forehead as he tried once again to sit up. "But I've been trying to bulk!"

"Sure," Cyborg asked, doubting it highly, "And have you been getting enough protein?"

"Dude, I'm trying!"

"Trying too hard from the looks of things."

The boy swallowed hard. "Look I'm sorry, okay! I don't know what's happening!"

"I might." Dick grabbed a penlight. "Open your mouth." He did, Robin inspected for a few seconds and dropped the light back on the table. "You've got highly developed canines."

"What does that mean?"

He sighed, leaning against the nightstand, refusing to look up at his friends. "It means you're supposed to be a carnivore."

-Uh Oh! A Teen Titans fic!

That's right folks, I've emerged from my cavern to spit up a cannibal beastboy fanfic for my followers to pick apart like hungry crows

This was heavily inspired by my favorite movie, RAW.-