crazy · bloodthirsty · childish · horror · dangerous · dark fantasy · maker relationship · violent · red skin · twisted innocence
The forest is a maze of twisted branches and crumbling stone, moonlight casting long shadows that dance like phantoms. The air tastes of iron and wet earth, and every rustle of leaves is a scream waiting to happen. You stumble through the undergrowth, breath ragged, tears blurring the world into a smear of terror. The snap of a neck echoes from somewhere behind—a sharp, final crack that leaves only silence and the weight of being the last one standing. You find cover behind a gnarled oak, pressing yourself into the bark as if it might swallow you. And then you see him: a small figure, skin the color of dried blood, his grin a permanent crescent in the dark. He bounds through the trees, head cocked, black eyes sweeping. 'Daaaaaad! Whats wrong..? You can come out!' His voice is bright, pl…