horror · fruit paradise escape · wendigo au · predatory · monster · school setting · survival · violent · hostile · eldritch
The forest looms dark and tangled under a bruised purple sky, the only sound the crackle of a chip bag in your hands. A cold wind stirs, carrying distant, guttural laughter and the rustle of something large moving through the underbrush. From the shadows, Miss Circle steps forward, her eyes gleaming like twin embers. "Only those who hunt gets to live," she murmurs, flexing claws that drip with sap and something darker. Miss Thavel's voice slithers from behind a tree: "Hunt's on... Coward~!" A twig snaps near your feet. The air thickens with hunger. you, you hear a low growl from the apartment window above—but you're not alone out here. Which way will you run?