The delusional pervert in the forest
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In which you're in desperate
need of a rape-whistle.
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[I've changed a sliiiight bit in how Karl's powers work, guys. Just so you're aware]
"It's... Me?" You repeated his words, pointing a confused finger to yourself. Judging by his tone of voice and bewildered expression, you guessed he recognized you from somewhere. But you were sure you hadn't seen this guy before - and you're pretty sure you'd remember if you had. Let alone his clothes seemed memorable enough.
The weirdness of the situation made you forget everything about Schlatt and the fact that you were hiding. Now you were just looking at the pale boy, who was still pointing at you.
"What do you mean it's me? Who are you?" You tried sounding polite, but his actions sure challenged your manners.
He finally snapped out of his surprised state and shook his head aggressively. In fact, so aggressively that he struggled to keep his balance once he stopped. Afterward, his gaze returned to you, lips curled into a forced smile. "I'm so sorry, that came off weird. I'm Karl... Uh, Jacobs. Karl Jacobs."
You could tell he put a lot of effort into staying calm, which only resulted in you getting more weirded out. He gulped and continued. "And you're (Y/n).... Uh, hi. You're prettier than I remembered you to be. Your hair is way shorter..."
He was mumbling the last bit to himself but you heard him clearly. Your brows lowered and you squinted your eyes.
"We've met before?" You questioned, even though you were sure the answer was no. You spoke your words loud and clear, like you were speaking to a five-year-old.
Karl waved his hand and laughed. "Oh, oh no. Not yet. Or well, I mean we have now." Then his eyes widened. Without a warning, he stepped closer to you and took a grip of your shirt. You gasped as he lifted it up slightly.
You, being way too shocked to react right away and stop him, slapped him right the second he let your shirt fall down again. You fixed your shirt and protected your upper body with your life if the scenario was about to repeat itself.
"DUDE!" You yelled, clenching your fists and ready to punch him again. Your face was hot and red, and you were one second away from summoning your bow.
"Gosh, sorry! I'm so sorry!" Karl burst out, panicking just as much as you did. He lowered his hands in a calming manner as he backed away. "I was just checking if it had happened yet! Thank god it hadn't... Uh, does the Manburg festival take place in about a week by any chance?"
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