𝐋'𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐥 𝐝𝐮 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞

Chapter 4: The Most Dangerous Game

It wasn't a tremendously hard decision to close up the shop. It was a huge off season now with all festivals and events being little to none. You got wonderful traction during Ren fairs and outside art events, but it was best to take a little time to reconvene in tourist season.

Not to mention the glaring problem in your house that annoyed you constantly. He hadn't hurt you anymore, but did pester you to get more souls.

At this point you were starting to think he took you for an idiot.

You had a wonderful plan, one that could be done with ease. It was late October now, 26th to be precise and deer season was at its waning prime in Utah. Along with it getting darker quickly and some hunters just being plain damned idiots you could pick them off one by one like nothing. It was outlandish, but you had the gear for it.

The two year old Micro 335 crossbow had been collecting dust in your basement for a bit, and was perfect for taking down deer sized things. You had an old membership to some hunting place you forgot the name of and a couple arrows left, the heavyweight ones would get the job done.

It was the first day of keeping the shop closed and the evening was nearing closer. You put on all your old hunting gear, making sure to have your boots a different size than usual so you weren't tracked if things got messy. You kept any hair out of reach and bundled up for the weather.

After completely getting everything together you head downstairs to get going. Springtrap is at the kitchen table with another one of his journals, scrubbing furiously and abusing a yellow highlighter.

He looks up to meet your gaze, seeing you in full gear and a crossbow bag with you.

"What... is this?"

"Well, since I closed up the shop, I'm going hunting for the rest of those souls you need."

He looks more stumped by this and even a little agitated if you squint.

"I need human remnants, you fool."

"Yeah and I'm not hunting for deer, asshole, who do you think is out there in the wilderness distracted by big, dumb animals right now?"

"You're hunting hunters?"

You nod to this and he stops arguing. You could even dare say he looks pleased with you in some twisted way.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You're just a nice sight now, that's all."

You didn't feel like unpacking all of that, so you said goodbye and went on your way. You decided beforehand to take off roads to a close forest that should be plentiful enough to get someone.

You'll stop and park in the parking lot close to a trail and notice no other vehicles. It was what you usually did in the past to avoid others like the hermit you were.

The tarps are set up perfectly in the truck bed and everything is ready for if you ran to the truck like hell, you'd be out of here in no time. It was the start of the sun set and you had arrived right on time.

You make your way through the forest admiring the sun streaming into the trees and onto the plants below. It's a mess of the ground so you're thorough where you step until you find an uphill spot that's promising.

The fallen trees and rocks are perfect to hide behind and you can already hear a distant voice. You kept a good position watching closely in the watch glass, ready to shoot. The voice got louder and you saw now who it was, to your luck it was a younger skinny-looking man. He had a shotgun with him and was returning empty-handed, with a somber look on his face.