What A Cult! (a male reader insert of: Cult Of The Lamb.)

A Growing Cult.

The nighttime has fled and the day has awoken one of the two residents in this area. Funnily enough, it's the one who hadn't slept enough, but feels like he has. Y/n awoken earlier than he thought, but won't let this go to waste. Recalling where he first crashed from, he decides to go back, but a small problem arises. How was he going to get there without burning daylight?

His mind went to the pentagram, but how would he use it? It's not like he can call Sherri and ask how to use the pentagram! With no other options, he grabbed his backpack and his axe and stood on the pentagram to try to use it... truly surprising himself when the pentagram glowed black with bits of white sprinkled in there, like the night sky. The star of the pentagram glowed white and y/n felt himself sinking into the star.

An outline of a pentagram was drawing itself infront of the crown statue, each line seamlessly flowing until the entire thing is drawn. Slowly rising out of the drawn pentagram, y/n is... dumbfounded, to say the least... questions flooded his head.

How did he do that? How is he going to get back? The same way he came in? How will he explain this to Sherri?
Is this just his body adapting to his environment? No, that can't be it... adaptation takes decades to work, it can't just happen in... a few days!

He stopped thinking and walked in front of the entrance to the darkwoods. Gripping his axe tighter, he steps in, ready for anything that comes his way. Walking in, he finds himself in a  overgrown room with a pedestal near the center. On the pedestal was... a straw hat? Why would this be here? At least the hat will keep y/n's head cool...

He walked through the only way that isn't backwards and saw some hooded cultists, surrounding and ready to sacrifice a fox creature that's tied to stone. Y/n came into view and the cultists stopped what they were doing to look at him. They didn't know who he was, but he has a dangerous aura surrounding him, he has a executioners axe after all.

One of them got impatient and ran towards y/n, thinking of an easy kill, easy sacrifice. Y/n saw this and attacked the approaching cultist, making him poof into bones? logic just didn't exist here, now does it?

The others saw this and attacked all at once, but y/n was quick to dodge and kill them all, leaving only the bones. They also dropped small logs of wood and bunches of rocks, thinking of things to build, y/n took the logs and rocks and put them in his bag. After doing so he went to the tied up fox to free...them.

Y/n: Hey hey hey, don't be afraid, I'm here to free you, understand?

Fox: Yes! Just please release me!

Y/n: I'm on it, you'll be out in a bit.

Carefully using his axe, y/n cut the ropes binding the fox, which was ecstatic to be freed and not sacrificed, but the room began to grow dark. A puddle of... something formed and y/n found himself bound in the air, unable to move himself, but unbeknownst to him, his eyes went pitch black. Out of the puddle came a bishop. Although y/n couldn't move, he could see who entrapped him: A green, mossy looking headed thing with bandaging over its eyes. The fox looks petrified and started kneeling out of fear.

???: Hmm? And here I thought another ritual was ruined by that damned lamb... Who are you? What are you?

Y/n: I'd like to ask you the same thing, you... head of moss!

???: Foul thing... how are you able to speak? No matter.. I am Leshy and the Darkwoods is my domain. Why are you here, you foul thing?

Y/n: Well Leshy, I was here to get food, supplies, and possibly save some of these guys (referring to the kneeling fox) from dying!

Leshy: Grr... You will die in this forest before you find anything, foul thing!

Y/n was thrown harshly on the ground, eyes going back to his original eye color, a oceanic blue. Leshy took small note of this and disappeared back into the puddle, intending of telling the other bishops about y/n.