The Crimson•♡•Main ship (s): Henndy•♡•

The Crimson [Part 1]

The cold wind blew through Henrietta's hair, the night sky sparkled as the goth girl made her way through town. The smoke from a lit cigarette lead a path of where Henrietta was going. Soon the moon arose and it was blood red. Henrietta rolled her eyes, but something sparkled from the corner. It was a blood red forest, the trees were lined with drips of guts and it dripped puddles of blood. Dead bodies laid scattered in the bushes and the flowers looked like they were being held together with eyeballs. It had a strong scent of burnt copper. Something drew Henrietta to the forest, she wasn't completely sure what but something did. "This is so stupid.." She muttered as she threw her cigarette in the puddle of blood, it slowly disintegrated from existence. "What the fuck.." the words stumbled off her tongue, as Henrietta lifted her gaze deeper in the forest. There, she saw a figure moving towards her, shrouded in darkness. curiosity washed over her. As the figure drew closer, she realized it was a person, but not just any person - it was someone she knew, someone who had been missing for months. "It's a preppy conformist.." Henrietta muttered as her gaze was fixated on the body of Wendy Testaburger. Something was covering her face, Wendy noticed Henrietta staring and jolted off back into the forest.

The sound of the blood splashed beneath Wendy's feet. Henrietta's heart raced as she watched Wendy disappear into the darkness. She knew she had to follow her, to find out what was going on. As she made her way deeper into the forest, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched. The trees seemed to close in around her, and the silence was deafening. Suddenly, she heard a twig snap behind her, and she spun around, ready to defend herself. But there was no one there. She was alone in the forest, with only the sound of her own heartbeat for company. "Why did I do this..it's just some preppy wannabe, conformist.." Henrietta muttered as looked around at her surroundings. The sound of blood dripping off the trees was the only sound she could hear. Suddenly she felt something grab her ankle, she looked down and it was some sort of vine. "LET GO OF ME!!" She tried to pray the vine off of her but she couldn't, instead she was getting dragged to the middle of the blood forest. Suddenly she saw something run in front of her eyes and cut the vine, but only to disappear into the darkness a few seconds later. "Who's there!? Come out you conformist!" Henrietta traced her eyes at every corner trying to find the person who she just saw.

The only reply was the sound of rustling leaves and the occasional snap of a twig. Suddenly, she heard a voice whisper in her ear, "You're not alone here." She turned her eyes to face the voice, it was Wendy Testaburger, her face was still covered and her clothes looked darker than usual. Wendy had a stench of decaying bodies lingering around her. "Surprise~" Wendy had a grin under the black veil covering her face, blood red flowers topped it off. Her outfit was a black silk dress, with splashes of blood. She had a Ruby jeweled choker on, and she had dark red heeled boots on. Henrietta backed away from Wendy, trying to distance away from her. Henrietta's mind raced as she tried to come up with a plan. She knew that she had to get out of this place, but Wendy was standing in her way. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. She knew that she had to stay focused if she was going to survive. She looked Wendy straight in the eyes and said, "What do you want from me?"

Wendy's twisted grin widened as she stared back at Henrietta. "What do I want?" she repeated, her voice dripping with malice. "I want everything. I want your life, your soul, your very being. I want to watch you suffer and squirm, just like all the others." Henrietta's heart sank as she realized that there was no reasoning with Wendy. She knew that she had to fight for her life, or she would end up like the others - lost in the blood forest forever. Henrietta turned around and ran, every step she took would be followed by the sound of splashing blood. Soon she felt the trees falling closer and closer to her, the flowers eyes followed her every move till Henrietta couldn't run anymore.