𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐀𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧

.𝟎𝟑 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞

Protector of the Night; December something 2022

Eddies feet were frozen, but he keeps forcing himself forward. He was in dire need of those stupid berries. The tiny red ones that he could mash up and use as paint. A light watered down version but still useful to him. He was still currently in the process of saving up for new paint, even though he's confident Wayne got him a new set for Christmas. Unlike previous years Eddie did promise not to snoop around the trailer, which he had obviously broken and Wayne seemed to have gotten smarter to his antics and his present somewhere else. The holiday was only a few weeks away and if he waited that long to finish this project then he would never finish the damn thing. That and it was due in two days for his class. He had completely forgotten about it up until he randomly decided he wanted to go on a walk in the middle of the woods. (Not a smart decision)

Now if you knew Eddie for just five seconds, barely even that long you would know that everything he did was a last minute decision. Something that he has been scolded for numerous times by his Uncle. Who has walked in on his nephew doing some form of body modification without any rash decision behind it one to many times (At that thought Eddie chuckles to himself, rubbing at the bats that was on his forearm) or the time he nearly cut all of his hair off just because he couldn't find a hair tie in the middle of the summer. The boy was normally logical in a lot of areas but being rational wasn't in his books. Plus a lot of things he did ran off from his emotions.

After a while of walking his eyes finally land on a tiny bush covered in snow. Though still poking out of the white branches were the exact berries he needed. He didn't know the name for them or what they were for, all he knew was they weren't edible. He learned the hard way. He eagerly moves over from the small path he had been walking on, humming to himself he claps his hands excitedly as he pulls out a plastic sandwich bag that still had some crumbs at the bottom of it. Careful not to rip it, he opens the bag and proceeds to dump out the breadcrumbs into the snow. Not wanting them to get mixed up with the berries. He also didn't feel bad for loitering, some animal would most likely come and snack on the very few crumbs that stuck to the top of the snow. After all it was just bread. Then when he decides that it was cleaned out enough he begins to pick berries taking his time to look at each one. Not wanting to accidentally pick one with some creepy bug inside. His paint would not look good if it had squished up bugs in it.

He was used to doing this by now without the worry of anything around him, so when his hair starts to stick up off his arms and the back of his neck he was a bit concerned. Glancing around he follows his bodies instincts, now feeling like he was being watched. After a minute of glancing around the woods, and seeing nothing in the surrounding area he shakes his head and begins to ignore his gut. Feeling like on of those idiots from a horror movie. He then lets a breathe out nearly going cross eyed as he watches his breathe go up into his face. Relaxing a bit when he realizes he was being paranoid, which is how he begins to hum a random Black Sabbath song instead of keeping an ear out for his surroundings. No animal ever got close to you in these woods, most times they would hear you and take off before you could see them.

A few more minutes pass and he finally has half the bag full. Weighing it in the palm of his hand he holds it up to the light and makes a further inspection. It would hopefully be enough to hold him over, or to finish this art project. Then bringing it back down he begins to make sure the bags sealed before putting it in his coat pocket. Patting it a little to make sure it will stay before standing up with a slight shiver. His breathing was a bit labored from the cold and his hands had started to grow pink from touching so much snow. Moving them carefully up to his mouth he begins to revive his fingers, that were hard to move from how cold they were. He should have brought gloves out.He really needed to get warmer clothes in general, but for now he moves and struggles to zip up the leather coat in hopes of regaining some heat from the old thing. How his Uncle wore it twenty years before him was beyond him. Then again it had been newer then and not so difficult to work with like it was now. He had stolen it from his Uncle a couple of years ago and never really returned it. Not like Wayne minded, it had been a while since he properly wore it.