♡𝐶𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑦𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑎 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑌/𝑁♡

𝑴𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑺𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒏

Think about it, honey, under what circumstances could you still meet him?

You ran as fast as you could, although you fell a couple of times, peeling the skin off your knees and bleeding, but it doesn't matter now. It is important to escape.

If possible.

The flashlight is flashing and you've already figured out what it means. He's already here. And he's about to grab himself and God knows what he's going to do to you.

— Damn it, work! - you shouted, hitting the flashlight several times with your palm so that it would finally work properly. But it won't help..

He killed your stupid friends who just wanted to spend the night in the woods. Who knew what it would turn into? You'd give anything to turn back time and talk them out of a idea. But it was too late, their bodies were torn apart at the other end of the forest. You hear the branches breaking next to you and accelerate your run in a pathetic attempt to escape fate.
Just a little more, and there will be a road there.. He's not going outside the forest, is he? Please tell me that yes..

Second. One more.

And now you feel like something is lifting you high into the air, crushing your body like a rag doll. The flashlight fell out of your weak hand. It rolled towards the tree and probably went out forever, just like you did in a couple of minutes.

You look around and see that you are not being held by a hand. And something similar to tentacles. It's unpleasant, it feels like a slug. An abomination.

You start to tremble, feeling how He squeezes such ribs, it seems a few have already broken, oops.

— What are you waiting for, bastard?.. ah!..

Oh yes, he can't answer. He doesn't have a mouth. Very pity.

You feel the last of your strength leaving your weak body.

Suddenly, he directs the tentacle with you even higher and you don't understand why. And a second later, you feel a terrible, unbearable pain shoot through your body. Something sharp has dug deep into you, piercing your vital organs.

How rude. He put you on a tree. You're lucky, because you died quickly. Before you died, you realized who leaves corpses on the treetops in the forest.