All Eyes On Me | BFDI/TPOT Fanfic

run, run, run faster

The object walked into the forest, running their fingers along the trees, covered in leafy vines and soft moss, the grass carpeted with fallen leaves and sticks.

Its quite nice here.. I wish I came here sooner, they thought, looking around, admiring the beauty, watching soft sunlight pour through the leafy canopy of leaves that stretched to the sky.

They approached a clearing covered with bushes and filled with bright sun, a small cave to the side. which

The grass had strange patches of flowers, which seemed unnatural, but they shrugged it off.

They walked slowly, taking in all the beauty of the lovely clearing, being careful not to step on the unnatural flower patches.

They stepped towards the cave, which had long, green and thick vines hanging from the top, which also seemed unnatural.

Why does everything here seem so.. strange..? Unnatural?.. they thought, eyeing the thick vines, that seemed to have some strange fluid on them.

Looking closer, they paused. That's.. blood? Did someone hurt themselves out here? Or.. something? Maybe someone is lost.. they, being a nice-ish person who sort of liked to help people, started looking around.

"Is anyone there? Hell-ooo?" They called out, wandering around. They decided to look closer at the blood, seeing it was dried up and crusted.

Looking down at the bottom of the vines, they gasped, and stumbled. There was a fresh, warm puddle of blood and other disgusting fluids, reflecting the sunlight.

They pushed the vines aside and stepped foot into the cave, bracing themselves for the worst.

That wasn't enough, as what they were about to see was worse then the worst.

Enough sunlight flooded into the cave to light it but keep it dim, but a day of sunlight shone onto a mound of eyeless corpses, all with gruesome, gory injuries.

Golf ball, Marker, Blocky, all pushed into the corner, guts and blood spilled over the floor, smeared against the walls, smushed into cracks on the floor.

Rotting smells also emitted from the whole cave, mould and flies crept across the corpses, eating away at the carcasses, moss also had begun to grow across the ground, seeping into the cracks and climbing up the walls, bringing some small patches of grass and flowers

In the other corner was a purple, plastic stool with white legs, and sharp, pointed pieces of bone shards sticking out at every angle, making it look like a spiked death trap.

And stacked upon that stool was their eyes. Smoky gray, GBs, midnight purple, Markers, and maroon, Blockys.

The unfortunate object who had entered this cave stoof rooted to the spot, unable to believe what they were seeing.

And then they saw the relatively fresh, rotting corpse of Tree.

They, of course, did not know this was all his doing.

So of course, they screamed, and ran over to him, and began to pick him up, intending to try recover him, along with the others, but they could only carry one at a time.

The new recovery center they had created to replace the old one, which had stopped working for some reason, needed atleast one part of the body of the one they wanted to recover.

They began to run, carrying Trees corpse fireman style, his leaves falling off at a rapid pace, scattering the green grass with spots of blackened leaves.