𝙲𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙸𝚂𝙷. | griefer ♡ f!reader

➜ 002 ; the fall

For the entire night, you were tossing and turning, unsure of what to expect. The bed was more like a sack of rocks tightly knit together.

In the morning, you pull yourself together and take a deep breath, looking at your disheveled reflection in the mirror. It isn't everyday you stay up all night overthinking about a walk in the forest.

Hair sticking out in all directions. Sweat-drenched face. Swollen eyes.

Needless to say, you got a free ticket for the golden combo package. After splashing some water on your face, your reflection looks even worse in the mirror.

Whilst tidying up your hair, you begin trying to think through the possible reasons as to why or how a sane person would suggest hanging out in a rainforest. What could you do, anyway? The rainforests of Turitopulis are packed densely with those appalling, calamitous mosquitoes. It's surprising nobody in the village has reported signs of anemia yet.

You throw on a sleeveless shirt in F/C, an utility vest your now-absent-in-your-life dad forgot to take with him and a pair of khaki skater pants.

If you're going to go hang out with a close friend, you may as well suffer through the heat while looking presentable instead of looking like the average drunk abusive dad... that was your thought process.

You quickly fumble through your drawers and pull out a pen and tear off the corner of a page in an old notebook you own, before scribbling some text on it hastily.

Your mind goes on a jog to think of some good excuse for going out so early in the morning, before you settle on the half-truth of going out for a jog.

It really would be nice if your dad was the mayor who didn't really care about what you did during the weekends.

Quietly, you slowly open your door, inch by inch and peek into the living room to check if the coast is clear. As expected, nobody is awake, not yet. It's not dawn, but probably around early morning.

With a heavy heart, slap the note down on the dining table and run out the door before anything goes wrong. This feels like committing a crime. Your heartbeat is so loud you can barely hear your own breathing.

Closing the door behind you, a sigh of relief finally escapes your chest and you wipe some sweat off your forehead.

The breeze in the morning is rather enjoyable and even pleasantly icy. It's a good reason to wake up early in the morning for the villagers that live here; to enjoy the crisp morning breeze before the sun unleashes its wrath upon all.

The walk to the inn is relatively nice. There are a few stray cats wandering through the village. The stalls and stands in the market have also begun to open up for the day. There's some soft commotion that blends into the wind around you... It'd be really nice if Turitopulis had this kind of atmosphere and weather all year long.

Before you realize it, the inn stands tall and mighty in the distance. Snapping out of your thoughts, you try to make out any figures in the distance, but there's nobody standing in front of the inn.

That's strange...

You stop in front of the inn and look around, but nobody is seen in sight. As a matter of fact, it doesn't even seem like anybody is even approaching the inn.

You stand there and wait, tapping your foot to have some sort of idle action while passing the time. Maybe you're just early, or maybe he's the one who's late.

After a minute or two of waiting, you begin to get concerned.

Usually, Griefer is very serious about meetups... hangouts... whatever. He's not the most punctual person but usually he's not going to be this late.