Creatures of the Night | Mike x Fem Reader

Prologue

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Apologies if some parts don't make sense or if there are any spelling mistakes. I threw this together on a whim over the last couple of days and haven't really edited it yet. I just wanted to release what I've written so far to see if there's any interest in this kind of story before I take the time to put it into words.

The cold air bites at my skin as I stand on the cliff by the cable car station, the wind whipping through the trees and carrying the distant echoes of a night I wish I could forget. I took the cable car up to the top, like I've done a thousand times before, but this time feels different - like the mountain itself is holding its breath, waiting to see if I'll make the same mistakes all over again.

Two years. It's been two years since that night when everything fell apart. Since Hannah and Beth went missing. Since Josh's prank turned into a nightmare we couldn't wake up from. Since the wendigos showed us that monsters aren't just something we make up in our heads - they're real, and they're hiding in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to strike.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath, feeling the chill settle into my bones. The memories come rushing back whether I want them to or not. The look in Josh's eyes when he revealed his twisted game, the way he said it was all revenge for what happened to his sisters. I remember thinking I'd failed him, that I'd never noticed how far he'd fallen into that darkness. And then the real horror started - when the wendigos came out of nowhere, ripping apart everything we thought we knew about fear.

I didn't want to believe it at first. Monsters? Wendigos? It sounded like something straight out of a campfire story, a myth meant to scare kids into behaving. I needed facts, proof, something solid to hold onto in the middle of all that chaos. I kept telling myself there had to be another explanation, that we'd all been tricked, that Josh's mind games had gone deeper than we realized. But then, reality hit harder than I ever imagined.

Jack Fiddler. His name kept coming up during the investigation. He was the man who spent his entire life fighting wendigos, following in his father's footsteps, carrying on a battle that no one else could see. He was the one who knew the truth, who tried to warn people about the monsters hiding in the woods, but no one listened. I read about him - how he trapped and killed them, how he kept the darkness at bay all by himself, alone in that madness. And now, I understand what it must've felt like, carrying that knowledge when the rest of the world called him crazy.

I can't stop thinking about how similar he was to Josh in a way - how they both fought battles that no one else could see. How they both tried to control the chaos in their own twisted way, each of them becoming something else entirely in the process. But while Jack was fighting monsters, Josh became one - at least that's how it felt when he was tormenting us that night.

Opening my eyes, I stare out at the endless stretch of snow-covered wilderness. This place hasn't changed at all, but I have. I'm not the same person who came up this mountain a year ago, desperate for answers and closure. Now, all I have are the memories, the regrets, and the questions that still echo in my mind. What if I'd done something differently? What if I'd seen the signs sooner? What if I'd believed in the monsters before they tore our world apart?

The wind picks up again, carrying the sound of my thoughts away with it, scattering them like whispers into the night. I came back here searching for something I can't even name - some kind of resolution, maybe, or a way to finally put the ghosts to rest. But as I stand on the edge of this cliff, I can't help but wonder if some things are never meant to be put to rest. If the truth is, we're all still fighting our own battles, just like Jack Fiddler did - alone, in the dark.