Mr. (l/n) breathed heavily as he slowly came to a stop after running away from
a vile creature which was sizing him up to eat him. Dammit! What did he do to deserve this treatment? It's not like he killed his wife and tried to abuse his child! Oh, wait, he did exactly that. But, whatever! That was in the past! He had time to repent! It's not even his fault he hates his family! His wife was an annoying bitch, and his kid was a giant pussy, who wouldn't hate their family if it was dysfunctional like this?
He glanced around, ah geez, he's most likely lost. Trees everywhere, and he ran off the trail which lead through this forest. He began to walk in a single direction, or was he? He was too drunk to even know. Did he pass this tree? Or did he pass that tree? He was quickly losing daylight, and being so intoxicated didn't really help his situation. Maybe if he headed north he'd -- wait, which way is north again?
After Mr. (l/n) finally chose a single direction to head towards, the sun had already set and it was almost impossible to avoid any trees because of the darkness, and maybe also because of his current drunken state. His sanity was slowly draining and he kept imagining his wife was waiting for him at every turn, her body bloody and an angry look on her face. He also imagined his son, being torn apart by the monster he had come across earlier.
He soon felt breath on his ear, which shook him to his very core. His knees were weak as he kept walking. All of these hallucinations were sobering him up in a bad way. Man, he really needed another drink. He patted his pockets to find his flask which he kept with him at all times. He pulled out the small metallic flask and opened it to take a swig from it, but a voice stopped him, "You know you're going to do a number on your liver with all that drinking you do, right?" Mr. (l/n)'s head snapped up and looked around before his eyes landed on another pair of eyes which glowed fuchsia. Mr. (l/n) stuttered, "Ah, erm, no, I mean, yes. Uh, w-who are you?"
There was a long silence after Mr. (l/n) asked his question, and the fuchsia eyes seemed to get closer and closer with each passing second. Finally the silence was broken, "The thing you've been running from all this time."
Mr. (l/n) let out a strangled cry as he felt every fiber in his body being torn apart slowly and painfully. Bones were yanked viciously from each other, and muscle ripped audibly. Mr. (l/n) looked at his attacker one last time, and noticed that they gleefully enjoyed his pain. Finally with one harsh tug, Mr. (l/n) was torn into two.
Somewhere far away, yet still close by, a young male was startled by a scream of pain, and he looked out his window out of curiosity before heading over to his bed to sleep.
(A/N: Aw man, finally wrote something. I will TRY to write more, if I don't get writer's block.)
