Horrortale -Trust * Do Not-

The orphanage.

Rowan has blonde almost white silver wavy hair and golden hazel eyes, mostly wearing a white button up shirt with black capres; along with black flats.. She had juat turned 18 and is a little short for her age. She had been in foster care for as long as she could remember, living place to place. After hitting sixteen she was put in a more stable orphanage, a newly build one in the middle of the forest by the city. It was her last night living in fostercare and as she slept, she was awaken by a thick red mist pouring out from under her bed, it seemingly only awaking her. Something tells her not to plant her feet down directly so instead she hops from her bed across the room. Nothing appears to be under her bed but still mist leaks out. Her heart beats rabidly but she forces herself to crawls under it. She finds nothing. Nothing but a hatched door that seemed to have not been opened in some time. All the beds in the home were bolted to the floor so it was unlikely many people new it was there. Rowan peeks her head out to find everyone still sleeping. With a nervous exhale she opens it, find a dark red mist filled stairwell heading down. She gets the courage and heads down the steps, using the wall to find her way. After walking for sometime she finds a large concrete like door. Expecting to find it impossible to move, she places her hands against it and it pushes open without her. A blinding red light fills the hall, Rowan continues forward. The mist fades slowly and before she realizes she is hit with a cold wind and the crunch of snow beneath her feet. She was in a forested snowy area, the "sky" was black and some red mist layered the earth. The door slams shut behind her, weeds entangling the door ensuring no way back.

The snow gently blew to around her, her surroundings were quiet all besides the wind. She felt a pull to keep moving forward in this weird world, the cold nipped at her making her feel a bit dull. As she walked she felt that she saw a figure watching her from the forest.

She shivered feeling the chill of the wind bite at her skin. Having no jacket to cover her exposed arms and legs. Pressing forward she only heard the sound of her feet crunching in the snow. It was dark, not the normal darkness you feel when the streets light turn off but a thick, darkness that felt like it could clog your lungs if you kept breathing. She stopped about twenty yard from what looked to be rotting bridge, feeling eyes on her, swearing she could see the outline of a figure in the trees she walked faster.

As she continue she started to hear footsteps getting closer and closer to her. As she finally started to move faster a shadowy figure blocked her path. She could only see an outline but it made her heart stop. “ hey kid.”

Her heart feels like it remains stopped for minutes, her body filled with cold chills a nervous feeling that she can't shake. The figure seems to be taller than her by a little bit but much more stalky. His voice echoes in the dark woods “Hello..” her voice softly spoke out. She takes a slow step back unsure what is before her.

“Are you lost? I can help just come over here and tell me your name.” he stood in a dark shadow hands behind his back, she could feel his eyes on her like they were piercing through her.

Rowan felt herself shake with uncertainty, but the cold was becoming too much for her not to do something soon. “I-Im Rowan..” she says through chattering teeth. She started walking forward towards the shadowy figuring. She stopped about an arm's length away from him. The shadow still making him look featureless.

He smiles and steps closer to her. “Rowan? I'll remember that name.” the person moved fast as she felt her shoulder flair up with pain, a cleaver was embedded in her arm. “please just accept this ottl be fun for both of us.. Rowan.”

She gets an uneasy feeling as she approaches him, as if the darkness enclosed him. Before she gets out another word the sharp burning feeling takes over her arm. Rowan cries out in pain feeling blood run down her arm and tears fill her eyes. Looking up to see the man that has hurt her she finds a skeleton with a red eye and cracked open skull; his smile sinister and undying. His blue hoodie stained with blood. Her body collapsed, falling to her knees holding near her wound. “Please..Stop..” she pleaded. Fear overtaking her.

The skeleton let out a laugh he seemed to enjoy her pain and fear. He chopped into her other shoulder disabling it. “I’m Sans by the way I hope that you’ll remember me fondly. Who knows you might be like me soon.. all bones.” with that he hit her in the neck cutting it clean off.