Claudette smiled as she put another marshmellow on a wood stick, she began to roast it over the fire pit, a happy tune on her lips. No one else sitting there but her and she loved that feeling. She checked the marshmellows color and heat before deeming it good enough and pulling it off, she popped it into her mouth and started chewing; the gooey substance stuck in between her teeth as she munched. She could hear someone approaching from the forest but she didn't care, she popped another raw marshmellow into her mouth before she was even done with the first one as her jaw began to ache. A twig snapped behind her and she turned with a malicious grin, "who's there." she demanded. Her voice was low and almost satanic, she slowly opened her mouth to reveal the disgusting remains of chewed up marshmellow stuck to her gums as she pushed it around with her tongue. The light reflected onto her face well enough to show her white, glowing, eyes. Her face was outlined with professional looking stitches. There was a line of stitches going across her face, both horizontal and vertical going all the way down her neck. Blood seeped from the wounds as she looked around. Her collar didn't seem to have bones but instead, there were terrible, blood-stained, stitches where they would've been. The figure in the forest stepped out to show his curse, a white glow in his eyes and a disgustingly bloody outline of stitches around his face. He smiled just as wide as her and she sat down, he sat with her and grabbed a marshmellow.
Meg tried to be quiet as she closed her eyes at the horrors that lay just past the tree-line and at that moment she decided to sneak back to her own campsite. She hoped to god there weren't others as she crawled a few feet away before standing up. She walked for about five minutes before noticing a pair of pure white eyes in the darkness and the silver shine of a sewing needle, gleaming in the pale moonlight.
