Good Luck! // Creepypasta x lucky reader

Ch7

Unwrapping myself from my sleeping bag, I gather a towel and a bar of soap before exiting the tent and onward to the lake, from the rocky shore to the clear waters that reflect the morning light, it was closer to camp then I originally thought.

Approaching the mouth of the forest that opened up to the lake a reflective material caught my eye, leaning against one of the trees where a familiar orang goggles, some sort of fabric, and a pair of damp newly washed hatchets, 'Goggle guy must be around'.

Just over the ridge and kneeling beside the shore was the man himself, dunking and stretching his hoodie in the crystal water, he was mumbling to himself incoherently seems he is to focused he has not noticed me.

Walking closer I decide to call out to him, though I was at a loss as to what to say, so I just asked the first question I could think of "are you not cold?".

His body wiped around, seems I had startled him.

Now that I am able to see his features properly, this boy is quite pale, so much in fact had he been laying still I may mistake him for a corps, his dull honey eyes does not help with that, what was most reveling in his appearance is the large gash spreads from his left lip to the middle of his cheek allowing a nice view of his teeth.

He eyed me up and down, his neck suddenly jerking to his shoulder in an audible crack, his mumble had ceased giving me his full attention.

"what?" he questioned, I gave him a questioning look in return, "its like, almost October dude are you not freezing?" his appearance did startle me ill admit but I've seen people like him before, everyone has a story I suppose.

He reached for his belt, his hand pawing at something that was not there a few times before he sighs and stood from his kneeling position.

"Says the (guy/gal) who planned to go for a swim" he sounded almost snarky when he said that, gesturing to the towel in my arms, giving me a playful grin, though his eyes where not playing along with his act. What he said is true though, maybe I thought with luck ide run into a hot springs on the way over or something.

His body jerked again, his hand moved to his chest to dig his nails into the fabric of his t-shirt, I don't mind it however in favour of are conversation.

I do not mind the looks he's been giving me and continue to make eye contact, "I'm (y/n), lot more people hanging around in these woods then I had originally though", he gives me a nod "Toby, people don't want to be eaten that's why they ke-stay away, you should leave to".

So they are aware of the rumors "you mean the monster that lives around here? do you know where I can find it?" I may have come off a little to exited to get information as Toby shifts uncomfortably "you want to find him...? why?" how should I say this, its not like I can say "ya just wanted to die, nothing more nothing less".

I took to long to answer as Toby passed me and began gathering his thing laying next to the tree, looking at me over his shoulder before vanishing behind the tree line.

"Leave. go home".