Since my "friends" wanna ignore my short story and try to start small conversation right after I send it as if they didn't see it, I'm gonna publish it right here right now.
You're on a camping trip with friends and family. The bonefire you helped to set up crackles in the distance as you explore the hiking trail. From a distance, you see a figure of a man stand dark against the radiant full moon, almost entrancing as his head dipped in then slowly stretched back. Dread fills the pit of your stomach as he begins his cry. "AWOOOO-" You weren't about to sit around and let him finish. You alerted your friends who were foolishly lollygagging in the back, and tried your best to fight through the trees and make it to the car. But it was too late. His second cry had already began. "AWOOOGA!" You almost didn't notice the scream that ripped through your throat over his barks of "GAWD DAYUM!" and "SHEEESH!" Tears fill your eyes as he approaches you, your back pressed up against the car door. It was too late for you. For everyone. "Where you goin' mamas?" You fell to the forest floor, heart unable to withstand the sheer attraction.
Nearly 500 people were taken out by the catcalls that night, and you were one of them. He didn't discriminate; men, women, and nonbinaries were lost to the incident. The simp had some moral compass and left the children be, but they will forever be scarred by the call of that beast.
Thank you for reading :)
