Eggchan's lowkey just a normal dude who's tryna live his normal life in a village, fishing and surviving and honestly whatever he can and gotta do. But something notable about him is the way he's so intensely into the research of a certain myth:
The concept itself is quite silly, he admits that. They're simply "magical little tricksters" who he should frankly admit pprrroobably comes from rumors derived after exaggerated tales, but Eggchan doesn't quite care. He likes it. Basing off things from rumors and putting effort into researching their validity, then swiftly doodling whichever outcome into a book he's been spending quite a while pouring into.
Still, he can't quite help it when he lives in an area that provides more proof of their existence than any other location in the map could.
Simply saying: his village is situated just in the middle of a forest said to be home to.. quite the unfriendly fae, actually. An understatement, really. There's been numerous instances of blatant murder in the woodlands, though the corpses are often in states that let you question whether it was truly the result of a human or someone who is capable of wielding supernatural abilities.
The culprit: Wemmbu, a fae who very recently had chosen to settle in these forests (at least about a year or two). Like usual fae of his kind, he is unkind. He fucking hates half of these bitches, and honestly wants to drive this village out just so that he could finally have some peace and quiet. So, as a result, he's been terrorizing them and those who come to aid them.
Not until a weird guy comes?? Wandering in his forest??? Like a dumbass?? Is this guy NOT aware of the shit he's been doing? Whatever. He's not in the mood to put any effort into wiping such a stupid chungy.
Eggchan, however, is completely unaware of Wemmbu dismissing him. Instead, he visits the woodlands several times and often leaves offeringsâsince his research notes lowkey suggest it's proper etiquette and whatever. Weird fae values. That's okay, he gets where they're coming from.
And he's pretty sure he also understands what's going on. Whether it be the deliberate voices as he trudges through the terrain, or the landmarks that occasionally seem as though they've moved. That's not normal. Definitely not. It's most likely activity from the fae, so he's quite pleased instead of scared.
So he promptly notes it all down, WITH critiques on Wemmbu's effort to "scare" him. And a bunch of profiling, similar to a wildlife instructor
Displays aggression when observed
And somehow, Wemmbu gets his hands on the contents and is like "??? Bro WHAT" and tries to talk to the chud guy. Somethingsomething their interaction actually goes surprisingly well, and Wemmbu finds that he honestly hits it off with the guy kinda easily. It still doesn't stop him from harassing him with forest horrors, though. That's too fun to drop. Plus, he needs to somehow acquire Eggy's name! Fucker knows his shit 'bout folklores, so he's been stuck to nicknames.
Unfortunately for Eggchan and luckily for Wemmbu, one thing leads to another, and suddenly theyre found in some kind of bad position. Maybe Eggchan was trying to flee from the illusions, but forgets how big the forest can actually beâfalling off a cliff that's too short to truly kill him, but still enough to gravely injure him. Idfk man
He's like, injured and feverish. Barely conscious. Against Wemmbu's better judgement, he's actually WORRIED for him. Too much. He hates it. What the fuck? Wasn't this the purpose of his terrorizing? He berates Eggchan for his stupidity (even though he lowk caused it) and tries to help him, but it's hard when Eggchan's yapping some sentimental shit to him
And in a moment of vulnerability, gives his name.
And that's when something in Wemmbu snaps, because he realizes that now he has the ability to exert influence over Eggchan.
(Little after, Wemmbu's name is probably revealed to Eggchan as well. Maybe as a sign of trust? Or maybe he gives his name as some kind of contract to Eggchan, whatever works bro)
Initially, it was all fun and sunshine and ranbows, but that was until things start to trail down onto a more concerning route. One where Wemmbu's mindset starts to twist as time goes on, running in stages from the first time they meet until months after like
"This chungus is funny." To "I'd rather this human not die, thank you." To "I'd rather Egg spend time with me." To "Why is Eggchan spending time with other people?" To "Why does he need anyone besides me?" To "I have his name. I have him protected. I keep him safe."
Like, deadass. Quite literally. Especially with the principle regarding faes and names. Etched into his very soul, it's made clear: Wemmbu is Eggchan's, and Eggchan is Wemmbu's. So, he's not quite sure why humans, especially Eggchan, finds it kinda concerning.
He's being sincere! He's literally
Leaving rare flowers on his beloved's Eggchan's doorstep
Returning stolen belongings
Cursing people who insult them
KILLING threats before Eggchan knows theh exist
Watching over him while he sleeps
Like?? Bro??? Can't he get more appreciation for being a good soulmate?
And, although Eggchan would like to say he isn't exactly happy during the times where Wemmbu would be too unnaturally violent or possessive for his own good, it's not as if he also isn't falling into his own kind of unhealthy spectrum
One where he's slowly growing desensitized to it, actually. Maybe indulging in Wemmbu a few months after those habits begin, with praises and jokes that he thirsts for blood himself.
And although subtle, his journal also lowkey shows the way his mindset changes too
Log 4: Subject displays predatory tendencies.
Log 9: Subject brought me medicina herbs.
Log 29: Subject became upset when I was absent for two weeks. (This injury was??? Your fault??)
Log ??: Unsure whether potential correlation may be substantiate. I keep on returning to the forest.
Log ??: I don't know if he's dangerous because he's fae or because he's Wemmbu.
Until things start to blur between eachother and Eggchan willingly falls into the whims of a loving fae
Im going yo be so fr with you vhat its 2-3 in the morning. Bare with me when none of this abrely makes any fuckign sense