Deer Here

No, no, I can't stay here! They ate my friend! I can feel them struggling in that fat belly. All those gurgles are getting louder. They're not making it out of there, and I'm next if I don't escape! I just have to take a breath and focus on how I'm gonna do this. Just gotta stop, gotta relax...

Fuck. Fuck! I'm going. to. be. food! Come on! This is not the time to let the 'cozy and warm is safe' part of my damn preybrain to take over; this should be 'fight or flight' time!

When you find one of them and yelp in shock as your little preybrain screams at you to flee upon seeing a big grinning pred in your house, the pred gets to pin you down and fuck you mercilessly.

The other four preds keep hiding and repeat the process each time one is found and leaving you paranoid and terrified of being in your own home.

It's not like there's anything left to find in there; it's been picked clean of anything worth selling for at least a decade. I think people just go in there to dick around or take photos.

Popular locations are the decaying ferris wheel, the corkscrew section of the coaster, the empty bumper cars platform, and that mosquito breeding ground that once was the boat pond with the head of one of the old swan boats still sticking up above the water.

There's also that dopey dragon animatronic in that kiddie dark ride. It's creepy in there and you definitely need a flashlight to navigate but people seem to love going in there anyways to take a picture of it.

That new sheep that joined our flock a week ago.

That new sheep the shepherd is too lazy to question.

That new 'sheep' that's always acting so weird.

We all know.

I don't think he knows we know. He's always standing a little too close to someone. He doesn't seem as concerned about outside threats. His bleat sounds really weird. He pants when it's hot out.

He wants to eat us; it's obvious.

But he can't.

'Cause then he'd lose what we offer.

That dirty 'sheep' has a thing for us that betrays his belly.

He stands so close 'cause he loves our scent. He's always distracted when we're standing in front of him, but only when we're facing away.

And we offer him that chance, to embrace his needs. The shepherd doesn't notice, but almost all of us have taken him at least once. Ewes, rams, he doesn't care. Once that knot is hitting against skin, rubbing against wool, he loses himself.

Truthfully, we love it too. He's able to massage these itches deep inside, to stretch what a normal ram can't.

That's why we don't do anything to blow his cover. He wants us, and we want him.

Can't say if his plan is to eat us when he's finally had his fill. Maybe he'll eat the shepherd; that guy's a dick anyways. Maybe he'll keep us for himself, or let us keep him.

For now, we let it happen.