#also rip

" who brought me here ? " ⸻ @shameofice

it   was   supposed   to   have   just   been   him   in   the   forest   ⸻   why   was   there   another?

𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭   𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠   𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫   𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝   𝐠𝐨   𝐭𝐨   𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞,   stanford   jerked   his   body   around   towards   sako   &   practically   pounced   on   him,   bringing   them   both   down   on   the   ground   with   a   heavy   thud.   using   his   weight,   the   scientist   pinned   the   man   for   as   long   as   he   would   be   capable   of   &   quickly   reached   for   his   pocket.   he   struggled   for   a   bit,   six-fingered   hand   finicking   around   like   a   fish   out   of   water,   before   he   found   what   he   had   been   searching   for:   a   miniature   flashlight.   

𝐢𝐧   𝐚   𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞   𝐚𝐜𝐭   𝐨𝐟   𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠   𝐭𝐨   𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐤   𝐟𝐨𝐫   𝐚   𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞   𝐨𝐟   𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲,   stanford   flashed   the   light   into   sako’s   both   eyes.   any   sight   of   a   peculiar   yellow   tint   within   the   eyeballs   would   tell   him   the   man   had   been   compromised   &   was   led   here   for   some   malicious   intent.   

“   what   is   your   purpose   for   being   here   .ᐣ.ᐣ   who   sent   you   .ᐣ.ᐣ   have   you   come   to   steal   my   eyes   .ᐣ.ᐣ   ”

indeed. stanford was going through one of his paranoia attacks.

I mean…honestly not the worst thing, not even gonna have that sketch when the colouring and shading and blood are all done so

(I’ve realized, with how much we talk about Crow and Raven, I don’t think we’ve drawn them together. At least on my end)

You just wan to have a great time with new friends and new people who also share your hobbies.

But you instead get involved with a fae who wants to marry you / kidnapped you(?

We already had reader being a camp caretaker, now can we talk about reader being a camper?

Then you find yourself on your way to this new camp, which has just opened its doors, you have never been to one of these before, yet the very attraction was to be involved in the activities of your favorite hobby.

Sure you're not really a fan of Creepypastas, but the moment that for some strange reason in every picture you take with your new friends or just out in nature you keep seeing this tall guy with brown hair and staring at you you start to feel strange.

And it only gets worse when you ask people about him and no one seems to have seen him before or know his name or who he is.

An activity as simple as a group walk in the woods ends up being a paranoia switch for you, no matter where you are in line, it just doesn't seem to leave you alone.

If you go all the way to the front you can see him peeking across the path, if you go in the middle you can see him out of the corner of your eye peeking through the trees and as you stay behind the group you can feel his footsteps behind you.

What kind of weirdo decides it's a good idea to stalk someone in a group unless he wants to get caught, beaten and spit on the ground, although looking at the profile, he'd probably like that.

And stopping in the middle of the road two steps away from getting back to camp, you hear your friends and companions moving forward to the mess hall, and when you hear the footsteps stop and you're only able to hear a not so gentle wind.

Of course you should never judge a book by its cover, and the clearest sign of danger was to see how indifferent he was the moment you confronted him face to face, unashamed to stare at you, and then smile and bring his hand to your face.

You decide to confront him, in any case if he is an assassin, you can shout and easily the others will be able to see him.

And when you finally turn to see him you feel your heart drop to your stomach, although the photos in which he had appeared his presence was blurred, but recognizable enough, the person... Is it okay to say person? The thing? In front of you is almost totally different from what you thought it would look like.

And when you can swear that he is brushing against you you hear your nickname in a shout, you turn and it seems to be one of the girls in charge of the camp and when you turn again to face the brown boy again there is no trace of him...

What the hell...?!

-Brainrot anon without Internet;;;; help