more oc writing yay yuieppeyy
tw for: hunting, child mistreatment?, animal death
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@xyzee2323 here u go 🙂↕️👍
and @buggz-owlz you always like this stuff
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Clover sat at the foot of their bed. It was their 11th birthday next week. You’d think they’d be excited. But their parents never really did much for their birthday.
It wasn’t like they didn’t have the money. They just never did much. Their excuse was that “Clover never talked.”
Clover would always hear the other kids talking about their birthdays. An RC car. A new set of dolls. A VR headset. A tablet. A new videogame. A pillow sized teddy bear. A new Lego set.
“Clover!”
Oh. That was dad. He was yelling from the bottom of the stairs. Must be important.
They walked out of their bedroom, down the stairs, and into the kitchen- where their dad was.
“Alright kiddo- moms not home, so as an early birthday gift, I’m gonna teach you how to hunt a rabbit.”
“Huh?”
“Huntin rabbits. Ya know. You like em, so I figured I could taxidermy one for ya.”
Clover didn’t know what that word meant, but their dad was already grabbing their shoes, so they didn’t ask.
After a few minutes of walking in a forest near their house, their dad stopped them. He ducked behind a fallen log and pointed his rifle at something Clover couldn’t see.
“Alright, now let me show you how to hold this…”
Clover wasn’t allowed to hold it, of course, but he showed them the proper way to hold a hunting rifle. Clover wasn’t paying attention. They were trying to figure out what the rifle was pointed at-
*BANG*
The rifle went off. Clover flinched.
“Hah!”
He stood up and walked over to pick up something behind a bush that Clover couldn’t see.
He picked up the dead rabbit by the leg and held it up. It was still bleeding. Blood gushed down its side, dripping on the grass below.
“Now that’s how you catch a rabbit!”
He was admiring the corpse he held aloft, before looking back at Clover.
Clover was on the verge of tears. Their hands were shaking. Their ears were still ringing from the gunshot. They stared at the deceased rabbit. They couldn’t look away.
He tried to talk to them. But they couldn’t really hear them.
They heard the gun go off again. A misfire, sure, but enough to snap them out of it.
They started sobbing uncontrollably. Their father dropped the rabbit and tried to console them, but when he tried to touch them, they flinched.
Their feet started moving on their own. They ran deeper into the woods.
Deeper. Darker. Colder.
Clover stopped to catch their breath. Sobbing while running isn’t nice on your lungs.
They rubbed their tear-filled eyes and leaned against a tree. Their sides hurt.
As they regained their bearings, they noticed something. The forest around them looked nothing like where they just were.
No insects buzzing, no fallen trees. The small mushrooms on the trees and ground glowed softly under the new moon, despite it having been morning when they left.
The trees wood was dark, almost black, and they towered above taller than any tree Clover had ever seen.
As they walked deeper into the forest, the fog slowly thickened. Soon, they couldn’t see more than a few feet in front of them, the only illumination coming from the small bioluminescent mushrooms- and they barely provided anything.
Clover walked slowly, the silence and fog making it feel like a horror movie. But they weren’t scared.
There was something calming about where they were. Something drawing them in. Deeper into the forest.
But the calmness was short lived, as they took a wrong step and fell down a cliff they couldn’t see.
They tumbled down the hill, hitting rocks and roots the whole way down.
When they landed at the bottom, the first thing they noticed was how heavy the fog was. How dark the fog was.
The second thing they noticed was just how much their leg hurt. Tears filled their eyes again as they looked down at their broken, bleeding leg, the bone poking out from their skin.
They started crying again. Hoping maybe, just maybe, someone would find them. That they wouldn’t bleed out down here, in the middle of nowhere.
The fog drew closer. Darker. Colder.
Something cold wrapped around their broken leg. They flinched, but the pain almost immediately disappeared.
Before they could get a good look at what it was, something covered their eyes. They tried to claw at whatever it was, but their hands seemed to phase right through the cold nothingness.
A wave of unnatural exhaustion washed over them as a cold, large figure gently picked them up.
Its hands didn’t feel like human hands. They were smooth, and had claws on the end. It had far too many and they were far too big to be human anyway.
Whatever it was had tentacle-like appendages as well. One was still wrapped around their injured leg, as the creature delicately picked them up.
Their whole leg went numb and cold. They felt the bone snap back into place before warmth and feeling returned.
They tried to speak through their tears. They managed to choke out a short, quiet sentence.
“W-Who are you?”
Whispers filled their ears and mind. They didn’t understand. It was too much for them.
They started crying again, quietly this time. The whispering ceased almost instantly. A cold hand reached up to cradle their face, and another wave of exhaustion pulsed through them. They grew more and more tired by the second.
Their breathing slowed. The tears stopped. And they gave in to their exhaustion, cradled by the cold embrace of the void.
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YAYYYYY :D
also if anyone was wondering, Clover is autistic and intersex. !! no decided variation yet buttttt yeah 🙂↕️🙂↕️
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