#the cryptid

Such a sweet deer, alone in the woods. They say many things exist in the woods, old things. Ever hear of will-o-wisps my deer? lights that people follow in the woods, lights that always seem to captivate deer such as yourself, try not to get too lost in the woods~

“What are you doing up at this hour?” (for whichever muse you are vibing with)

*a shaky and overly clothed figure arrives and knocks, wearing a face mask and scarves, attempting to help, no inch of skin visible, blood staining many of the clothes, the only familiar part being a certain pair of glowing eyes under the hat*

I can't remember anything Who are you? Who am I? What the hell's my ****ing name?

Today's fun sleep talking from the cryptid: