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You should have known this was a bad idea. Exploring the forest after dark? The one you hear screaming from in the middle of the night sometimes?
Never taking a dare again, that's for sure.
How late is it anyway? You need to be home by- and your phone's dead. Great. Just what you needed.
Sliding it back in your pocket, you turn back the way you'd come-
What was that?
Probably nothing, it's usually fine, but. You start to run anyway. No point staying here any longer than necessary.
Seriously, never again. No more dares-
It's not nothing.
A flash of green hair and you're on the ground, rocks and branches digging into your back, staring up at an oddly expressionless face. Blood drips down his chin, too much of it to be his own. You are, to put it bluntly, fucked.
Despite the blood, you recognise him. How could you not? He's only the Ferb Fletcher, famed inventor genius. He'd vanished from the public eye about a year ago, just after his brother disappeared, and apparently come... here.
To live in a forest.
Where things scream in the middle of the night sometimes.
And eat people.
Like you.