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No, no, no, no, no gotta get away, gotta get out of here! The words chanted as a mantra through your mind as you ran through the forest. It was eerily silent, the desperate screams of your partner long since having petered off into the quiet of the night. Tears blinded your vision, but you just kept going; you couldn’t stop, wouldn’t stop, you promised your partner you’d get out of here and get help! Sobbing raggedly, you stumbled as your feet tangled in the nearby blackberry bushes.
Thorns scratched at your soft skin as you forcefully pulled away and continued to run. Blood leaked and trickled down your shins, uncomfortably warm against your sweaty skin. You heard a loud howl from somewhere close behind you and cried out loudly in fear, pumping your legs, pushing yourself to go harder, faster. Your chest heaved as you tried to suck in cold breaths of air, ribs constricting your lungs. You wondered, horrified, if your lungs would be pierced just from breathing too hard.
The long, loping strides of something chasing you somehow managed to pierce through the blood rushing in your ears. You swallowed back a panicked whimper, veering off to the left in the hopes that you could outmanoeuvre the large beast following you.
A deep, rumbling growl struck through you and you sobbed with fear, trying to push yourself faster, the muscles in your legs burning and aching painfully. You were unaware of the fact you were being herded by two monsters, forced to double back and away from the open road. Right back to your car, your partner - or what little remained of them - running right into the middle of a cleverly thought out trap. You cried loudly when you stumbled back into the clearing, fear and nausea slamming into you at the sight of the bloody mess strewn about the lovely, quiet little grove your best friends had told you about.
You swallowed back bile, legs shaking uncontrollably as all you could do was stare for several long, drawn out moments. Your body suddenly jerked, forced down to the ground by something large, heavy, full of fur. You sobbed and cried, pleading loudly in the quiet night, struggled against the large, clawed hands holding you down.
Sharp teeth lightly closed around the back of your throat and you froze with a terrified whimper. Your heart was pounding in your chest, beating so hard you feared it would leap out of you. Hot, damp breaths breathed over the sensitive skin of your neck and you whined softly. You forced yourself to remain limp, hoping against hope that the beast above you wouldn’t kill you. The snapping of branches made your eyes dart around, your (E/C) gaze landing on the sight of a large, bipedal wolf dragging itself into the clearing.
The beast above you, the same creature as the one that caged you and crowded you against the forest floor, let out a little huff of a greeting. You could see the ragged tail of the other wagging, staring incredulously as it, no he, slowly shrunk and shifted, straw-coloured fur receding to leave soft-looking tanned skin.
You felt frozen, staring uncomprehendingly into the bright blue eyes of one of your best friends. Johnny Joestar smiled widely, fangs gleaming in the low light of the moon overhead, “Looks like we finally caught up to our pretty little rabbit,” The young blonde drawled, crawling over to you as the beast holding you down became lightly, the claws and teeth shrinking as it, he, let go of the back of your neck. Johnny cooed as the deep, rumbling chuckle from - Gyro? It has to be Gyro, that’s his distinctive nyohoho laugh, what - the man above you, “I got worried Gyro wouldn’t be able to get to you before you reached the main road, honey.”
The sweet little pet name made you feel sick to your stomach, a terrified little whimper ripping itself from your throat as Gyro pulled you up from the forest floor and into his strong arms. You shuddered, frozen and limp as you stared at Johnny, “I told you I could catch her, caro,” Gyro hummed, nuzzling into the back of your neck, long tongue running over the back of your neck, “She’s a fast little bunny, our (Y/N),” He purred.
“Please,” You whimpered quietly, tense with fear. Tears trickled down your face and Johnny cooed, cupping your face in his hands as he kissed over your flushed face, “Please don’t hurt me.”
“Oh cara,” Gyro murmured into your ear, curling around you closely, Johnny tilting your chin up and kissing your deeply, “We won’t hurt you. We’d never hurt our pretty little Bunny.”