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You and John were being dragged deeper into the cave, both bound by vines that prevented you from escaping. The beautiful reflection of water filled the room as they dragged you both deeper to your soon to be grave.The taller skeleton cut the vines that bounded your body with his sharp phalanges as he talked to his brother “STONE, LET ME PREPARE DINNER THIS TIME, YOU ALWAYS MAKE THE MEAT TO TOUGH FOR ME TO EAT!” The taller skeleton huffed in frustration. “You know I can’t help myself, bro. I love it when they squirm.” Stone(?) then dunked John's head underwater, making sure to press his face into the sand below and watched him desperately struggle for air with a sick smile.
You screamed and attempted to help John, only to be held back by the other skeleton, who you assumed was Stone's brother. “BROTHER! OUR MATE LOVINGLY BROUGHT THIS MEAL RIGHT TO OUR DOORSTEP, SHOW SOME DECENCY FOR STARS SAKE!”
Stone lifted John's head out of the water “Whoops, sorry sweet treat.” John spit out some of the water that got lodged in his throat and breathed deeply to take as much air as he could.
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You and John were stripped of your clothing, before getting all the dirt scrubbed off your bodies, Crooks touch was gentle and mindful which was a stark contrast to Stone, who was practically rubbing John's skin off, his sharp phalanges leaving harsh red marks all over his body.
You were dried, healed(Magic is awesome!) and clothed with a large heavy bear pelt, while John was re-tied and left for the cold air to dry him. Stone prepared a fire while Crooks introduced himself as Wood.
Wood walked you to the other side of the cave where three nests(?) were located, you let out a gasp in horror, four spikes surrounded the nest on the left, each had their own severed head. Bones of all sizes were neatly placed in piles beside the nest, while the nest on the right was messy and unkempt, organs spilled out of the nest, chewed bones laid bare and covered in dirt.
“BROTHER! YOU LAZY BONES, I TOLD YOU TO CLEAN UP YOUR NEST! OUR MATE IS DISPLEASED WITH YOUR LAZINESS! HAVE YOU NO SHAME!?” Wood stomped towards his brother to have a one sided argument.
You on the other hand had seen more than enough! You and John have no NEED to get out of here before you and him become lunch for these ... .hold up. MATE? You just noticed Wood had been calling you that ever since you got here.
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No time to linger on useless thoughts! It’s time to go!....but how? Stone and Wood were blocking the entrance?
Maybe you could distract them? But what could you do to get both of their attention? And could you come up with a plan before they killed you both?...
Think.
THINK!
THINK!!
THINK!!!
THINK!!!!!!
“STONE, WOOD! YOU ANIMALISTIC MORANS! WHY THE HELL WERE THE TWO OF YOU DOING SNEAKING AROUND MY TERRITORY!” A new skeleton stomped into the cave, his voice sounded like nails on a chalkboard as he screeched at the two brothers “WE DIDN’T WANT TOO, STRIKE! BUT OUR DINNER RAN INTO YOUR TERRITORY AND WE WERE TOO HUNGRY TO GO LOOKING FOR NEW PRAY!” Wood argued back as Strike stomped further into the cave, nearly stepping on you. “Watch where yer stepping, strike ya almost hit our mate.” Stone said with a displeased grumble as Strike finally looked at you.
“Oh…” his voice lowered and you swore you saw a hint of red on his cheek bones….you must be seeing things again
“.....WELL THAT'S BESIDES THE POINT! YOU STILL WANDERED INTO MY TERRITORY!”
The three continued the squabble as you took the chance to escape, you ran towards John and quickly untied him, before grabbing a random pelt for him to cover up with “Let's go now.” You whispered as you both carefully stood up and creeped your way towards the entrance of the cave, which had not been blocked off yet.
You could faintly hear the sound of a foot stomping as you both got further from the cave.
It was getting dark…very dark..you both needed to get out of the marsh lands before something finds you both…before THEY find you both.
You and John ran through the jungle hand in hand, unaware of the two eyelights watching you from the thicket.
Bird’s followed you from the sky, circling like vultures, watching…waiting for your inevitable death
You ran by animals and plants both dead and alive as the images of death ran threw your mind, they watched you from the tree’s, their milky white eyes focused on you and you alone, blood dribbled down their pale skin, maggots ate threw their organs and wiggled around in their skin. They pointed towards you, as if sentencing you to death for not saving them sooner. The world felt like it disappeared into nothing, you didn’t see the forest, you didn’t see John, you saw nothing but the fingers pointing towards you, the maggots, the eyes…you saw yourself.
You could see ‘yourself’ pointing at you, ‘your’ jaw was detached from its socket, ‘your’ flesh was maggot infested, ‘your’ blood dripped down from ‘your’ milky white eyes. ‘You’ let out a horrific screech. The world came back again, as you felt John try to stop you from running into a conveniently placed rock.
You hit the f*cking rock.
