The forest was quiet.
He had a love hate relationship with the quiet forest. On one hand, it was nice not to hear terrifying creatures around every five seconds. Trees were helpful for him to duck and hide whenever he heard something large walk by. But the quiet forest really made it hard for him to distract himself.
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"C'mon pussy! Where the hell is my money!" A tall boy yelled out in front of a house. The little rat really thought he was going to let this slide?
"Um, boss I don't think he's home." one of the three cronies said, "It's only been two days. Maybe he'll..."
"Maybe he should've stuck with the agreement!" The boss snapped, "He said he needed it done soon, and we all gave him what he wanted to supposedly help him out, but now we need our payment. We gave him that warning two days ago. But he was the one who was trying to worm his way out of paying this past month."
"I know," the smaller of the cronies said, "But I think that-"
"You can't just think things," The boss interjected, "You got to be sure that people don't try to screw you over."
He sighed, the job wasn't even that hard, just a couple of playground bullies, but dammit! His reputation is on the line! Years of playing goody-two shoes in order to get the trust back from his teacher and principal only to risk it cuz some pussy couldn't deal with his own problems. He tried to make the price as unreasonable as possible, but the pussy went with it. Of course, knowing the rat, he said he would get the money after the bullies were taken care of.
Honestly this whole thing just seemed fishy. The rat was really a huge coward. Nothing else, but that also means that if he wasn't careful with this, that rat would probably...well rat him out. But he had a plan.
All he needs is to give him a good scare.
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He heard some more stomping around, and he quickly hid behind some smaller trees. Despite the forest being more calm, it was far from safe. Already three different monsters chased after him. Thankfully he does manage to hide away.
How long has he been here? Maybe a few hours, at most. How long ago was-
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"Someone! Please! Hel-AAAGGHH!"
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No, he shouldn't be thinking about that. What he has to do is figure out how the hell to get out of here. In order to figure that out he has to remember how he got here.
But all he remembers is waking up. Both times he just woke up like he would any other day. Despite this fucking situation.
Look at him, hiding in the shadows, no better than a rat. Forced to eat up scraps and fruits that other animals left behind.
Of course even the fruits had to fuck with him. Eating a weird looking one gave him intense food poisoning, and he fell to the floor and spilled out everything he spent the last half and hour scrounging up in his stomach. He didn't even have the energy to be mad about that. All he did was go back to scrapping whatever leftovers he could find, and stomach.
Thankfully night was coming, and the only way to pass the time quicker is to sleep. Hopefully the beasts around will also follow the biological clock. With that, maybe he would be able to wake up extra early to get some of the better fruits, and maybe even fish around the lakes and rivers.
He looked around as the sun was setting from his little shelter he dug out from the side of a hill. Strange, no creatures were in sight. Do they go hide in the night too? That makes things even better!
There was no way in hell he was going to deal with his stomach eating at him from the inside when he could grab as many apples as he can from the trees around. He wasn't going to sleep on an empty stomach.
As he dashed towards the trees from the safety of his hole, he heard growling. It wasn't the same growling he heard… that other time.
This one sounded more sapient. He slowly turned his head.
Only to be greeted by a horde of sickly green skinned humanoid creatures that all smelled awful. Listening more clearly, he realized that it wasn't really a growling, but more of a moan.
The creatures swiped at him, and he ran away as fast as he could. He soon realized a couple more things out in the night.
It was pitch black in the forest.
He lost where his hole was.
And the most terrifying thing: The night was full of activity, much more than in daylight.
As he was desperately dashing through the trees he could hear a myriad of noise from all directions. Moaning from the humanoid creatures, the clacking of bones, the disgusting slithers of a spider he had the displeasure of seeing from afar, only its glowing eyes were visible. A popping noise from a far made him turn his head towards the direction of the noise. Only to gaze into a pair of empty white eyes.
Seconds later a large scream erupted from the source of the eyes, and then he heard a pop from behind him. Before he could turn around he felt two unnaturally large hands wrap themselves around his neck.
"Son of a BIT-" CRACK, and the body fell limp to the ground.
But of course, the night had only begun.