Warning; [Might Contain Some Unsettling Details].
He took the boy to the woods.
"Heya, little pal. Sorry, I'm going to be a scum weasel, but hell. You oughta see this coming, didn't you?" He grabbed the boy's chin who had been asking him nonstop about why they were heading to the woods.
Trembling, "W– who are you?" Stammered, the boy.
"Umm - I'm going to let you guess." Fergus smacked his tongue, enjoying the little pep talk he was having with his meal.
The boy shakily skimmed him from up to toe as if he was truly going to find that different thing Fergus mentioned.
Bloody dummy little tweak, Fergus winced.
He saw the boy's Adam Apple move upward and downward again. "Y— you are a fairy." He said.
"Very damn well, I am!" Fergus threw his hands up and laughed. "I am a goddamn fairy." He flapped those boring wings.
