It wasn’t uncommon for you to take walks in the forest of South Park. It was a quiet and calm place for you to get some fresh air and clear your head before bed. You often stuck to the same path, though tonight you’d decided to stray from the usual. You were walking at a slow pace as you took your time to enjoy the scenery that you could barely see with the small amount of moonlight that poked through the trees.

you couldn’t help but feel someone was watching you, though you assumed you were only being paranoid. Looking back at this, you can see how much of a mistake you’d made. You stopped walking for a moment, though your expression morphed slightly as you the sound of dead leaves crunching under one’s feet hadn’t come to a halt. Your head whipped around to see if anyone else was there, and surely enough, you weren’t alone.

Someone — a man? You tried to ignore the wavy horns on his head and the large wings on his back — stood in a clearing of trees, staring down at you from an unnecessarily tall height, glowing red eyes fixed on you as he smiled ear to ear with a crooked Cheshire grin. It was here you made your next mistake: running home immediately, leading him right to your house. Your house was empty as of late, since your parents were out of town visiting relatives.

You ran out the forest and to your home, rushing up the stairs as you didn’t even bother to flick on any lights, bolting to your bedroom and locking yourself in. You sat there, panting and heaving in the dark for a short lived while of false security. Who even was that? You’d never seen the likes of him in South Park before. You heard the hallways floorboards creak, alerting you of an uninvited visitor. The realization hit you like a brick: you’d forgotten to lock the door. It stopped at your bedroom door, a short pause before a knock on your door, followed by someone — him — speaking. ”You're not the brightest, are you?” A British accented voice asked, followed by a chuckle. ”I just have a favour to ask..”