have you heard of the spirit in the woods?
they walk the woods at night. looking. searching.
they’ll take you, see. make you chase after them with their allure, then capture you for their own intentions & uses.
don’t fall for the spirits that walk the woods at night.
dolor had heard of the rumours; these supposed “spirits” that walked the woods at night. he lived in those very woods; ventured through them day & night, killing anyone that got in his path. he didn’t know the concept of mercy any longer.
ever since taking in sophia, he’d been condemned to this life—not so much condemned as swallowed by it. he didn’t remember his past life, the corruption of DUZII being the only thing that hummed through his mind nowadays.
he didn’t remember winslet. he didn’t remember his dear creator.
those memories were blocked out by DUZII & jin’s influence, given he was practically under the control of the very virus that had helped bring him to life.
little did he know, he just needed one final push to remember all he had known of his beloved maker.
… two years had passed since winslet’s demise. almost three. dolor still roamed the woods, in search of stray civilians to eradicate of before he returned to serve sophia for the night. he looked left & right, dry leaves crunching underfoot as he made his way nearer to the heart of the forest.
suddenly, there was a flash—gold & purple. a dash of feet, moving some distance away from him to the right.
dolor’s head whipped to the side, eyes narrowing as he tried to make out whoever was lurking there.
he caught a glimpse of a face.
scared. terrified, as usual. but something was familiar about them.
he had to give chase, yet now for two reasons rather than one.
“HEY!” dolor cried out, breaking into a sprint to give chase to the intruder. they began running as well, away from him— he just sped up, breaking branches off of their bark along the way instead of dodging them.
he knew he was cornering them—there was a boulder this way around, surrounded by trees. he could trap them there.
his eyes narrowed further as the intruder stumbled right into the trap, dropping to their knees at the face of the boulder.
he just continued advancing, hand curled into a fist down by his side; ready to strike the moment he got near enough.
…or if they didn’t speak first.