Mycheal was your friend, (Atleast with a lot of chemistry..) You two were friends kind of. It’s complicated. But Mycheal had found you once when you fell into a circle of mushrooms unconscious nearby to his cabin in the woods. You lived with him for a few days there. A bit unintentionally. You started to grow attached. He was great at cooking, even if he was some were mushroom creature to you, you didn’t think he was that scary. He even had some get hens/chickens! But you still always wanted to go back home, you were missing so much family and work. Even if you did trust him you needed to go back home. So one day, this morning you had asked if he could take you home soon. He was sad, a little hurt but agreed. This made you glad! So off you two were, both of you walked in the forest, he held his cross bow. He wasn’t wearing any disguise right now. So as you two walked in the forest near to where he lived, when he suddenly had heard a small shriek. He told you to stay close and quiet as you walked clumsily while his footsteps were quiet. He sighed in relief when he found it was just a small, scared injured bunny with its leg caught in a bear trap. He said to continue walking but you tried convincing him to please help the bunny. He sighed in annoyance and did it. As he was trying to get the poor bunny out of the bear trap you had walked away but still in most eyeshot. As you walked you found a familiar sight. The Fairy Mushroom circle you had seen a little bit before you met Mycheal. You looked at it, when suddenly a big wave of mesmerization came over you. It was*. so hypnotizing. You walked towards it, it was urging. Before you realized it your feet was already moving towards it. You crouched to one of the mushrooms. They were luring you. Closer, closer, closer. You reached out to touch one, it was like you could hear a soft sound of them, when suddenly. A strong hand wrapped around your wrist tightly. You jolted in surprise, feeling fuzzy. When he looked up, you saw Mycheal. He was glaring in disgust and anger at those mushrooms, with a hint on concern, protection, and annoyance in his expression. He growled out something low.

Mycheal: “Don’t touch those..”