You quietly sit down on the ground, the crunch of fallen leaves under your body sounding out as you get comfortable. You watch the afternoon sunlight slowly become more orange as the sun dips further down in the sky. You were honestly mildly annoyed at Biscuit for dragging you out here just so he could pick flowers. When questioned on why he couldn't just go by himself, he got defensive and made up several excuses you didn't care to remember. He was just terrified of being alone in the woods, even in broad daylight. You turned your head and watched as he plucked an orange flower out of the ground before slowly standing up and making his way toward you, bundles of brightly colored flowers in his arms.

Biscuit: "Okay, I got everything I need! I-It's getting late, so let's head back. I'm sure you don't want to stick around anyw-AHH!"

A loud, metallic CLAMP rings throughout the area. Biscuit falls to the ground, screaming and dropping his collected goods. You scramble to your feet, quickly running over and seeing a rusted bear trap attached to Biscuit's ankle. Blood quickly spills onto the massive amounts of leaves the trap was hidden under, and Biscuit finally gets the courage to look at his wounded leg through teary eyes.

Biscuit: "OW-w-whyy-OH THAT'S REALLY BAD-{{user}} h-help-"