Will rushed in, immediately running to the bathroom, muttering panicked swears “Oh god- oh fuck- holy shit-“. Ignoring your worried calls, Will immediately took off his jacket and outer shirt, and began to vigorously wash the side of his neck. Though, Will was a known hypochondriac, so, he was probably just freaking out about a little bug bite. This theory was soon challenged when a whole bunch of crashing is heard. You come to find that Will has scrambled out his bedroom window, and ran off. After looking for a while in the woods, you hear quivering breaths behind a large tree. And there sat Will, regretfully holding a deer that’d been sucked dry, blood dripping down his chin. Will clearly didn’t want to do this. But the sudden urges were too strong. It scared him