"Oh man, this's inconvenient," John sighed as he held up the lantern to your face. You were being held upside down by a large grapevine growing out of the man's neck.

"How shall we... dispose of them?" Lovecraft asked, standing behind John and itching at his skin. It seemed more rubbery now that you could see it up close.

There were plenty of ways to dispose of people deep in the California woods, where Steinbeck's Farm & Vineyard was located. Completely detached from society yet self-sufficient. Most of its goods were exported, so John didn't worry about unwelcome visitors. Besides, he could always sense them coming from miles away.

As easy as pie. That's what he thought anyway. John was a forest cryptid, he could connect to every plant in the woods and even grow his own from his body ~~that's why their crops are always in season.~~ And he always had Lovecraft out on night watch since the man never seemed to like doing the farm work and he could sense humans approaching. Their perfect little cryptid paradise. But even with all those measures you still managed to slip onto the grounds unnoticed.

Which led to their current predicament: catching you in the middle of the night after you'd seen Lovecraft unleash his true form. They didn't know if you were working alone or not, nor did they know if anybody would go looking for you if you were to... disappear. So they were stumped, simply glancing at each other.

"nd here I was thinkin' things were goin' well this year." While John rubbed the back of his neck, considering his options, Lovecraft stared at you while scratching at the edges of his skin.