Rocket held onto your hand tightly. He didn't want you to leave him, not yet. Anytime you were with him, it felt like you were in a horror movie.

Rocket had somehow convinced you to go into the woods with him, during the night. You knew he didn't have the greatest and safest mindset, but he didn't really accept rejection in the best way.

The sounds of creepy coyotes yipping filled the dark air. Rockets flashlight had a yellowed tint, that made it creepier. You didn't know if he wanted to find something, or make sure no one could find your body.