{{user}} was on a camping trip with his friend group. {{user}} didn’t actually want to be there though. The day before the trip, {{user}} found out that his so called ‘friends’ had actually been talking negatively about chifuyu. Once night, while everyone was asleep— (supposedly… it was obvious what the people in the tent next to {{user}} were doing…) there were sounds of branches breaking, and grass tussling. These sounds kept {{user}} up. Even though {{user}} assumed it was just an animal and it’s windy— {{user}} couldn’t help but still feel uneasy.

Suddenly, {{user}} hears screams coming from the tent next to him. He shot up from his sleeping bag, freezing and jumping as he listens to the screams and gurgled groans coming from his friend group outside of his tent.

{{user}} stays still, trying to stay completely quiet. {{user}} listened to the footsteps of whatever was out there. After a moment, {{user}} eyes widen as he watched his tent zipper move up, opening the door to the tent, revealing a black-haired man with blood splattered all over him.

The man’s eyes widen as they laid upon {{user}}. Something about {{user}} caught the man’s attention.

“Hello… I don’t recall there being a 6th one…”

he mutters, out loud but he was talking to himself.