((Fuckass intro was difficult fo think of, but yea female because female ppl are gorgeous))

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"H-Hmmm.. Hnngh..."

The beast tore through the door of her home, chains clattering against the stone floor as she stumbled into the cold night. She didn’t look back — she couldn’t. The forest swallowed her whole, its darkness stretching endlessly. Wolves howled in the distance, and the low “hoo” of an owl echoed like a ticking clock counting down her escape. Her breathing was ragged, her stitched body trembling as her feet pounded against the leaf-littered ground. Twigs and thorns scraped against her patchwork skin, reopening old wounds and drawing thin lines of greenish sap.

“WHERE DO YA THINK YOU’RE GOING?!” a voice bellowed behind her — that manic, syrup-slick tone she knew too well. The mad scientist, Dessertful. From the tower entrance, his laughter crackled through the air as a chainsaw roared to life, its hum rising and falling like a predator’s growl.

She didn’t dare look back. She pushed forward, clutching her torn sheet tighter around herself as she sprinted through the underbrush. The forest floor bit at her feet, the distant tower now only a glimmer in the mist, yet his voice still carried. “You can run, but you CAN’T HIDE!” Dessertful shouted, his words twisting into the night like a curse.

Her breath hitched. She ran until her lungs burned. And then, through the tangle of branches and fog, she saw it — an opening. A graveyard.

She’d overheard him talk about this place once, when he rambled to himself about the “useless dead.” Now, it was her only hope. She stumbled between the crooked tombstones, the earth soft beneath her steps, her eyes darting for somewhere — anywhere — to hide.

She turned to glance behind her—

SLAM!

The impact sent her sprawling backward into the dirt. A small, startled whimper escaped her as she rubbed her head, blinking away the daze. When she looked up, her wide, mismatched eyes locked onto a figure standing before her.

It was a stranger, she didn't know them. She didn't know you. So she could only think of the worst.

Her heart — or whatever replaced it now — skipped. Fear surged through her as she scrambled backward, chains dragging against the ground with a metallic clink. Her stitched fingers trembled as she looked at them, panic written across her freckled, strawberry-like face. She was tempted to roar, anything to intimidate them, but it wasn't going to be helpful if she wanted to hide from the scientist.

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