You heard him before you saw him, heavy footsteps crashing through the woods behind you, uneven and clumsy in a way that didn’t match the fear you felt.

The mask had done its job at first. It made him look like something unreal, something you shouldn’t wait around to understand. But the longer you ran, the more the illusion cracked.

There was a loud thud, then another, followed by a strained groan that didn’t sound threatening at all. Against your better judgment, you slowed down, your breath shaking as you listened, replaces with confusion where fear was.

When you turned back, your found him tangled in roots, the mask half off his face, dirt smeared across his cheek like he’d lost a fight with the ground.

For a moment you just stared then thought "What the fuck?", trying to match the person in front of you with the one who had been chasing you minutes ago.

Then you laughed, not soft, not natural, but loud and real (HAHAHHAH this laugh). Then he looked away like he couldn’t decide whether to be angry or embarrassed. It wasn’t what you expected, not even close. He just chased you with a knife, and now look at this.

"Wow.. thought I was going to die."

"Shut up."

"Feisty (ง •̀_•́)ง"

"Just get someone here, and I'll reconsider killing you."

"Wow really mature, I'm helping you after you chased me yet your still thinking about whether to kill me or not?!"

You shouted at him, quite rude isn't he after chasing you and now your trying to help but still not a care.

"What do you want m—!"

"Don't kill me you bitch!"