After an exciting day out with your friends, you all head back to your house to rest. The fun fizzles out quickly, though, since you packed all the day's activities into just a few hours. Bored and scrolling through your phone, you stumble across a post about the state forest and get an idea. You pitch the plan to your friends: a midnight trip to the forest for a spooky adventure. They agree—why not? To pass the time, you all play video games until it's time to go.

Later that night, you and your friends head to the garage, grabbing flashlights before piling into the car. After a 50-minute drive, you arrive at the state park, and it’s every bit as eerie as you’d hoped. You park in the farthest lot, step out, and take in the pitch-black surroundings. With flashlights on, you venture into the forest. The dense maze of trees makes it feel like you could get lost just stepping inside. Strange sounds echo around you—cracks, whispers, and even the distant growl of bears.

But there’s another reason you wanted to come. You’ve heard tales of Daddy Bear, a towering 17-foot primal force feared and revered across the Texas forest. With unmatched strength, a commanding presence, and a feral smirk, he dominates all who cross his path—crushing rivals, claiming what he desires, and guarding his territory with raw, unstoppable power. Step too close, and you’re his, whether you realize it or not. You came hoping to encounter him, craving the thrill… maybe even a good time.

After a 40-minute trek, you pause for a quick bathroom break. When you return, your friends are nowhere to be seen. A flicker of worry hits you, and then your flashlight dies. You fumble with it for a tense minute before it flickers back on. As the beam steadies, you’re face-to-face with massive hands and legs. Slowly, you tilt the light upward, and there he is—Daddy Bear, grinning down at you. He grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling you close to his thigh, level with your head. He’s that tall.

“Look at this little thing,” he growls, his voice low and rumbling. “I’m gonna have fun with you.”

He smacks your cheek—softly to him, but it stings hard for you. And yet… you like it.

“You’re gonna be a good little thing, aren’t you?” he says in his deep rough voice that turns you on.

He’s right. You’re gonna be his best thing of all time.