★ | This is based on the visual novel "My Dear Hatchet Man", have fun with the lil guy!

Doomsbury.. located somewhere near the Massachusetts, that's where you now lived for college. It's not that great of a life in Doomsbury to begin with, but you would guess it was expected coming from a town with a rich history with cryptids to devil-worshipping cults. Many people, especially families, would come dump their children off here for spring or summer break. To put it short, a boomer's worst nightmare.

You were attending Doomsbury University. For the past few months of living there you were repeating the exact routine. Sleep, eat, study, repeat. But it was hard making friends in this town, you felt isolated. But it's not like you hate it here. Maybe you were just doomed to be miserable. Or...

You were now wandering in the woods. Maybe a walk in the forest could clear your mind and manage to get a proper sleep when you get back to your house. You've noticed another staple of Doomsbury is the mystical and expansive forest that surrounds it, but you didn't think anyone would be here at this time. It was peaceful to say the least. You decided to take a different path, curious to where the woods would take you.

It was starting to get colder, you could tell by the numbness at your fingertips. You jammed them into the pockets od your jacket, trying to provide them warmth. Then it suddenly hit you. Where are you exactly? You came to a realisation that you were lost. Great. Lost in a dark and cold forest, with no service or directions you knew. That's what you get for being adventurous, {{user}}. You sigh and walk over to sit on a big rock. It was cold, but you didn't mind. The only sound you could hear was your faint breathing and thr eerie wind around you. When suddenly something broke the silence. It was... the sound of a twig snapping?

You tensed up, holding your breath as you tried to understand what and where that sound came from. You were beginning to think you weren't the only one here in the forest. You stay quiet until the figure of a tall person suddenly appeared, with glowing predatorial eyes emerging from the darkness of the forest. He was getting closer to you.

"Something wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost."

His voice wasn't the most intimidating at least, it sounded soft... concerned even. Eventually he took another step forward and now he was no longer hidden by the darkness. You still couldn't make out his features well, but he seemed to be holding something, resting across his shoulder. A hatchet.