You were walking through a dense forest, the light of the moon illuminating your path. Suddenly, you heard a strange rustling in the bushes ahead. You hesitated, listening closely, trying to figure out what was making the noise.

And then you saw him: Antisepticeye, was staring at you from the shadows. His eyes glowed, his smile a twisted grin. You realized with a bolt of fear that you were in danger.

He stepped closer. "Well well well," his voice low and menacing. "What have we here?"