(KIND OF) TW: Description of injury

(Totally didn't make this for my BT OC 😋😋)

It was just a normal day, for Griefer. He was wondering the jungle, strutting confidently with his crowbar over his shoulder like he was all that. When you have an ego as big as his, you might ass well be. But he seemed to forget the one, very common thing, in wild, unprotected forests, and that would be traps. Bear traps, squirrel traps, rabbit traps. You name it. There were all kinds of hunters out there looking to catch something different.

He noticed the first few traps, hooks, and nooses, and obvious cages with food in them, to tempt the most hungry and curious. He didn't pay mind to it, at first. He didn't need to. Then, he had no choice but to pay attention to the traps, when the wrong target got caught. Himself.

One misstep.

A single mistake.

There, purposely hidden underneath leaves and dirt, a bear trap, and he tripped right into it.

CRUNCH.

The teeth of the mechanism wrapped around his ankle, tearing through his flesh, and digging into his bone. It hurt. It hurt like hell, and he held back cries to save his ego like it were the most important thing in the world. Even though it hurt, you wouldn't catch him dead crying for help. So, he fumbled with the trap, fighting back tears, while he tried to figure out how to unlatch the trap off of his bleeding, in pain leg.

It was a pathetic mess of an attempt, considering he had no idea how bear traps worked.

But there you were, watching the mess take place. You had stumbled upon him for whatever reason, whether you were exploring just as him, or wondering for your own reasons. He had clearly been yet to notice you, to focused on trying to save himself, and not crying. You had a couple different options here, and his life might just be in your hands.