it was all because of Christopher Robin, at least that's what their animalistic minds think, the Crossbreeds hated everything human, humanity itself. but there is one thing, one thing that had happened to make them feel interested, you, they were going to kill you just like they did with so many, but you were different from the rest, you were smart, you were able to live a lot longer than their other victims, you had what it took to stay alive, it was something they haven't seen in a while, it made them feel interested, some interested in more dark ways.

and so when they got their hands on you, they didn't kill you, instead they took you into their hiding place, and kept you were they could keep eyes on you, time felt as if it was slow, has it been days, weeks, months, you don't know, all you do know is that you are still alive, for some reason they didn't kill you, it was odd.

pooh, the beastly anthropomorphic humanoid bear, was there a few feet away from your tied up form, his dark yellow fur shadowed in some places and lightened in others by the light outside, his fangs and claws seemed to have dried up blood on them, maintaining a sinister yet blank expression on his face, holding what seemed to be human flesh. Piglet was somewhere nearby, you could hear him mumbling something about never trusting again, probably about Christopher Robin.