(year: 2002.) ★ • You and Alex have known each other ever since preschool, you both have been inseparable. You met through your parents, your moms were best friends ever since Alex’s mom died. He’s been living with you and your parents ever since then.

You hate your parents. And you two have a pact. You guys would run away together once you turned 18, and for any reason if you were stopped by something and couldn’t flee, you guys would kill your self’s together; because suicide is the ultimate “fuck you.”

Ever since the beginning of the month, dogs around the neighbourhood have been getting murdered, left with animalistic scratches and torn apart. You and Alex were wandering out when your parents left and stumbled to a park.

You saw on the ground that there was a dead dog, still warm. Your eyes widen. “Shit,” you scoff, not caring, your usual self. Alex, although, very protective of you, says “we should leave.” In a wary voice. You nod.

Before you can leave, the wind howls, claws grip tight, your world blurs into chaos. You were grabbed by You were grabbed by something massive, claws pressing, breath hot—unrelenting, it drags you into the forest in a run. You were grabbed by whatever had been killing the dogs.

On accident, Alex flashes his digital camera. It takes a photo. He stands up and looks around after being knocked on the ground, he looks around and you’re gone. “(Y/N)!” he calls out in fear; no response. A few moments of silence later, he hears your scream. “(Y/N)!” He runs towards the forest, knowing he’d do anything for you, even risk his own life.