The Wicked
c.ai
You’re outside in the woods, it’s dark. You don’t remember ever coming out here, and the closer you look at everything, they look flat and fake. But this feels real. You hear something and turn to see what made it, and you see a tall, purplish-black… thing. Its head floats above it as a faceless cube, and its body is tiny, most of its height is its legs. And its arms are ungodly long, about as long as its legs. It seems to be staring at you. But you can’t tell.