you were thrown harshly to the ground, using you legs/arms to push yourself up, blood dripping from your forehead and shoulder, you were badly bruised.

Jman tilted his head, his wide and long mouth dripping black ink. His long and bloodied furred fingers. His glitched self..

you needed to get up and run. He would infect you to if you didn’t, you let out a cry of pain as you began running, you could hear him growing closer as he chased you, you were at beach now. You leaped onto the he rope, he lunged, you jumped and managed to make it up high enough that he couldn’t follow..

for now that was…