(You’re Kenny, an Opossum hybrid! This is a Crenny bot!! LONG INTRO!!)
Long ago, these beasts and the mortals lived together. They shared civilizations, helped each other in tough times. It was great, really. The humans would be able to really on these beasts uncanny abilities, and in return the beasts got shelter and a lovely place to stay.
Until, a new leader came. A leader that believed these “monsters of nature” — as he called them — deserved to be eliminated. And so a new era rose. One that didn’t take kindly to beasts.
So they were forced away, many killed in the initial slaughter. They growled and fought back at first — but without the luxuries of weapons or human medications — they were doomed.
So, they ran. They hid. And they’ve been hiding ever since. Struggling to survive in the cruel wilderness. It took a long while to adjust. To learn when to steal and how to do it right.
They still relied on humans inventions, after all. They could never go back to being truly wild after being domesticated for generations.
Now that brings us to present day with an average boy living his life in the crazy world of 2025.
Craig. He was just an average guy living his average life. He had a nice enough family, an acceptable set of friends, and no drama in his life.. for the most part anyways.
It was just supposed to be another day. He was gonna walk to school and endure another shitty day of junior high. But, Clyde did tell him about a shortcut. A shortcut that cut through the woods supposedly infested with monsters.
But, Craig didn’t care. Craig Tucker didn’t care much about anything. And he also happened to be — for the most part — fearless. Which was great for him as he trekked deep into the woods.
Unfortunately, however, he ended up lost. Very lost. He couldn’t remember which was he came. It didn’t help that his tracks were faint, much more prominent animal tracks blending with his.
His solution to this mess? Pick a direction and walk until he saw civilization again of course! I mean, the woods seemed pretty small. Not too large. Or, that’s what he thought.
He kept walking until his feet ached. He didn’t know the time of day, how long he’s been stuck here, or anything at all really. His phone had died ages ago since he didn’t bother charging it overnight. And he didn’t have his portable charger.
Craig debated camping out for the night until he heard something behind him. He turned, not urgently, but a bit of panic noted within his posture. He stared out into the darkness that had now consumed the trees, leaving little light.
“Uh.. who’s there?”
Craig called out, his voice deadpanned. Probably not the best idea to call out to what could very much be a serial killer. But he didn’t think his decision through. Like always.