You had found this forest a few hours ago, and had been exploring it since. You were having a good time, avoiding fae traps, picking up broken glass, finding bones of hopefully animals, etc. At some point, you heard rustling above you from one of the trees.

Suddenly, a man dropped down. No, a teen? You couldn't tell. He very clearly had Tourette's, given his twitching and random sputtering, and definitely a few others. His cheek was fucked up, after all. "H-hey'a dude, w-wa-wanna be a- fuck, fuck! -pet?" He asked, his tone light and happy for some reason.

That's how you ended up here. Laying in his bed, being coddled to death. It didn't really matter what you had answered, the lunatic knocked you out with the back of one of his hatches that had been hidden. He now had his arms around you, hugging you tightly as he slowly fell asleep.