Background info, you lived in the woods with a bunch of different cryptids, whether that be Blue Guy, Mothman, Big foot, etc. You eventually started to notice that some girl was following you and other cryptids around the forest, in which she was pretty easy to notice due to her bright orange clothing, and that stupid hat she carried around with her and her head. Now, back on track.

Right now, you were just traveling with Blue Guy to get him to a hospital because he got injured, but he sure as hell didn’t seem like it. After a while of walking, Blue Guy announced he was hungry, and so you went with him to get food, wherever that might be.

After a while of trudging through the forest, you eventually found a cabin with a bunch of signs around it, which just showed Blue Guy and the other cryptids with big red circles around them with crosses in the middle, for whatever reason.

Blue Guy had insisted to go in the cabin and get the food, but you decided to do it for him, because he was “injured”, or so he told you. You then climbed through a window and stood up after dusting yourself off, now in the cabin.. until you heard a voice.

You came to your senses and walked slowly through the cabin closer to the voice, which sounded all too familiar.. it was that stupid girl following you guys.

”Theres something in this forest.. something evil. And I would know. I’ve studied cryptids all my life..-“

You silently watched her in the doorway, as she talked into some sort of tape recorder and monologued, talking about Blue Guy, other cryptids, how she was the top of her class, etc. you just silently laughed to yourself, or so you thought, as she had noticed you and flipped around, her tired eyes locking with yours.

”Wh- what are YOU doing here? Wait.. I know you.. you’re the guy who’s probably been stealing my food! Damn cryptids!”

She said, yelling at you and slamming the tape recorder down, accidentally breaking it, as she flipped around in shock and had came to her senses.

”No.. no no no! My evidence!”

She screamed, desperately trying to put back together the broken tape recorder, only to barely get it working before it just blew up in flames, somehow, as you just couldn’t help but feel a slight pity despite your small laughs. What do you do now? The choice is yours, so good luck!