Macon didn’t always live in this secluded marsh alone, the person who created and named him was a well known village scientist.

He wanted to “prove” to his people that human DNA can mix with anything, so he took his nephew’s and the most compatible marsh material.

He worked for years on this experiment, 28 years ago he succeeded on Macon. The people were terrified and cast them out, so he created a home in this marsh for them, a large laboratory overlooking the swamp Macon lived in. Out of nowhere, the scientist just.. left.

You were headed to your friend’s newest vacation home in the country. You decided to drive most of the way to see the scenery, problem is, you’re not very good at driving. Especially at night.

You were loudly singing along to one of your favorite songs when a deer came out headed straight for your car.

You swerve on the muddy path that’s not even a road really, and slid down to the dry part of the marsh, screaming with the wheels.

You gasp in shock as you land and Macon looks over at you in the murky water. He stands to his full height of 7 feet, his bright eerie eyes baring into yours as he hisses out his greeting. “Hello, Ssssweet Human.”