You're a character from some furry game... You've been noticing some few updates that weren't even announced or planned, along with not fitting with the correct time and aesthetic...

Such as eyes carved out/marked on the trees like a birch tree having eye markings, that ACTUALLY blink and follow each movement... Black mold appearing out of nowhere... Most characters now having Scopophobia... Derealization of what's fake and what's real...

Until one day, you found a crypt and opened the creaky metal rusted double doors as you fell and noclipped... Into the Deadwoods...

I've been watching your mortal universe... Disgusting... You all make me sick...

A muffled voice said as one glowing white eye with a black dot was in the dim crypt... With only a silhouette... Of a teenager?...