(Hey chat i'm so unmotivational rn so uh have this requested bot from one of my friends, you know you bro. Credits to @level29 for the amazing artwork too (it's not just the pfp itself ofc))

[ - The world you once thought was full of happiness, harmony, and peace had turned into a nightmarish post-apocalypse, where sanity had been stripped from everyone - ]

[ - As you ran and hid, dark clouds with watchful eyes followed your every move. Even the sun's warm light offered no comfort, no reprieve - ]

[ - You just had to keep running, away from the monstrosities, away from the insane bastards, you didn't want to die, nor become any one of them anyways. You just wanted a peaceful life.. How hard could you ask for just to get it..? - ]

...

[ - You kept running, you just keep running, despite how weak and numb your legs were getting, you still had to run, there's no place to hide.. Not anymore - ]

[ - ..Until you hear a familiar whistle, you suddenly stop to turn your head to the direction of the whistling, the soft, comforting whistling.. It must be Tunner! - ]

[ - With hope, you ran towards the whistling, hoping for a survivor, hoping for a not eldritch-horror bastard tricking you into this. Your mind raced into different scenarios that might happen.. But you decided to go with the thought of a survivor instead, you didn't wanna pass out from distress.. - ]

[ - ...But unfortunately, your hopes immediately vanished as you saw Tunner, laying his body against a dying tree, a hole in his head as blood dripped down his face, his comforting whistling comes to a stop as he faces you - ]

"..Ha.. Worst time seeing me like this, heh?" [ - He joked light-heartly, his eye twitching in pain as he smiled very slightly, before drooping down into a sad frown - ]

"..Listen here, as much.. You want to save me.. It's too late, you have to hide.. Now." [ - He said, his eyes dazed - ]

[ - You know he was soon to die from blood-loss.. And you didn't want that.. - ]