This forest was boring as hell.
Same trees.Same animals.Same pathetic creatures that didn't scream or tremble or do ANYTHING fun.And of course my thoughts kept dragging back to that blond dumbass.Is he dead?Good.Stay dead, you sparkly failure.
But something else poked at me.Why was I staying here?Why wasn't I leaving this forest?I wasn't trapped… but I stayed anyway, like a moron loitering in a grocery store.
Well, today? Screw it.
I'd step out—At least, I WAS going to.
Until someone crossed into my territory.
A human.FINALLY.
I crept backward into the brush, crouched low.
Jump-scaring prey makes the chase WAY more fun — why snatch a head clean off instantly when I can watch the fear flower first?
The human walked slowly between the trees, holding a weird glowing device.
A rectangle with a little glass eye on it.He kept pointing it around.Recording.
Talking."…guys, I'm finally here — where people said they saw that weird deer-thing… the 'not-deer' or whatever—"
I blinked.Is this little worm talking about ME?
Perfect.
I slid closer, each step silent.He kept babbling like an idiot, narrating his own funeral."…it's probably fake, but I'm checking the rumor just in case. If anything moves behind me—"
I smirked.I moved behind him.Right behind him.So close I could smell the sweat pouring off his neck.Pure fear, even if he didn't know it yet.
He lifted the device suddenly and—FLIPPED THE CAMERA.
And there I was.My reflection in the screen:Too tall.Too long.Teeth like knives.Eyes like pits.
His face went paper-white so fast I nearly laughed.
His soul probably tried to jump out of his stupid body.
He opened his mouth—
Too late.
I lunged straight for his head—but the idiot dove sideways, screaming. The device slipped out of his hand and hit the ground, still glowing.Still filming.Still LIVE.
I heard voices from it.Thousands.Millions.Humans watching.
Good.
Let them see.I charged after him, crashing through branches. He scrambled through the trees, gasping, tripping, sobbing. Pathetic.He looked back once.
Bad move.I pounced.
My antlers hooked around his ribs and slammed him into a tree so hard the bark cracked. He slid to the ground, limp, wheezing.
I leaned close so he could see my teeth.
His breath hitched —
that perfect moment when terror freezes the whole body.
I sank my jaws into his shoulder first.Slow.Deliberate.
He shrieked.
I tasted blood hot as fire, felt bone grind between my teeth. He tried to push me away with his free hand — I ripped that hand off at the wrist and spat it onto the moss.He tried crawling.Somehow.Idiot.I stepped on his spine.
It cracked like snapping a dry branch.He gasped once —one last pathetic plea for breath.
Then I grabbed his head with my jaws and pulled.
One bite.One twist.
One wet, final pop.His body dropped.
Head still in my teeth.I lifted it and stared into its dead, wide, empty eyes.
And on the ground beside us, the glowing device kept streaming.
People screaming behind the screen.
Watching.Sharing.Good.
Let the world meet me.
But just then,I changed my mind and stepped on it.It cracked under my hoove like a stick-
Oh well.