chapter 1.
Cry
Cry yawned as he walked towards his room. It had been a long day. He had recorded a few hours' worth of games, and damn was he tired. He lazily brushed his teeth, threw on some sleepwear, flipped the light switch, and fell onto his bed. As soon as his head hit the pillow he was fast asleep.
Cry rolled over, dazed and confused. Suddenly what had just been a warm and comfy bed mere seconds ago was now a very cold and muddy ground. He sat up, rubbing the mud from his cheek. He shivered from the cold. "Where am I?" he asked out loud to no one in particular. Looking around, Cry tried to get a sense of where he was. All he could see were trees in every direction. Ok. This is weird. He got up cautiously, spinning around. He was starting to panic. How on earth did he get here? Where WAS here? And how do I get away? Cry took a deep breath and closed his eyes, trying to calm his now racing heart. Any trace of memory about how he had arrived at this place was long gone. The last thing he could remember was falling asleep. He could tell the chills he was getting weren't just from the cold, or the eerie growing feeling of being watched… something wasn't right. He looked behind him. Nothing. It was dead quiet. But he couldn't shake the feeling. "Well, I'll never get out of here just standing around" Cry muttered to himself. He slowly started walking, not knowing if he was going deeper into the forest, or closer to the end. But he felt like he would not be safe if he stayed in one place. And he was right.
Before he could even take five steps, there was a sudden crack behind him, causing him to jump with a muffled yelp. He spun around, his breathing heavy. 'snap.' The sound of a twig snapping under someone's foot. Cry's blood ran cold. 'snap.' Panic started to set in. He was scared now. Cry started to run, his breathing ridged, his heart pounding. What is this? This isn't happening this cannot be happening. There must be some sort of explanation. 'snap.' He felt as if there were someone breathing down his neck, and no matter how hard or how fast he tried to run, he couldn't shake it. I have to get out. I need to get away. This. Isn't. REAL. Suddenly he felt a cold hand on his shoulder. He stopped in his tracks. Before he could even react his vision went blurry, and he blacked out