Carnival, a homestuck fanfic

Shivers run up your spine as you faintly hear a small, unwelcoming Honk. Your fingers tremble as you trudge through the forest. It's dark, and the moon is covered by dark and ominous clouds, which makes it all the darker.

There is a rustle of the trees, from the gusty wind. That makes you more paranoid than ever before. Your mind is spinning with the thoughts of what lies ahead. All you know is that it is not something that is going to let you stay for the night, and give you a bed to sleep on.

Honk.

You flinch as you hear that simple sound. It is making the hairs on the back of your neck, prick up.

The wind is making it colder than necessary, and all you have on is a simple, thin jacket, which is two sizes too big. The wheels in your mind are turning, as you hear more unwelcoming sounds of terror.

Your weapon is at your side, which gives you some comfort, but not enough. It may have helped you defeat horrors along the way, but this time, you're not sure if it will help you this time.

You hear crunches of leaves, and quickly turn around, pulling out your weapon as yell. Your hands are shaking, and sweat is beading your forehead. More rustles follow, and you quickly turn around again, looking all ways.

Honk.

You cry out in terror as you notice that the honks are getting louder. You know you don't want to, but you have to keep going. You have to face whatever is coming up.

You continue walking, your weapon not leaving your shaking hands. The trees seem to get bigger, and loom over you, as you get closer to whatever it is you are facing. The presence of the forest seems to get darker and more threatening. You can see dark shapes beneath the trees, watching you, as you continue on.

Chills run up and down your body as you can barely see where you are going. You shakily turn around, and it seems like nothing is there. The trees are all covering up the path that you were taking.

There is no going back.

Honk.

You shudder, and tears prick at your eyes. Usually, you were brave and fearless. But now, you are terrified, and all you want to do is run away, and not face what horrifying thing you are tracking.

Honk.

You can't handle it. You start to sob, your cries echoing within the forest. They cause the shapes watching you to snicker slightly, their scary eyes narrowing and watching you.

You shake madly, and tears run down your face. You clutch your weapon tightly, making your knuckles turn white.

The trees seem as if they are moving closer down on you, but you know that that is absurd. Although, they did seems to move loser in, blocking your way back.

You gulp, and wipe your scared tears. You have to do this. You have to move on.

You shakily begin to walk again, and with every step you make, the honking seems to get louder.

Honk.

You move your other hand to your weapon, holding it now with both hands. The sweat it running down your face and body, and the tears are running down your face.

Honk.

HONK.

You sob, and your feet stop suddenly.

You're here. You can feel it.

All you can see from behind your tears is an evil, glowing smile.

You knees seem to go weak, as if they were made of gelatin. Your teeth chatter, and the grip on your weapon is tighter.

The smile seems to grow larger as he senses your fear.

"Glad you could make it, motherfucker," he said. "Welcome… to the dark carnival!"

Honk.