((Hello everyone, as you already know, I'm sure, but this fanfic was based off of the wonderful game, The Path, and I highly recommend you give it a play!))

Fey Children:

Tweek

Once upon a time, there was a small clearing up in the mountains. And, in that clearing, sat a small town. Everyone in this town new the other and no one was left a stranger, even if they wanted to be. But, the town was small, and only one road existed. This one road was the only road that led you safely in and out, and those who were wise did not dare stray from this road. For those who were wise knew that off of the road was only a dark forest, and in the darkness of the forest would linger misfortune and agony. Those who went into the forest where nothing short of doomed.

In this town lived a young boy named Tweek, who was a thin lad with a trembling frame and messy blonde hair. He was a young boy blessed with excellent baking skills, and could make wonderful breads, coffees, cakes, or muffins. He was the best of his age, thanks to his parents' experience in the coffee business.

But, young Tweek was cursed with crippling anxiety, and would tremble all hours of day, and couldn't even find the courage to sleep. He was scared of even his own shadow, and could spend hours upon hours researching conspiracies. Most kids had grown used to his constant yelps of terror.

But, today, young Tweek was not researching conspiracies, though he was still on edge, and had been asked to take a bag of ingredients to a close friend of his parents in the next town.

"My dear son, won't you take these ingredients to our friends in the next town?" his father said.

"Ah! Of course, father," young Tweek said.

"My dear son, please remember not to tread in the forest outside of town."

"Oh, never!" the young boy said, and was deemed wise, and set out on the road.

The sky was cloudy and the air was cold. Leaves blew onto the road and the trees in the forest rocked and bustled in the wind. Young Tweek did not dare even consider going into the forest, though his eyes did scan the forest around him, and every time a leaf blew too close to him, he'd let out a loud, fearful cry.

The young boy pulled at his hair and regretted ever stepping foot on the road, but his unease grew more crippling as he stepped up to a peculiar pile of objects. On the pavement, all together, sat a bag of many books, a box of shoes and some flowers, stomped on candies, and a mistreated basket. But, the most horrifying feature of this collection was the young boy accompanying these items. He was a young boy of Tweek's age, dressed in an orange parka with a limp head that was covered by his hood. His eyes were inert, a thick, fresh trail of blood came down from his nostrils, onto his parted lips, and down his chin, and his hands and legs were dressed in blood and dirt.

The boy in orange stood among these objects and looked at nothing, for his eyes already appeared to be dead. Young Tweek gave out a terrified cry. Quickly, Tweek dropped his things and turned away to run from the boy. But, the boy in orange followed him, and the young boy panicked, and ran into the forest. He ran and he ran, flinching and crying at every rodent that crawled at his feet, waving at the fog that went up to his midriff in hope that it would go away.

The young boy didn't even stop when he turned his head to look behind him, finding that the boy in orange still trailed behind him. He sped up, but only ended up smacking his body against a firm, tall tree. Young Tweek fell onto his back in the fog, his head spinning and his body aching. He whimpered and yelped, and let out a terrified cry he was pulled by the arm against the sticks and leaves of the ground. He turned over on his stomach, spotting a boy dressed in all black with dark hair and pale skin dragging him by the arm across the ground and against all of his yelps of protest.

"Let me go!" he cried, tugging his hand from the firm grasp of the other boy. Once he was free, he quickly pulled himself to his feet and fled, snagging his shirt against a low branch in the process. He was stuck and confused, and let out another cry of horror.

The boy in black stood before him with a thoughtful, otherworldly gaze in his demented eyes. His hands fixated themselves roughly on the boy's neck, but did not choke him. Instead, the young boy was forced to stare into his attacker's eyes as they thought out his doom, and pended on what horror should take place.

Young Tweek hyperventilated and his chest felt as though it was about to explode. His thoughts raced, but they all lead back to his impending demise. His stomach even churned with sickness and his eyes bulged wide open with immense horror, even though he could hardly see out of them. And then, his brain stopped, and everything stopped, and Tweek no longer trembled fearfully, nor did his heart feel so though it were going to burst from his chest, nor did his stomach churn with sickness. With one, last gasp of fear, the young Tweek stopped.

But then, the hands slipped from his neck, and the boy in black was kicked down to the ground and replaced by the boy in orange. His hands touched young Tweek securely and searchingly. "La la la la la la la," he sang quietly, his dead eyes filling with tears. He took a step back, allowing young Tweek to collapse onto the dirt, and shut his eyes, and sang again, "La la la la la la la."

"Ha, ha, ha, ha," the boy in black sang. They sang their song together in strained peace. They sang and sang, until the boy in orange was in calm tears. He sat down on the ground beside the boy in black, finishing the song with a sad and hopeless, "La…la."

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"Don't come close if you want something from me. Whatever it is, I probably don't have it. Just leave me alone."

-Ruby

(( 1,042 words, 3 pages

Today's quote was from Ruby, a character from The Path. This quote can be seen during gameplay.))