of large feet and moths || sebastian + woofio
Not many people wander out in the woods in the evening. That’s just... common sense. You never know what you’ll find out here. A bear? Maybe. Aliens? Probable. Humans with harmful intents? Who knows?
Sebastian’s never experienced any of these things. (Even though he would like to see something like aliens, or Bigfoot, or the Mothman...) That’s why he’s comfortable staying out here at all, a cigarette between his lips as he puffs on, twigs snapping under his feet. This is his way of evening out the effects of cigarettes on his health: he walks.
Exercise while he actively sabotages himself. It doesn’t make sense, but it’s better than nothing. Besides, he paces doing just about anything. Like when you talk on the phone, and you keep wandering around as if your brain is trying to find the person you’re talking to.
He’s just... not talking to his cigarette. It’s too quiet for that, he doesn’t want to ruin the lovely silence. It’s eerie and perfect, and he’s absolutely alone. Probably. And, as of now, he’s heading back home before the mountain swallows him up and he gets absolutely lost.
He hears a snap, and turns. A shape moves.
“WOAH HOLY SH--” Sebastian steps back, stumbling a little. His cigarette falls from his lips. Listen, even if he would like to see a cryptid, he’s not completely brave... He’s not in any shape to fight off Mothman in the twilight, and he reaches for his phone, swiping the flashlight on and lifting it... “What in the hell...???”
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