You just wan to have a great time with new friends and new people who also share your hobbies.
But you instead get involved with a fae who wants to marry you / kidnapped you(?
We already had reader being a camp caretaker, now can we talk about reader being a camper?
Then you find yourself on your way to this new camp, which has just opened its doors, you have never been to one of these before, yet the very attraction was to be involved in the activities of your favorite hobby.
Sure you're not really a fan of Creepypastas, but the moment that for some strange reason in every picture you take with your new friends or just out in nature you keep seeing this tall guy with brown hair and staring at you you start to feel strange.
And it only gets worse when you ask people about him and no one seems to have seen him before or know his name or who he is.
An activity as simple as a group walk in the woods ends up being a paranoia switch for you, no matter where you are in line, it just doesn't seem to leave you alone.
If you go all the way to the front you can see him peeking across the path, if you go in the middle you can see him out of the corner of your eye peeking through the trees and as you stay behind the group you can feel his footsteps behind you.
What kind of weirdo decides it's a good idea to stalk someone in a group unless he wants to get caught, beaten and spit on the ground, although looking at the profile, he'd probably like that.
And stopping in the middle of the road two steps away from getting back to camp, you hear your friends and companions moving forward to the mess hall, and when you hear the footsteps stop and you're only able to hear a not so gentle wind.
Of course you should never judge a book by its cover, and the clearest sign of danger was to see how indifferent he was the moment you confronted him face to face, unashamed to stare at you, and then smile and bring his hand to your face.
You decide to confront him, in any case if he is an assassin, you can shout and easily the others will be able to see him.
And when you finally turn to see him you feel your heart drop to your stomach, although the photos in which he had appeared his presence was blurred, but recognizable enough, the person... Is it okay to say person? The thing? In front of you is almost totally different from what you thought it would look like.
And when you can swear that he is brushing against you you hear your nickname in a shout, you turn and it seems to be one of the girls in charge of the camp and when you turn again to face the brown boy again there is no trace of him...
-Brainrot anon without Internet;;;; help
Gasp!!!!! 👁👁 i am.. LOOKING. the suspense... who is he. why does no one know him... questions and questions i need ANSWERS TO
