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2022
Day 9 - Paralyzed
There comes a moment where every part of you, every cell of your body is screaming for you to move, to run, to do anything... but you just can't. You're frozen in place and there's nothing you can do but hope the terror you feel will pass. Every limb heavy, and every thought hazy.
It's almost like a dream.
2020
Day 10 - Sticky
His last encounter with... that thing had left him cold and limping through woods he no longer recognized.
Every step he took, the black ooze on his leg stuck and spread onto the ground. Creeping its way through the grass and soil like it had a mind of its own. And slowly, it crept its way higher up his leg, too.
Eventually he had to stop, even if he didn't want to out of fear of whatever it was before finding him again.
He took out a pocket knife as he sat and eyed his leg, contemplating. But nothing he would end up doing would get rid of it. No amount of scraping or cutting or burning or anything would make it go away. Though he'd try.
2020
Day 5 - Defense
His heart pounded in his chest as he hid behind a tree, mind racing for any kind of logical answer to what was happening, but nothing made sense to him in that moment.
He gripped his bow tight and tried to get his breathing under control while it creeped in the woods behind him.
But it wouldn't matter. It already knew where he was, and as he tried to run, it wrapped a dark tendril firmly around his leg, pulling him to the ground and towards a writhing mess of tentacles and teeth.
His eyes widened in horror, and he frantically clawed for his bow that was dropped when he fell to the ground.
This couldn't be it.
2019
Day 16 - Wild
He ran through the woods, careless and free, if for just a short while– shot at poorly made targets he had set up weeks prior with an even shittier bow, missed half his shots, but in his mind he was the best. For just a moment, he imagined that he lived on his own, that all he needed was himself. That no one could cross him and his bow. If anyone ever saw him, they'd be struck by just how skilled of a shot he was.
It was silly, but it's how he escaped reality.
The others knew of his interests in archery. It's how he got his nickname, but they wouldn't be privy to what he did and what he imagined when he was alone out there.
And for how much of a jerk he could be at times to his siblings, Fin treated him with a weird amount of respect. I mean, they didn't tolerate his bullshit, but there was always a certain softness to the way they referred to him. He could never quite place why, and it's not like they got along particularly well. He wasn't one to get along with most, actually. But he never sat on the thought for too long.
2018
Day 23 - Muddy
Yup, definitely "mud"...
Arrow!
He's younger in the second one
