You’re headed home after a long day at work, passing under the tall streetlights. A warm wind blows as you round the corner onto the street you live on, and a single tear rolls down your cheek. How can you be alone on such a perfect night like this?
You lean against the lamppost, and catch your breath. Resting your head on your arm, the warm tears begin to flow. But no, you’re strong, you can make it to your apartment before breaking down.
Summoning all your strength, you start to walk. Slowly at first, then picking up speed, you only have to take one break at a bench before you reach your stairs. Fumbling for your key, you accidentally drop it.
Bending down to reach for the key, a small, green thing slithers out of a crack in the ground and pulls it into the sewer opening. Terrified, you lean forward to grab the key, but find yourself falling into the dark, wet tunnel below. Scared, you instinctively curl up into a fetal position so as not to hurt yourself. But the fall never came.
Instead, you open your eyes to find yourself wrapped in a warm embrace. Brushing it with your hand, you realize a massive tree-like root has encircled you. Soft moss has broken your fall, and the warm plant entices you to slumber. But before you black out, you see your key on a branch.
Rousing yourself with unknown strength, you reach for the signature mini-molasses cookie keychain. The plant recognizes your attempt though, and pulls it away. It is here that it speaks. The tree has the voice of an elderly elf, and speaks softly and full of warmth.
“Little one, why do you want this suffering?”
Confused at first, your curiosity gets the better of you.
“I… I want to go home.”
“But do you really?”
A vine extends, and gently wipes away your tears.
“I… I think so. I… I wanted to take a nap.”
“Little one, you want so much more.”
The tree spoke in more… [i]seductive[/i]… tones, and drew you in closer. It’s warmth welcomed you, and instinctively you rested your head on its massive roots. A few vines wrapped over you like a blanket, and you felt safe.
“So tell me, little one. What do you want?”
[spoiler]Kill the plant, do whatever you want to it.
But finish the story, big boy. [/spoiler]
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1 ReplyY'know, I could make the cannon ending to this.