I hear a sudden movement in the woods. I feel eyes on me. Whatever is watching me, is like a hawk. I look outside my tent to find this mysterious creature, but I have no luck. I see a tunnel that makes me reach for it with no hesitation. I see two glowing red eyes that are just staring, not moving a muscle. As I get closer, the eyes begin to back away as if they were leading me to something.
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I follow, not noticing the rest of the eyes behind me that had been camouflaged in the darkness. Before I catch up to the red eyes, I faint. When I wake up, I feel myself on a bed and stuck, I can hardly see or talk, I can just mumble my words into a jumble of sounds. The eyes back away and I see one big figure. The figure is tall but skinny, with no shadow, just a figure. I try to wiggle out of the bed but I have no luck. I see the figure just standing there, doesn’t say anything, just stands in silence.
I can hear him starting to speak, but he just mumbles. I asked him what he had said but he just kept on going, he never stopped. I felt dizzy from when I had fainted but I’m still able to stay awake. I close my eyes and dream about going back to my tent like nothing had happened, but even in my dream, I feel someone watching me. I finally, faintly, heard the figure and what he was trying to tell me.
“Come with me..”
This figure doesn’t seem to want to hurt me. He seems kind and thoughtful. I wanted to ask him where we were going but all I heard was,“..1031”.
He looked at me and called me 1031 but that’s not my name, wait what’s my name..? I don’t know what my name is since I lost some memory in my brain from when I fainted. What had he been talking about when he called me 1031? As I was thinking about it, he rolled my bed to this big giant room full of eyes. They were just staring at me. I looked up at the figure, not wondering about the yes anymore but wondering if he was a good guy or a bad guy.
“Uhm..are you nice or what?”
“I am a nice and kind soul.”
“Ok but what about these eyes?”
“They are my souls. I need them very much, just as much as I need you.”
What does he need me for? Am I going to be his soul?
