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"Screw you and your dumbass stories..."
What was it this time, Wendigo? The Hollows? Nature's Mockery? Well at least that'll teach em. The genie is out of the bottle and not really coming back in, at least not in the middle of the night as long as the wind agitates the branches all around them and whispers in the foliage. Now Karl and Douglas were hoisted by their own petard and had to take refuge in Digby and Nigel's tent. Because they heard some commotion outside and... the very thing protecting them, the tent walls, ensures they're vulnerable to what's surely the biggest real threat to their safety : nonsense panic. Nigel's not there, he went out to use the bathroom.
“ As soon as he comes back you guys are OUT, there's not enough room in there for four... and now that I think of it you probably heard him feel his way around in the dark and you dolts thought it was some creature!”
Digby tries to rationalize but his voice's shaking a little. Perhaps he knows very well that they'll never see Nigel again...
He tries, still, to convince them or himself : “Listen, we don't hear a thing except some wind and you're already shivering like babies. If something happened to Nigel we would hear him scream.”
“N-no. He's such a wimp. He would've screamed over nothing if he WAS still out there...”
That's some ironclad reasoning and Digby resumes to listening to the silence. That and the rattling of the leaves against the walls of the tent. He can't help but find that same silence foreboding now. He would have to act quickly if he wanted to keep his tranquility of mind, and a bit of his blanket. If he could at least get the two self-made wimps to unglue themselves from him, he tries to reason, he would go outside the tent and see for himself, probably help Nigel a little bit with finding his way. It is a bit strange that he's not here yet.
He shakes his head, realizing they're winning, planting terrifying ideas into his head.
I can't describe well enough the feeling of a night under a tent after a day of conditioning your brain to see monsters everywhere.
"Screw you and your dumbass stories..."
What was it this time, Wendigo? The Hollows? Nature's Mockery? Well at least that'll teach em. The genie is out of the bottle and not really coming back in, at least not in the middle of the night as long as the wind agitates the branches all around them and whispers in the foliage. Now Karl and Douglas were hoisted by their own petard and had to take refuge in Digby and Nigel's tent. Because they heard some commotion outside and... the very thing protecting them, the tent walls, ensures they're vulnerable to what's surely the biggest real threat to their safety : nonsense panic. Nigel's not there, he went out to use the bathroom.
“ As soon as he comes back you guys are OUT, there's not enough room in there for four... and now that I think of it you probably heard him feel his way around in the dark and you dolts thought it was some creature!”
Digby tries to rationalize but his voice's shaking a little. Perhaps he knows very well that they'll never see Nigel again...
He tries, still, to convince them or himself : “Listen, we don't hear a thing except some wind and you're already shivering like babies. If something happened to Nigel we would hear him scream.”
“N-no. He's such a wimp. He would've screamed over nothing if he WAS still out there...”
That's some ironclad reasoning and Digby resumes to listening to the silence. That and the rattling of the leaves against the walls of the tent. He can't help but find that same silence foreboding now. He would have to act quickly if he wanted to keep his tranquility of mind, and a bit of his blanket. If he could at least get the two self-made wimps to unglue themselves from him, he tries to reason, he would go outside the tent and see for himself, probably help Nigel a little bit with finding his way. It is a bit strange that he's not here yet.
He shakes his head, realizing they're winning, planting terrifying ideas into his head.
I can't describe well enough the feeling of a night under a tent after a day of conditioning your brain to see monsters everywhere.
Category Artwork (Traditional) / General Furry Art
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