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The Wood's Teeth | TSAMS Oneshot

Characters: Bloodmoon

AU: Yes! :D

Genre: Angst

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CONTENT WARNING - This text includes graphic depictions of violence, blood and death! Do not read it when you're either sensitive, uncomfortable with it or when it triggers you!

[What if Bloodmoon was a human before? And if so, how did his fate end?]

Hectic footsteps echoed through the woods. With the leaves crackling in the wavers of air, coupled with wisps of burned smoke circling across the tress, the erratic breaths served as an underlying symphony, drenched in desperate fear. Each step, laced with a chaotic nature, resonated along with choked sobs. Violently covering his mouth with the back of his hand, as if hoping that could protect his ego from the displays of sobs, he felt his legs throbbing in exhaustion. Every painful sensation didn't get unnoticed - They were too intense, and instead felt like drilling themselves like nails inside his very human flesh. Every strain of his muscles prompted a wince, every recoiling of his body, as if looking for any provision of escape from his physical torment, led to gritting his teeth and shooting his head upwards, attempting to supress the urge to let out a cry, and every beads of sweat strolling down his forehead until outlining his stinging cheek bones served as a reminder of the physical strain he's under. Each trip, followed by a desperate attempt to stand up and continue the run, heightened his distress, yet also led to a rising of his adrenaline coursing through his veins. He yielded to the urge to run for his dear life, represented in his next reaction to another trip, feeling how the pressure clashed against his body once colliding with the earthy ground. Clutching the ground with the burning palms of his hands and feeling how the rough earth nestled against his sensitive skin, he catapulted his body forward to rose to his feet. Again, and again, and again - Every time he tripped due to his own feet, he desperately tried to use the ground as his stabilization, and to rise to his feet with the little strength that remained in his shaking arms and twitching legs. While his balance seemed to generate itself, conveyed in the steps he performed without colliding, he felt how tears welled up in his eyes as soon as his physical strain got remarked. His legs felt like being torn apart in every direction, and he was left to navigate them to the one he wanted to go. His arms felt limp, as if even his bones seemed to carry his pain, and the sweaty surface of his skin caused his clothes to stick uncomfortable against his neck. Claws of air played with the strains of his hair, and some hair strains sticked to his from-cold-sweat-drops sweaty forehead, feeling the stinging around his temples intensifying. His vision blurred as his cries increased, revealing the depth of his suffering. Among the sounds of Bennit Maccot's pain, including erratic breaths, desperate-for-air inhales, and hectic exhales, together with the resonating damp when his footsteps would burrow in the rain-soaked ground, the sudden crackling of fire seemed to grow. The fire's glow seemed to come from behind him, the whimsy colours of red, orange and yellow illuminating the woods and reflecting in Bennit's glassy eyes that were directed in the scenery in front of him. However, he didn't turn around to look where the fire came - His focus was laid in his survival, his adrenaline urging him to continue running. It was possible that the fire came from... torches. The hitting realization lingering like an aftertaste in his drying mouth, the sudden barking of dogs accompanied other footsteps. Echoing through the woods, aligning to the symphony of his own. However, they were intense, and they were not alone. It was like a cacophony of footsteps, and he dared to direct his head behind his shoulder. The torches, gripped around the people's hands, seemed to dance in the dark woods, representing a galaxy of stars. Yet, as beautiful as the view may be, the underlying intentions were as dangerous as the fire itself. They chased him. Bennit's eyes widened, the tears pouring out of his eyes. He redirected his head in front of him again, as if not wanting to see their furious faces anymore. This... this can't be happening. He was just here to hunt down animals, how did it turn to a run for his life? He knew very well that his actions included no morality, only inhumanity and brutality. But he kept them as a secret, only to be revealed once his victim, or more prey, appears. However, his prey won't be able to tell the world his actions - As they would be dead. On the other hand, the world remained oblivious, easily fooled by his mask, presented by his job as an animal hunter. He only engaged in this business as it's both entertaining, and that it served as something what should make him appear more harmless, yet still carrying out his brutal actions. Many wonder how the series of the missing of people occurred and what happened to them. It was impossible for them to explain after all, as even with the searching by the police, they didn't get found. However, Bennit Maccot was able to provide an answer - Yet no one knows due to him not telling the world. You want to know how he could know that? It's pretty simple - He is responsible for the series of missing people. And they're not missing. They're dead. That's why they didn't get found - Because he buried the corpses of the people in the ground, somewhere in a forest, far away. He is a murderer, a serial killer. But no one knew that he was a murderer... until now. As he made a mistake. A huge mistake, what would turn his life upside down and change the roles. He let a prey escape. But not voluntarily. This maggot then informed the village he lived in, and they reacted by... taking their torches and guns they could find. Bennit had to flee, yet they chased him. The roles switched - He was now the prey; they were the predator. However, he is not an innocent prey - He was a prey with predatory teeth. Suddenly, he got dragged from his thoughts. But not because of a realization - But due to pain. Everything seemed to happen in seconds, yet it still felt that long that he could fully feel every single tormenting sensation. The pain was so severe that it caused a complete disorientation to Bennit, yet his reactions to the brutality of his injuries was raw, coming from his very soul. First, he felt how he tripped, colliding against the ground. He screamed in pain, digging his fingertips inside the ground to somehow search for a lifeline, a way to cope, a way to survive - Yet, the brutality of the pain, its overwhelming and disorienting nature being something he had never experienced before, made it impossible to cope. Tears streamed down his face, his voice becoming hoarse as loud cries escaped his mouth, coming from the top of his lunges until quivering, choked breaths urged him to breathe. The result was the spilling of a burning metallic, crimson liquid on the ground. He could feel every strain, then torn of his muscles, every mix of sob and cry escaping his throbbing throat, every trembling wreaking his body and every stream of blood strolling down his leg, whom cloth was soaked in blood. A pressure drilled into the flesh of his leg, exposing a crimson liquid. A bullet. He was shot in the leg. He felt how the crimson liquid wet the ground underneath him, mingling with his tears. Then, the ground vibrated. The echoes of footsteps came closer, the intensity of the torches' fire irritating his eyes, causing him to cowardly squint his eyes shut. Yet, the slight opening of his right eye revealed shadowy figures circling around him, as if being a predator. Dogs. Barks erupted, exposing their sharp teeth. Their paws were adorned with Bennit's blood. Suddenly, they pounced on him. Screams in pain escaped his mouth once they drilled their teeth inside his flesh. Disturbing sounds of flesh being torn apart echoed through the woods. His cries turned suddenly silent, together with everything else. Only shallowed footsteps and the muffling of barks, dimming with each second, punctuated the air. He was laying on the ground, left to die in the woods. And so, surrounded by the oblivious and indifferent nature, the silent witness of this event, Bennit Maccot died. The predator turned into the prey, a victim for those who seek revenge, yet a monster for those whose fate ended in the hands of Bennit.

His vision narrowed, until darkness enveloped him.

After a while, he got picked up from the ground, laying in the arms of a person. Breezes of air played with the person's hair, and the lifeless face of Bennit showing nothing but his demise. Yet, he got carried into a house, where the smells of oil arose. He got laid in a couch, and cables got attached to his brain. Days passed, and the rattles of machinery filled the air. An animatronic was standing in the central of the living room, cables and wires connected to every metallic body part. Their eyes were closed, lifelessly standing with their arms and head limply dangling downwards. Suddenly, a system got activated. The hum of machinery got reinforced, and the claws of the animatronic twitched independently, pointing to the arrival of their consciousness. A crimson glow illuminated the room when their eyes shut open, revealing a wide grin playing on their mouth, exposing predatory teeth. Their gaze dartled with predatory curiosity across their environment, sinister and playful chuckles escaping him. Suddenly, his body shoot upwards, carrying along the soft chiming of bells. "Your name is Bloodmoon," the person said, and the animatronic nodded energetically. Yet, the eerie atmosphere hung heavily as he tilted his head to the right. With chuckles, he spoke in sadistic delight:" I'm back⁓"

And so, the cycle began - Bloodmoon, the one carrying Bennit's last remnants of his soul, was the predator. But his past life seemed to be erased, their memories gone - Opening the danger to fall into the same rabbit hole again.

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OKAYYYYYY, that was kind of... violent QwQ ANYWAY, hope you enjoyed it, I guess :D