Don't. Move ( Until Dawn and Undertale Crossover )

Introduction

(( Just a reminder. this book is PG-13. So for people who don't like stuff like blood and gore, Violent actions, and Mild Swearing. This book isn't for you. Enjoy! ))

            It was a windy night on Blackwood Mountain, it was around 9:45 P.M. Things have changed since the 3 years after the "incident". People were visiting the area, MANY people, and were interfering with the land even MORE than originally. Hotels were littered across the top and ground level of the mountain, instead of just a cable car to the mountain, there was a 30-foot long train, that brings guests to the top of the mountain, and back. Yeah, things have changed...but why? Ever since Sam published her book, and ever since the incident, people have been visiting the mountain. Looking, looking for the Windigo, looking for any sign that they were there. People were obsessed...and still are. And on a windy night like this, there was always SOMEONE lurking the forest at night. Tonight, was no exception...

             Deep into the forest, two teens around the ages of 15-18 were walking around. One was a blonde girl with blue eyes, she was attractive for sure, a blush spread across her cheeks, a light, and slightly reflective lip gloss stretched across her gleeful lips. She had on an old-fashioned camera hanging across her neck on a black thread. The other was a boy, with small blotches of red skin across his face, and dark brown eyes. Both wore long saggy sweaters, with the girl wearing large UGG's. The girl was running forward, looking back at the slow-moving boy.

                                   "COME ON MARCO! WE MIGHT CATCH A GLIMPSE OF THE THING!" the girl exclaimed.

                                   "What's so good about an ugly monster anyway?" Marco asked.

                                   "NOBODY has seen the creature! But if that old lady was RIGHT! WE MIGHT BE THE FIRST!" the girl screamed.

                                  "With how loud you're being, Jeanne. I hardly beleive it. Plus, she was like, the oldest fortune teller I've seen. Why believe what she says?" Marco asked.

                                  "Because, silly, she's SEEN the Windigo-" Jeanne started. 

                                  "She's an 80-year-old woman who doesn't know what she is talking about, Jeanne. You're forgetting that." Marco replied.

                                  "Shut up, Marco! This is the ONE CHANCE we can get to see it!" Jeanne told her. She held her camera boldly and looked onward through the forest. Soon, though, she let her camera rest against her chest, as she began to rub her arms. A cool breeze blew through her hair, letting it fly and twist around.

                                  "God, it's cold...,"

                                  "I told you we should have stayed back," Marco responded.

                                  "No, our family came here for a reason, and that reason was to see the Windigo!" Jeanne exclaimed.

                                 "Well really, we came here for nature and the scenery but-" Marco started. Jeanne growled and turned to face Marco. She had a death glare on, with a seriously pissed of expression.

                                 "Listen, Marco. You can go back and have ALL THE FUN you want! Go on! I don't mind! I never needed you for this ANYWAY! I'M staying HERE!"

                                  "Sure, I'd be glad too!" Marco replied. Marco turned around and stormed off towards where he had come from

                                  "Stupid god damn brother," Jeanne muttered. She walked off, back into the forest. She raised her camera to her left eye, scanning the forest for any sign of movement. As she strolled further, it became apparent that she WASN'T alone. The trees rustled, the bushes began to move. Jeanne froze and looked behind her, trying to find Marco.

                                  "Maro? MARCO?!" Jeanne practically screamed. No one was there.

                                  "Ummm, ok? Hello? Is anyone there?" Jeanne asked. Nobody replied.

                                   "I'll...I'll just get going," Jeanne said to herself. She continued forward, looking around for the creature...It was dark, cold, windy, something she couldn't stand.

                                  "Ok...maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all," Jeanne stated. Crack. Crack. Crack. The bushes began to rustle, as the outline of a human figure ran past. Jeanne jumped, tripping over a tree branch, and fell onto the snow. She groaned, as he slowly tried pulling herself up...but then the rustling came back. The human outline came closer. Crack. Crack. Crack. Leaves began to crunch, branches began to crack, the breeze blew harder...creating haunting noises like ghosts. Something was wrong...This wasn't right...

                                  "T-This has to be a prank," Jeanne stated...The outline had stopped...she couldn't see it moving anymore.

                                  "Marco? If this is a prank...it's not fun-" 

                                  "SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! " something shot out. It was like gunshots, but different...Running.

                                  "HOLY SH**!" Jeanne screamed. Jeanne got up, taking only a few seconds to see what happened, and then turned around. Running like no tomorrow, she stumbled and crashed into other broken branches and trees and logs. She slipped into the forest and ran through the snow, and she screamed as she fumbled through the forest. 

                                 "RAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHH!" something shrieked. The girl continued to run, screaming her head off. Then...she came across the ledge. She skidded to a stop, peering down a steep 40-foot drop.

                                 "Oh god. Oh god," Jeanne exclaimed. She looked back, trying to see what was chasing her...although she had the sinking feeling that she knew what it was. She turned back around, waiting for the right moment to jump.

                                 "Ok, Ok...Just wait. 3... 2... 1... JU-" Jeanne started. Screaming...that was all that was heard. Jeanne hadn't jumped off, but she was "floating" in mid-air...Something had caught her head. It was a large skinny creature, dried blood smeared across its face, large fang-like teeth stuck out, long claws grabbing onto her head...and milky white eyes, staring down at Jeanne. It lowered its face. CHOMP. The screaming became ear splinting, as the top of her head was chewed. CHOMP. The creature had snapped through the skull...Blood was pouring and sinking into the snow, leaving a horrible smell of fresh blood. The blood trickled into tiny segments of "streams", running down her face and through her body. CHOMP. The animal had practically eaten the whole skull, the screaming had stopped, but it was clear that Jeanne...was dead. CHOMP. In a final bite, 3/4 of the head had been snapped, chewed, and ripped off. The creature dropped Jeanne, down the 40-foot drop. Her body, tumbling and crashing into rocks, her spine being obliterated by each fall. THUMP. THUMP. THUMP. Jeanne came to a halt...she had landed back down into the snow again. Her body began to slowly sink, the blood splattering everywhere...

                                    "RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!" the creature shrieked again. The animal jumped down, but instead of falling straight down, it snapped its hands and feet onto many edges of the rocks and trees. Finally, landing down to where the girl had laid...The creature sank it's sharp teeth into the body, chewing on the body...when it stopped. A blinding light shined in the face of this animal, the creature practically raised it's claws up to prevent it from blinding it, hissing at it. The animal jumped from tree to tree, patch to patch, rock to rock...before stopping in a clearing. Infront of the animal was the ocean, the vast ocean. And when the creature turned it's head left, it stared blankly at a large black object. Was it a UFO? Was it a person? Was it a shadow? No...it was a boat. Just about to dock its first victims.