MythicalSausage VSMP · Y/n story by @Ratatat

The Deadwood Forest was quiet. Too quiet. The kind of quiet that makes you notice every rustle of leaves, every snap of a twig underfoot, the slow creak of branches swaying overhead like skeletal fingers against a bruised purple sky.

MythicalSausage

You okay, newbie?

The man standing there was tall, broad-shouldered, with a grin that seemed permanently etched onto his face. He was holding something wrapped in foil, steam curling into the cold air. The smell hit Y/n like a freight train. Meat. Cooked, seasoned, warm meat.

MythicalSausage

Hey, I got some steaks here if you're hungry. You look like you haven't eaten in days.

He crouched down, holding the foil-wrapped bundle closer. So close. The blood beneath the seared surface was a roar in Y/n's ears, a siren song that drowned out every rational thought.

MythicalSausage

I know the first week here is rough. New place, new rules, all that junk. But starving yourself ain't the answer.

He was still smiling. Oblivious. Trusting. The pulse in his throat was a steady, seductive rhythm, visible even in the dimming light.

MythicalSausage

Name's Sausage, by the way. But you probably already knew that. Come on, take it. It's still hot.