The Giraffe

Written by Exil

It was dark, dark like the pitch black void of hell. But also, it was warm, really warm, also like hell, because ive actually been there, trust. I was walking through the forest in my leather black knee high boots, because id just gotten out of a party and now im lost in the forest because I decided to explore because im smart and awesome, obviously.

But the further I walk into the forest, the darker it gets. The leaves are really dense now, just like me, blocking out the pretty moonlight and just leaving ugly darkness. The trees are so loud its almost annoying how loud they are, with their rustling and windiness and shit and-

*snap*

erhm… hes right behind me isn’t he…. I mean uhh- what was that?

I turn around, because that’s the best thing to do when youre alone in the woods. But its ok, because nothing can hurt me because I look slay as hell in my black knee high leather boots, my dark blue denim jeans and my white cunty halter top. I even tied my curly blonde hair into a messy bun, because excuse me for having style.

I turn around and find that theres nothing behind me. I look down and find that I was the one who stepped on the twig. I sigh in relief, then turn around again to continue my aimless trek into the woods. But as I turn around, I come face to chest with someone. How in the world did they get in front of me, I was literally looking behund me for like 3 seconds are they magic? 

They must be, because theyre also freakishly tall- oh no wait, im pretty sure that’s just what they look like. Im sure its perfectly normal for a person to be really really tall, have purple fur and look strangely like a giraffe with fluffy brown hair, mhm, totally normal. Theyre probably just a cosplayer, who else would be deep in the woods on a pitch black night looking like this? Certainly not a murderer, no way.

I open my mouth to speak but find I cant, what the hell? I shouldn’t be this stunned, I mean theyre not even hot. Mediocre at best, but not what id call jaw dropping. I step back to stare up at them with my wide bright blue orbs that glimmer in the nonexistent moonlight and catch a glimpse of their face, which is the typical face youd expect for a giraffe, which further proves my point that this persom is a cosplayer, I mean what kind of sane person would dress up like a giraffe? This is kinda creepy actually, I might just leave them its weird and not normal and im just gonna-

I go to take another back, only to find im pressed against a tree. Whaddahell, bulnasaur? When did I end up in this sexually charged predicament? The giraffe person stare down at me again because wow how are they this freakishly tall its really unnerving now I might shit my pants and cry. 

Something long and hard and sharp presses against my throat- wait sharp? I didn’t know they were- oh that’s a weapon. That’s a whole ass weapon my bad bro I thought it was your peenar. 

I gasp in shock, feeling the dull end of the blade press further into my throat, cutting off my airway. I gargle out a breath, feeling tears come into my eyes, dripping down my cheeks as I try to raisin with my situation. I was wrong, very wrong, I have a sneaking suspicion that this might be a murder guys am I gonna die here for real no cap? 

I grip at the blade to my neck, which was a stupid idea because this is a scythe, the other side of the blade is sharp why did I do that? Blood pools out of my cut finger and I struggle as more pressure is applied to my neck.

The giraffe thing smiles an eerie wicked sinister evil smile that splits their face in a sick and twisted way. I try to scream, but if you guys didn’t know its actually really hard to scream when you cant breathe did you know that? 

I struggle more, trying helplessly to fight my way free from my position between the tree and the scythe. My vision swims, and as blood drips from my my fingers, I notice blood dripping from their eyes as well. Wow. thats edgy as fuck.

Then all goes black.

I wake up in my bed. Oh thank god it was only a dream. I clutch my purple giraffe plushie to my chest, ruffling its fluffy browm hair. If I had looked in the mirror, I would’ve noticed its blood stained face and sinister evil grin, smirking with evil sinister intent. But I didn’t look. And little did I know, that would be the worst decision of my life……….