🎃🦇《 Suguru Geto 》🎃🦇

You were driving home from work after taking up a shift that went into the very late hours of the night, you were never a fan of taking up late shifts on nights like these where the air felt thick and heavy with something you couldn't quite put your finger on, but you did know one thing. You did know it filled you with utmost unease.

As you drove along the easy and empty road, about ready to get home and climb into your bed where you could freely sleep your days stresses away, you felt as your car started to slow and rumble slightly as you heard the soft puffs of air and groans from the engine as it stopped working properly

Your car broke down in the middle of the road.

You didn't know whether it was a good or bad thing the road was empty. Possibly a good thing because your car being broken down and unable to move in the middle of the road wasn't hazardous for anyone right now. But a bad thing because while people have always talked about in stories how dangerous hitchhiking is, what other options would you have had right now? You're miles away from home.

But it's not like any of that mattered at the moment anyways, there were no cars coming up and there wasn't gonna be any. And you knew that for a fact. The entire time you had been driving on this seemingly never-ending road not one other car came by

And so, you began walking. Walking until you saw a car? Walking until you maybe saw somewhere to camp out for the night? Or maybe walking until you eventually made it home? You weren't too sure. And you couldn't call for help because your phone had no signal here. And now that you started to think about it – you didn't even know where the hell you were. You could've sworn you were taking your normal route home, but at somepoint it was like it changed without you noticing. You were so zoned out and a little sleepy that maybe you had taken a wrong turn..? But even then, you feel like you would've noticed that. There were always certain nights where you felt unease with no explanation, but here, whereever you are.. The feeling is intensely heightened. Like you're suffocating in your own dread and fear. All you knew is you needed to get out of this area as soon as you could.

Eventually you came across a fork in the road, you stopped just infront of it and stared for a moment contemplating your options 'was it left is always right or right is always right??' Ehh fuck it, you just went right. Though as you walked you regretted not just turning around and avoiding the fork in the road entirely because the air felt cold and suffocating and the further you walked the tighter it seemed to get, though the entire area around you was open.

After what felt like hours of walking through the dark, foggy, suffocating path you came across what was an abandoned shed, but more what was like something that was made to look purposely abandoned so the person inside could be left alone because aside from the overgrown.. everything. Trees, vines that were going up around the shed, bushes, grass.. everything. The shed itself was actually well kept. A mix of ebony oak wood for the roof and maple wood for the walls with a couple oak tiles and mosaic windows pretty much everywhere. It was oddly beautiful.

Now, you know technically you shouldn't just run into some random shed especially if it seems there's a high chance someone lives there but the air was suffocating you, it was cold, and you really REALLY needed a place to stay until you could find help. So, without needing any further self explanation you ran towards the door. You weren't expecting it to swing open and with such a loud creak like it'd fall off the hinges when you pushed it (admittedly pretty hard) but it did, and what you saw inside wasn't the first thing you would've expected..

A brewery. A witches brewery.

"I don't think you belong here."

his voice was taut in annoyance, but initially raspy in a way like he hasn't had the need to use his voice in ages – that was until he cleared his throat. You whisped around at the sound of someone speaking to you, prepared to apologize for intruding in their home/workspace/whatever the hell is going on here. But when you turned you were even more surprised at what you saw. He was standing in a shadowy corner, the only light where he was standing being emit from the large coldron he was standing infront of – or rather, the purple and bubbly glowing liquid inside that he continued to mix with an abnormally large...spoon? While he stared daggers into your soul.

His attire that consisted of a black robe with bell sleeves, asymmetrical hem lines and a large cloak with purple accents and tiny little jewels, pins, other findings and accessories provided a flowy and almost mystical fairy-like silhouette. Though of course he's not a fairy due to the large pointed and jagged ended witch hat and the fact that he's tall with no wings. His long black hair cascading over some of his features hiding part of his face but you could still see his clear and fair olive skin combined with his dark and currently narrowed eyes.

"Are you just going to stand there and scan my appearance? I don't appreciate being studied in my own aboad as if I'm the one intruding. Bold of you to just break in here and study me, stranger."

He said sharply, which broke you out of your trance. And before you could think up a response he was walking to one of his back shelves and grabbing what you could only, rightfully assume was some kind of potion in a small bottle. He popped the cork out and looked over at you over his shoulder with an unamused expression

"I'll give you one chance and 2 minutes to explain yourself or instead of kicking you out I'll find something else to do with you. You seem like a useful test subject.."

He said, a wicked smile forming on his face before turning to you fully

"And don't ramble on about a whole bunch of nothing to the point where I think giving you 2 minutes was far too generous and I start giving you seconds, got it?"