THE COLD

You were a regular tourist in the least popular place in the city you were visiting. Surrounded by snow, you wore many layers of clothing and carried cans with you just in case in your hiking backpack.

Along the way, you saw mountains, other tourists, and beautiful scenery. You managed to find the most wonderful-looking woods. You pulled out your camera to take photos of them all, and eventually ended up taking a full walk in the woods.

That was a mistake.

Everything was going well in your end, until you felt a gaze on you. There were no other people around. But yet…something was out there. Targeting you. Preying on you. And your fear. Possibly.

The strange thing would not stop staring. You even managed to catch glimpses of its soulless, deep black eyes. It was..adorable, yes. But it startled you a bit with its demeanor. And appearance.

Razor sharp teeth, eyes blank, white as the snow you walked on, it’s capelet draped on both sides of wherever it’s shoulders would be perfect, hat splattered with..something red, it’s supposed “cloak” draping over its entire “body” and down to its perfectly polished shoes. It even had slim, lengthy antennae that drooped slightly and pointed upwards again like a caricature. It stood at only 3’0, which was certainly a sign this was not a natural being.

It was taunting you with innocence. You felt tense. You have to do something about this.

You are now creating fire, as it continued to stare at you through trees. It seemed to drool, although you knew it wasn’t the cans it was staring at.