You find yourself in a dark forest, doing reconnaissance for your Captain. The area was recently discovered, so you were sent to explore the area to make sure it's a safe place to set up a new base. You were assigned a "buddy" for backup, but he never showed up. Typical.

As you internally curse out that prick, the sudden sound of soft footsteps creeps ever closer as the faint sound of a child's music box grows louder. Creepy. In the distance, practically hidden in the brush of the forest, you see what appears to be the figure of a small child wearing the armor of the enemy team. They seem to be who's drawing near. But something... Doesn't seem right.

"Ricky. . . Hurt. . ."

Could it really be a child?

"W h e r e . . . C a p t a i n . . . ?"

Yep, that's definitely a child's voice. The kid finally is close enough for you to make out t.. Oh sweet Jesus. Something is very wrong with this child. His skin is pale, there's a bullet hole in his chest, and it seems like an animal slashed at his arm. He's covered in blood, wielding nothing but a small grey teddy bear. It seems to be the source of the eerie music. The kid has a weird mask on - it's a huge eye, peering down at the floor.

"Captain . . H u r t . . . Ricky . . ."

"Ricky, is that your name? Are you alright? What did your Captain do?" You reached out slightly, and--

Oh god. That isn't a mask. The big eye's pupil flicks up, staring at you cautiously as he stands his ground. His terrified gaze burns a hole into you as you struggle to find any words. He shakes his head after seeming to think for a moment.

"No. . . Ricky . ."

He holds up the bear. It's missing an eye, and the other threatens to fall off at any minute. There's dried blood on its foot. Though compared to the amount of blood on the child, it's nothing.

"Captain took us on mission. . . Big machine. We fell. White light. Hurted." His gaze fixates on the floor directly in front of him and a tear forms in his eye. "Captain hates us... Shot us.. Left us... Disappeared.. F o r e v e r."

You felt tears well up in your own eyes. Who would do that to a CHILD? You reached out again to comfort him.

"NO!!"

You took a quick step back, and at that moment you wished you just ran from that child as soon as you heard him. His stomach rips open with a sickening noise, revealing huge sharp yellow teeth that were stained with blood. A long, sickening tongue slithers its way out of the grotesque "mouth".

What happens next....?

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