(you're totally going to kill one of us, aren't you)
Connor shifted quite a bit, taking their glasses off as they rolled around. They closed their eyes, the dim light in the cabin casting strange shapes that got their imagination working into overdrive without their wanting it to
(I didn’t say that)
Clare shut her eyes, resting with her head tilted onto her arm as she laid on her side. She did her best or try and fall asleep, though the idea of being in a strange cabin in the woods made her uncomfortable.
(but you were thinking it)
Connor eventually fell asleep, though the process was slow and arduous. They were pretty much buried in their sleeping bag, barely even a bit of their face showing from beneath it
(Okay I might have thought about how that would turn out, but the rp wouldn’t go anywhere after one of us dies. Also are we going to wake up and be like “what the fuck was that dream”)
(sure, probably)
(Alright)
Eventually, after what could have been a few hours, Clare flinched awake, panting heavily and trembling. “Fuck, fuck,” she cursed softly to herself, bringing her hands up to rub at her face.
Connor jolted awake a few moments after her, breathing heavily as they clutched at their sleeping bag. "Ohh….hoo boy, fuckin'…" they rambled, shaking noticeably as they tried to bury themself in their sleeping bag
(Should we give ourselves the markings??)
Clare’s head jerked over to look at Conner when they woke up. “Connor, Connor, what the fuck. I had the most fucked up dream, Jesus Christ,” she said quickly.
(probably)
"Try me bitch, this cabin just went monster house on us," Connor said before promptly burying themself in the covers again. They rolled a bit, though their eyes widened as they felt something wet on their chest. "What the…" they began as they sat up, though they were quickly flailing and swearing as they realized that blood had seeped through their shirt in a sort of five-fingered mark
“What the fuck?!” Clare exclaimed, her eyes widening. “Holy shit, you’re bleeding!” But as she moved closer, she felt a sharp pain in her upper chest, and looked down to see the same red spots seeping through her yellow tshirt. “Holy shit, I’m bleeding!”
"Holy fuck, we're bleeding. Holy fuck, we're bleeding!" Connor exclaimed frantically. They tugged the collar of their shirt down, just enough to expose the bleeding mark in their chest. "Hoo, fuck, okay, we're fucked. This shit ain't gonna fly, we're getting the fuck out of here."
“What the fuck could have done that, and how did we not notice?! I am a very light sleeper, so I think I would have noticed something stabbing me in the chest!” Clare exclaimed. She pulled the front of her shirt forward so she could look down at the marks on her chest.
“I don’t fucking know!” Connor exclaimed in a high-pitched voice. “I don’t know what the fuck or why the fuck!”
“Okay okay, fuck. We need to think logically about this. I know we packed a first aid kit, we should have bandages that we can out over the holes to stop bleeding,” Clare said, crawling over to her backpack.
“Yeah, yeah. Just…fuck, what do you think did this?” Connor asked, their voice shaky with near panic as they continued to stare down at the holes in their chest
“Fuck, I don’t know, that’s why I asked you before. Did you feel anything?” Clare asked, back to Connor as she dug through her backpack, pulling out a small plastic bag of what looked like pain medicine and bandages. She opened it, tossing some of the bandages to Conner.
“I think I fucking would have noticed getting molested by a demon!” Connor exclaimed, fumbling as they caught the bandages. They grimaced as they opened the package and began to press them over the wounds
Clare opened a bandage, pulling her shirt down a bit to press the bandage to one of the holes. She repeated the action, doing so until all of them were covered. “Need any pain medicine? I have acetaminophen if you need some.”
"Um…maybe in a bit. They seem to be deep, but not really painful. Weird considering it looks like that once scene from Indiana Jones where the dude rips people's hearts out and eats them," Connor commented absently
“Thank god we didn’t get our hearts ripped out,” Clare said, opening the pill bottle and pouring two pills into her palm. She took out a water bottle and put the pills into her mouth before swallowing them with water.
"You know what, screw it. Toss me those pills," Connor said once they looked over at Clare taking some. They wanted to be on the safe side, just in case the marks started hurting later
Clare tossed the pill bottle to Connor and began to roll up her sleeping bag. “It looks like it stopped raining, so we need to get out of this goddamn cabin and out of these woods.”
"Hell yeah, let's book it," Connor said before grabbing two of the pills out of the bottle and dry swallowing them. They tossed the bottle back to Clare before beginning to pack up
Clare caught the bottle and stuffed it back into the plastic bag before closing it and putting it into her backpack. She packed up, eventually finishing and getting to her feet.
Connor finished packing a few moments after her, getting to their feet eagerly and putting their bag back on. "Okay, let's ditch this creepy ass cabin and get back to the trail."