I stayed in the crampt cottage overnight and it has given me time to really think… lets see… hrm-hee I need to formulate a new plan so I can rebuild my home, restore what was mine, and lastly, live in peace and quiet.
Unfortunately I can no longer give my trust to the human species. Searching for companionship through humans is no longer a wise thing for me to partake in. They are far too dangerous, destructive, and are the epitomy of pure-er malevolence. Not even little children can be trusted. They must be destroyed. Wiped from the whole plan of existance.
However… I must say… Humans make delightfully good meals. Oh hrm huh, excuse me! I’m slobbering in delight at the thought… yes, yes. After I meticulously skinned the man who lived in that small cottage, I ate his eternal organs and my good god they were delicious… Human organs taste better than skinned rabbits, raccoons, squirrels, bear, fish eyes, frogs, and deer.
I realize now that solitude is not such a bad thing afterall. I can now relate to the forest critters now. I now know why they run away from men. This could also be why I could not find any simple Nymphs much like myself. Maybe they’re all dead because of… NO! Get-get-get-get-get that thought out of my head! They’re now trying to brainwash me… what a shame…
With that, here is my plan… step 1: return to the forest, step 2: rebuild and restore my home, step 3: devour all muaraders (all humans as well as anyone who gets in my way), step 4: find my Nymph bretheren. Before I depart, I found something that might help protect me on my journey, perhaps even scare away muarders who wish to get in my way. Oh yes, yes, yes… a disguise to lure them in for a meal or two wouldn’t hurt… or perhaps for other things… oh yes, yes, yes, yes, yessssssss… The Nymphy human scarecrow.
Tee-Heehee! I found an old wicker basket, raggedy clothing and Oh! REAL human hair that leftover from that vile human in the cottage. Ohhhhh yes, yes, yes… perfect. Hrm-hee!
Hm… I have the feeling I’m being watched and I’m not even a mile into the desolate forest. It’s making an odd squeaking sound. Is it a mouse? Rat? Rabbit? Dying bird? No… it sounds like something even better, and I know exactly where it is! Hahaha… just my day… couldn’t get any more perfect than this. Yessssssss….
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