i've been howling at a hollow moon
"Don't you get it, sunshine?" Wilbur croons, arms tight around Tommy's torso, pulling him so close that Tommy can hardly tell where he ends and the monster begins. "Your soul is forever bound to this forest, just like ours. You're never going to be able to leave."
"No," Tommy gasps. "No, you're- you're lying, you're lying-"
"Aw, darling," Wilbur says, long fingers threading under Tommy's chin and forcing it up, so that Tommy has to look into the soulless black pits Wilbur calls eyes, "It's alright. You're mine now. That's not so bad, is it?"
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When Tommy casts a summoning spell from an old spellbook, he doesn't expect to accidentally bind his soul to the forest around his hometown. He doesn't expect for the monsters in said forest to claim him as theirs. He certainly doesn't expect to die. But when has anything ever gone his way?
[DISCONTINUED]