Taking A Risk (Creepypasta)

Chapter One
It seemed to be yet another normal day in Jamaa.

It seemed to be.

Leaf snowypaw bounced into the Jamaa Township. As usual, people were all yelling to trade and come to their dens. But then a fairly odd-looking Arctic Wolf walked in. Everybody stopped talking.

“ Don't Speak. It is impolite to go against my will.”

(That can’t possibly be normal. What the heck is going on?!) A million thoughts raced through her head. Her heart was beating a mile a minute. She was sweating about ten gallons of water per second.

“Who are you?!” Leaf screamed at the Arctic Wolf. His name was Silent Sneakypaw. Everyone else in the township gasped.

”TheBraveone.Ihavebeenwaiting.”He spoke in a warped voice. He started fading out, and becoming transparent. Then, in the blink of an eye, he was turned into only a wisp. He then slowly, slowly began to become smaller. He didn’t shrink, though. It was like a fire going out. As soon as he was gone, Leaf was taken to a den. In the corner, Silent was sitting in a shadow. He seemed to be saying something, but Leaf couldn’t hear a word. He was rocking back and forth, as if he was scared. But then she heard laughing. Not just giggling, either. Howling laughter. He turned his face a bit. She noticed... Something running from his eyes, but it wasn’t blood, or tears. It was something inky and jet black. He turned his entire body, and part of his tail was missing. There was some sort of tentacles coming out of his mouth, and more of that inky stuff coming from one of his ears, which part of it was bitten off. Leaf felt nauseous, and then Silent began to speak quickly and almost incoherently. Yet in another way, it almost made perfect sense. Like she knew what it meant.

“The Ink runs down from his eyes to his cheek, his ear‘s running too, his tail uncovered but it doesn’t really bother him, maybe he’s dead, but maybe’s he not, one things for sure though, he never really was and he never really is.” The whole sentence rang through her ears. She fainted, and woke up, lying on the ground with a purple, misty but watery ball and chain on her leg, with some similar shackles on her arms. Silent walked up to her, staring at her from outside the thin bars of her cage.

”You may think you are in prison. But you aren’t. You just need to open your eyes.” She was confused, but then she blinked. When she opened her eyes, everything was black.

”Or I can always lend you mine,” He spoke monotonously and blankly. Suddenly, she realized what he meant, and she really opened her eyes, to see what he saw, and it was horrific. Everything was like some fuzzy fever dream, like a horrible memory she wished would just go away. She cringed at the sight of animals with the same, slightly mutilated bodies as him, all equally insane. Or maybe they weren’t insane.

Maybe they were, in fact, the wisest of them all.