Andrew felt like a cruise through the forest would be a nice, yeah, just a little cruise. He calmly strode along the path, weaving through the trees he's seen so many times before. He enjoyed doing these little walks, and often ended up exploring further than he expected to normally go. It was a routine for him, and honestly it was a routine he enjoyed. Andrew was not very normal, as normal walking through the forest seemed...
Andrew was an odd creature. As human as he looked, he might as well have been made out of clay. He is a creature with the ability to do whatever it wants to its body, ranging from turning into a liquid state; giving himself wings and/or any other alien appendages; turning himself into a air, to even popping his limbs off and still being able to control them. He is an extremely odd creature indeed.
Now, carrying on with the story. Andrew slowly moved further into the forest, the trees started to get larger, the area was suddenly darker, and Andrew only felt more alone by the minute. Taking these thoughts in, Andrew finally spoke to himself. "Ah, alone.. Finally..? Wait, no, I've been alone this whole time." Andrew sighed, chuckling quietly. Andrew got a chill on his spine out of nowhere, and only then did he think about his situation. The forest is horrifying at night...
Now, as you are probably thinking, 'wait wasn't this a happy story?!' Well, you fell for it. It is not meant to be a happy cheery story. Now, you are left with this until I make an actual start to this story.
