☻ Weirdcore DTAE ☻ Estranger ☻

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TW: Weirdcore, lots of eyes, realistic eyes in image 7 Cryptic backstory: Ellie knows the rules. Ellie knows to walk quickly through the woods. Ellie knows it is always cold. Ellie knows n̶͓̏̓ő̴͔͙t̷̞͇͌͝ ̷͈͊ṱ̵̌͐o̸̧͑̕ͅl̴̨̑o̸̤̬̩̹͈̩͐̏͋̇͝ȭ̴̭͙̹͗͊͐͗̈́̽̕k̶̨̬͐͒͌̀̂̆̓̔̑ ̴̼̇̀̂͋͝t̴̡̡̛̺̤̩̤̰͍̮͐̉̃̔̔̇͘͝h̷̠̟͉͎̓̇e̶̢̝̤̥͊̈́̈̈͝͝ ̴̧̡͉̮͙̟̙̓t̴͔̬̬̤̖̊ṙ̸͉̺̭̺̬̲̩̌̈e̵͕̰̱̙̼̙̗̐̿̾́͑̈̈́͠e̴̬͔̥̤̯͔̜̎̂̒͆͝ṣ̷̣̖͛͂͊͋̅̈́̈͘͝i̸̧̝̗͎̭̤͇̥̰̻̲̱̳̥̙̣̼̞̩̤͗̃̽̿́̓̀̄͌̋͆̐̀̚͘͘͜͜͜͝͝n̸̨̡̛͕̫͙̗͈͇̬̤͉̮̩̠̬͍̦̹̈́̒͐̀͋̀̈́̋͠ ̶̢̼̝͉̖͙͎̮̰͎̤͙̞͙̫͔̫̺̖̩̏̍̈́̀̈́̊͛͐̃̈́̆̈͛̚t̵̢̺̘̗̦͍̘̻͉̠̀͌̓͒̈́̃͌̐́̔̋̊̂͠h̸̯͓͎̗̯̒̇̑͆̿̾̀̔̿̑͗̑̇͑̾̉̚͠e̸̡̧̛̜͕͈̤͚̱̝͔͉̟̭̣̰̹̝͓̞͙̳̩̲͓̲͊̆̈́͛̉̔̽̀̋͌͒̓͗͛̈́̆͌̑̅̕͜͝͝ ̸̨̧͖̞̺̺̩͔̠̗̪̹̯̜͙̲͉͚͓̩̳̘̟̮̞̘͔̊̾̀͊̀̓̋̑̑̋͌e̷̢̨̤͚̠͍̯͕̬̩̦̲̼̥̦͇͙̯͖̝͒̔͆̈̏̂̃̀ͅỳ̴̺̯̮͔̫̝̫̭͔͇̟͚̯̹́̚͜͠ȩ̷̧̞͈̤̦͔̣͕͙͖́͌̏̋̈̆̉͑̓͆̄͂͆͛͗̆̔̋͌͠͝͝s̸̨̻̺̞̪̉̈́̈́̌̍͌̀̾̎̂͂͑͊̿̐̾̐͛̊͝.̵̛̟̟͕͖̺̠̘͇̗͒͛͐͛́̂̋͛̌͋̚̕͜͠ Ellie knows how to stay warm. Ellie knows not to stay out past dark. Ellie knows to be very quiet. Ellie knows never to step in the lake. Ellie knows how to stay safe. Ellie does not like the cold. Ellie does not like the quiet. Ellie does not like ṱ̸̢̻̙̥͕̫̺̲͙̂̈́ͅh̵̪̗̪͕̜̦͛̀̆̚͠é̷̦̳͔̦̞̖̭̯̔̿̍͊ ̸̮͙́̂̔͊ͅẅ̸̀͌̄͒̆̂̔̀͝ͅo̶͓͓͂̉o̴̧͉͍͉͇͔̣̼͖̥͋̌͌̀̈́̚d̵̯̥̮̞͈̰̹͚̭̰͒̇͘͝ͅs̴̨̛̪͚̥̙͇͖͎̹̺͎̓̆̈̓̌̕.̵̡͉̗̫̰̗̲̒̄͝͠ But that is how it must be Ellie knows what happens if she messes up. i̷̧̨̗̹͕̱͔̘͚̥̗͙̾̽̈́̆̄ͅẗ̸̨̢̛̼̙̤̩̟̺̝͕̭̪͇̫̖̥̺̹͚́͆̃͜͜͝ ̴̧̹̣̥̪̥̣͉̺͇̩̲̽͊̐̍͑͂̈́̀͌̇̀̈́̈͛̓̌̊̚̕̚͠͝w̶̺̲̯͈̑̿̍͂̌̿̐͊̀͊͌͌͆͌̒͊̒̎̽̈́͆̚͝i̶͕̔̋̈̂̈͒̈́̉̅͘͠͝͠͝͝l̸̡̬̪̣͔̫̤̟͖͓̹͈̀̎̅̈̐̊͗̚̚ͅl̴̡͇̞͍̻̞͖̫̬̬̼̰͚͚̮̣̋́̈̈̉̎̀̃͒̿́̑̍͛̀͌̓͘͘̚͜͜͝ ̵̰̯̤̝̹͒̎h̷̫̗̳͔́ṳ̴̧̫̱͖̟͔̯͈̋̀̈́͒̈́̅̑̇̍̑̓͗̂́̍͐͐̎͒̈́͗̑ͅr̶̥̩͇͉͈̞͇͈̪̯̖̰̲͎̯̖͖̗̦͖̪̼̉̍͊͐̀̒͂̽͜ͅt̷͉̠̠̠̩̱̺̠̳͎̙͉̼̜̫͕̠͔͖̀̋̒̆̈́͆̈͌̃̂̎͜ i̵͓͉̭͆̋́͆͊̈͛̌̿̔̓̑̃̿̅͗̈́͐̊̈́͋̎́͘͘̚̚ţ̸̧̛̱̗̬̙̙̮̻̮̞̝̄͐́͂͑̅̅̊̅̓̀͂̆͂̊͊̐̂̒̎͋̀̍̓̆͂̅̃̿̋̚ͅͅ ̴̛̪͚̾̃̓̍̒̈̿͋̂͑̈́̉͗̆̀̔̈́͆̎͛̔̌̀͊͗̽̚͠͝w̸̛͖̦̾̌̒͆̉̎̉̓̆̒̀̓͛̓̆͆̈́͌̐̾̆̅̈́͐̅͛͒̄̐̓͘͝į̶̛̫̦̰̙̟̲̞̝͎̻̝͍̩͎̟̹̣͓̩̣̞̝̭̠̺̲̼̜͚̇̾̐͆͆̈́̑̆͌̓̒͂̌̊́̄̅̃̚͝͠l̶͎̋͒̈̄͛̎͗̑̃͝l̴̨͖̯͈̘͉͚̋̃͗̇̌̊̀͜ ̷̛̫̞̲̭͙͕̣͉̱̱͎̞̳̩͕̭̗̟̬͓̦̦͚̭͕͈̀͂͆̅͌̈́̔̓̉̄̇̑͝ḣ̵̛̳̬̘͉̼͕̮̦̯̞̲̪̘̆̓̐̿̾͊͋̉̀̏̐͊̾̍̉͜͜ͅư̷̦̻̠̮̭͚̟͓̥͙͈̞̏̃̑͂͛̅̀̉̄ŗ̸̨̣̩̗͇̖̳̳̭̹̱̰̰͕̮͊͑̅̇̇͗͗̆̏̉̃̓́̕̕͝͝ͅt̷̨͔͇̖͖̮͕̲̞̞͎̲̩̹͙͚̲̖̠͙̦̓̿̀͜͜͝ͅ i̶̡̘̺̤̬̦̖̗͈̭̮̺͌͊̇́̾̉̈̈̅͒͂̑̅͊͜͜͝͝t̶̡̲̥̻̬̩͚̦͙̖͉̝̘̫̞̟͚̫̗̭̱̺̱̺̉̾̽̉̋̐̈̔̍̆̈́̈́͆̊̌͑͋͒̍͝ ̷̧̢̢͈̣͙̗̫̬͚͕̝͔̰̩̯̳̭̟̺̲̯̰͖̰̺̑̓̀̈́̎̾͜͜w̴̨̢̳̥͖̼͓͎̞̗͈̲̱̪̦̜͑̆̑͆i̵̢͙͇̋̄͋̍̚l̴̢̘̺̜̱̥͚̟͓̖̩̥̠̘̘̰̫̞̫͍̲͔̼̘̖̘̿̈́̐͒̍͗̈̽̿́̾͗͌̌̒͒͌̈̓̓͐́̀̿̕̚͜͝l̶̡̨̧͍̺͚̖͇̠͖̟̀̾̾́̾̋͐̈͑̀͘͝͝ ̴̨̧̘̙̰̲̤̬̖̼̉̎́͆̕͝ͅḩ̵̘̭̺͔̺̺͉͆̂͐́̀̾̅̈́͆͛͗̔̋̓́̐́͗̐̑́̉̇̐̊̈́̅͊̎͋͜͝͝͠ư̸̡͚͍̌̆͗̎̈́̇͛̉̍̌̊̆̐͐̓͑̐̂̔̉͌͘̕͝r̸̡̧̲̲͈̣̪̺̥͉̖̹͇̖͕͚͓̝̯̲̝̯̗̠͔̼͇̱̦͕̮̻̉̍͒̓̈́̎͆̐̑̄̎͆͛͗̈̀̍̿͋͘͝͝͝͝͝͝ͅͅẗ̶͎͓̟̺͓̗͍͈̹͔̯̫̱̝̜̯̤̫̻̦̘͖̻̼̘̠͍̩͈͓̭̘̩͉̩̺̇̆̃͒̾͛͋̽̽͌̍̐̓͋͑̒̓̕̚͘͘̕͘͘͜͝͠͠ͅ Ellie knows this by now. Ellie knows why she needs the rules. Ellie does not know who these strangers are. They do not know the rules. They talk loudly. They walk slowly through the woods. They are not prepared for the cold. Ellie would warn them but she knows the rules. Ş̴́̿̌h̴̡̫̺̦̗̰̀͊̐̾̓̓̑͗̂͂̾̉̋͌͘ė̵̖̼͒͑ ̵͕̰̺̲̩͊̓̃́̓̔͛̈́͑̔́͒ḱ̴̛̛͇̘̮͎̪͉͆́́̆̀̆̓͐͂̂̈́n̸̢̺̝̺͎͚͎̜̦̦̑̒̌̓͛͂͋͋̾͒͋́̽̍ȯ̵̢̬͇̻͙̰͈̤̑͐̀̈́̽̓̈́̇̚͝w̸̪̯̍͋s̶̝̦̱̪̘̟͂̓̀̀̈̔̑͑͜ ̵̭̬͍̝̈̔̇̊̿̐̎̎̓̃͊̕w̸͓̞̠̺̩̪̪̼͠h̸͚͍̜̮͔̝̝͈̰͗̅̽̏̾̆̄͗̍̔̀͝͝a̷͓̟̙͋͆̔͘͝t̶̗̮̗̱̩͈̰͓̻̻̺̊́͋̍̑̚ ̴͉͍̇̂̒m̶̦̱̻̘͓̌̏̋͛̂̊͗̈́͑̉̊̚͘ư̸͕̰̫̬̗̓͋̏̅̽͛̌͘͝͝ṣ̶̛̭̯̯̥̏͑̀́͛̍̽̓̃̅̀̑͘͜͝ṱ̶͓̗̰̤̼̥͍̜͈͒ ̴͓̭̦̳̹͋̄̍̏̍̉͆̈̈́̈̋͠b̴͚̰͈̰͙̗̹̥̘͓͚̺͑̑͆̐̀̂͌̆͠ͅͅe̴͓̞̹̤̭̠̤̦͔̰͓̍̏̐̀̈́̐̈́͂̚̚̚͘c̷̨̧̟̘̝̼͔̹̩͖̭͔̥͊̎̍͝ơ̸̖͎͇̰͚̠̤̟͚̱̮̝̄̏̉͌͊̈́̓͐́̋̚͘m̷̭̞͆͒̎̿͑͑͑̆́͌e̴̛̺̞͈̜̝̗̞̰̬͂͂͛̚ͅ ̸̡̭̱͚̽͘o̴̦̟̺̣̙̘̓͒͆̍͒͜ͅf̶̨̼̬͎̬͕̤̼́̏͗̓̾̽͊̌̿́̚̕͜ ̷̢̡̟̼̲̲͕̞͇͈̏̍͌͆͗̈́̍̈́͆̕t̶̥̱̭̩͈͕̻̙̝̄͘͜h̵̢̗̞̤͚̗͖͚̩̟́ͅě̵̡̈̐͐͒̕m̸̛̘̪͍̰̠͇̖͊̊̇͂́̈́̀̊͐̓.̸̡̛̼̦̲̯͌̍̋͌̊̐̃̊̌̔͂͒̎̕ But then The strangest thing happens. The strangers attack the trees with sharp golden knives. The strangers run from the trees. The trees reach out to stop them. The strangers are leaving Through a stranger warped exit. Ellie does not like the cold. Ellie does not like the quiet. Ellie does not like this place. T̴͈͔͆̀̈́̓͊̓͗̀̀̋̈́̾̊ḥ̷̯̪̥̮̲͇̤̽̎͆̎̉̂̚͘̚e̵̠̣̲͕̪̫̲̝͝ ̷̨̨̡̲̹̭̖̥͈̹̗͍̳̼̓̑̊̀͠w̴̻̥̠̖̩̒͆̑̐̋̎̆͑͗̿͊̊̇͂́ó̷̧̗͍̞̞͔͖͖̭͕̼̩͚͉̼̀̊͛̊͐̇͘ȍ̷̢̼̮̪̮̹̤͋͐̑͝d̶̨̛̥̫͙̭͕̠̞̯͈͐͊̄̈́͌̓̍̇́͒̐̆̑̕s̶̜̃̂̍̓̈́̉̀͐̎̽͋ ̵̻̭̣̮̜̟̗̲̪͈̙̼̣͈̋̓͛̃̿͜h̷̡̧͈̪̮̩̝̥̩̙͉͕͇̻͑̀̀̕͝ǎ̵̲̟̬̻̲̝̪̰̣͈̭͈͈͆̍̀̏͝͝v̴̳͓̙͍͔̄̿͒̽͗́̓̌̈́̕͜ͅę̷̛͎̠̗̬̖̙̰̞̩͔̗̣̻͎͌̾͗̽͆̈́͛͂͝ ̷̡̖̮̞̤͚͈̟̘̒̽̅̽̌͝͝t̸̛̹͔͎̮̞̣͙͙̫̂̓̄̊͗̌̽̀̿̌͑͘͜͝a̴̛͍̬̦̤͉͈͇̟͒̽͋̾̄̑͂̋̄͝k̷͙̙̩̠̲̬͚̥̲̻̩̤̈́͊̃͜ͅͅẹ̴͒̀̎̈̀̈͊̚͝n̷͇͚̰̺͓͇͆ ̵̯͗̊͐̎̈̀̅̆̐̿̀̎͛̃è̷̲̟͖͓̯͗̑̅͘v̶̨̧̳̜̰̹̺͈̑͐͑̔͜͝ͅȩ̴̡͔͙͈̦͖̥̦͓̞͛̐̆͂̆͊͌͆̽̐͘͘̕ͅr̴̡̢̛̭̜̳͓̼̩̜̘͊̎̐͐̿̎̀̈́͌͌͐͜͜y̶̙̗̋́͗̐̒̑͂͑̈̽̐͌̕̚͝t̸̨̛̝̠̲̬͇͖̺̪̗͎̞̭̠̩͆͆̐̈̍̓̔̒̋̽́͝͝h̶̖̓͛̆̈́̒̎̊͐̂́̐͝i̶̼̥̲̘̙̠̬͔͚̯̒̇̑n̷̡̧͓͎̝̳̦̏̂̓͋̈́̎ͅg̵̡̗̪̤͉̘̘̼̪̓̍̀̒̅̏̅͘ ̴̢̨̹̭̥͖̣̤̞͈͖̤̥̻̔̒͌̃͂̀̐̐̒͜͝͠͝͠f̶̮̠̾̈́͐̑r̸̡̢̅̐̓̈́̎o̵̢̤̟͔̺͚͙̹͖͚̬͒̔̽̒͐́̈́̿̒̒̀̀m̵̖̲̩̰͇̗̲͉̜̫͍̖̫͚̿̈́͆͒̅̍̿̇̋̈́̚͜͝͝ ̵̡̛͕̟̫̰͈̦̈́̆̎̓̉̽̾̈́̓͘ͅḧ̶̗̮͇̝̗́̃e̵̱̣̿̎͛͂̋͋̽ŗ̵̙̥̬͉̂͋̊̄̎͝.̸̨̧̢͕͉̗̻͉̻̺̠̬̖͍̈̅̆́͂͌̇͐̏̒̄̚͝͝͠ Ellie runs through the woods. Ellie shouts for them to wait. Ellie feels the trees reaching for her. Ellie runs through the door. Ellie is still in the woods. But the trees cannot see her. And she can walk slowly. And it is not cold. And she can step in the lakes. Ellie's new friends are strange. They are loud. And they are bright. And they never feared the trees. Ellie likes her new home. Ellie likes it very very much.