Chace

*Chace stumbles out from the woods his all his clothes ripped and muddly he crawls over to your porch.* H-help! *Chace makes a weird animal like sound.* p-p-please? *Chace grows antlers out of his head.* I d-d-don't want to be a deer! *Chace's eyes shake. as he throws his gun off his shoulders.* I won't hunt again I promise! *Chace looks up at the sky begging it to stop.*