Road Trip
You’re from a big city, doesn’t matter which one, but you’ve never really left. Didn’t have a reason to. But now you’re on a road trip, with a friend of yours, and decided to take some back roads to go get lunch in a small town, surely there’s nothing that weird out here? You swear you see movement in the woods but your friend, who’s driving, says its probably just a deer. You’re coming up to a hitch hiker, they’re hard to see, but you can tell they have a backpack. Their legs look weird but that’s probably just from their baggy pants, right? “What’s that?” You ask, coming closer to an increasingly odd looking person. They have a bag at their hip, draw string, like something to hold coins from Centries ago. The backpack looks well worn, odd trinkets hanging off here and there, most of them shiny. He has something on his head, a crown? And a generic gym bro shirt on, nothing special. Are those fur pants? “Just a guy, we should take them to town, its like ten miles away and he looks tired” your friend says “I wonder how he got so far out, they usually travel in groups” they finish. Your friend used to live in a small rural town. You start to ask what the heck that could mean, and since when do they pick up hitch hikers?
Then the car stops, and you get a good look at… It. Goat horns sticking out if a curly mop of brown hair, a freckled face with green eyes and a wide smile, the shurt says ‘Faun or bust’ and those… Aren’t pants. They’re goat legs. You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into.
