Wendigo Greentext Dump

>Don't freak out
>No sudden movements
>Everything's fine
>You're not going to react to the giant, deer-skull monster behind you
>You're just going to stay still right in the middle of the snowy forest, and maybe it'll leave.
>Oh God it's hands are on my shoulders!
>It can cover up my head with one hand if it wanted to!
>Just don't be afraid, and it wont kill me!
>Sweet Jesus it's bony face is right next to my head!
>I can feel its hot breathe on my neck!

"Ȳ͙̹̎̾̈́̐̀ͮ͛o͖̦̜̦̠̪̗ͯ̈́͑͆́U̷̴̠̫͚̓̉̄͂͝.͓͈̗̠̗̹͚̼ͣ͂́.̞̎̅ͪͤ͆͆ͮ͒̂͜ͅ.̶̧͙̳͈̠̪͈̩̒͜ ̝̟̤̲̖͈̪̼̈̂š̴̟̜̫̻ͫͩ̄ͧ̚͢Ṃ̭̿̚̕͜͞ę̗̪͓̰͗ͫͨ͘L̡̲͎͍̞̲̣̹̲̪ͦ̿̎L̵̠͈̤̘̮̭͊̍̓̋́̽̓͐͢ͅͅ.̸̢̫͍̺̅ͬͨ.̥͕̳̳ͨ̃̅ͩͩ̑̑ͪ͒͠.͈̩͖̀ͩ̃̂̅̏ͤͯ ̬̰̬̪͇̟̖̖͍̈́ͩ͒̚͜ǧ̢̰̗̲̯͖̈́͆ͬ̐̎ͧ͘o̱̫̯͙̟͚͔̟͂̄͊̏̽͢O̺̬̓́ͨd͚ͬ̓̒̑ͤ̚ͅ.̨͆̎̾͌҉̰.̸̜͖̜͔̤̿ͧͨ̚.͙̗̼̗̘̈́̎͋̇̽̎̊"

>W-what did it say?
>Is it going to eat my flesh?!
>Oh my fucking God I'm going to die!
"
ĭ̧̭́͟S̨͎̘̙̍̄.̵̵̷̪̰̮̟͍͔͕͕̐͑̿ͣ.̢̼͒̇̈́̋͌͟.̹̮̰̩̔̈͗̆ͦ̉ ̞̘̗͋̈͟i͙̜̹̊̓ͣ͂t̶͉̝̪̟͈̩̍ͣͧ͟.̦͗̀ͧͮ͊̈́̽̆͛͠.̶̗̭̹͉̹̬͎̳͑͆̽̋.̸̡̤̖͇͍̮̙̠̉̅ͫ̔̅͐̔͟ ̨̯͎͚̖͖͔̬̾̕c̸̙̳̅͋͜͞ǫ̵̧̩͖̠͙̞̠̐̉́͂͐̊l̛͈̦͑͐ͤ́͝D̴̵̖̱̘̘̠̪͇̟ͧͦͧ̒ͫͣ̓?̵̠̞͎̖͎̇ͮ"

>J-Just don't move!
>Not an inch!
>It's trying to fool me into looking!

"g̡̰̲͇͌̆͂̍ͮͨͫ͐͗Ḙ̢̙͔͈̟̻̦͒ͣͭ̓̂̓ͅt̨̨̟͚̮̻̣̭̱̩̝͂͊ͤ̆ͤ̌̂̀̚.̧̳͚̥͕̇̆ͮ̆̚.̵̠͕̰̈́ͭ͋̀.̷̧̖̰̖̜̙̻̹̟̲̽̌̔ͯ̐ͨ̀ ̸̲̝̠͙̳̜ͩͩ͊̎̇̾̋̎̑͠w͕̫͕̦̳̘͑ͧ͐̋͂̅͟͞ãͭ̋̽̾̋̈́̀͞͏͖͇̬̭̻R̶̶̮̣ͅM̼͉̫͓̙̙̞ͨͬ̍̇͜.̳͇̝̯̖̫͒̐̊ͧ͝.̜̯͙͔̹̣̦́.͎͌ͨ̋ͬ̀̍̚͡"

>It pulled me into its filthy hair and wrapped its arms around me!
>It's going to kill me!

>It hasn't ripped my head yet
>Or bitten off my skin yet
>Is it waiting for me to get scared and squirm for its amusement?

" w̶̷̴̺̯͍̼̮̳̃ͪͯ̅ͪ́̅́Ḭ̢͕̻̾̎ͩ̽̉̏T͓̼͍̓̂̾͋͋̕H̦̝̠̠̠̩͕̻̽̿̽̿͒͒̂͌ͯ͠.̧̧̟̼̗̬̈́.̴̷̠͔ͫ̽͂͆ͦ̽.̟͇͕̱͖͂̅̅ͫ͊͞ͅ ̳͈̩̱̟̜̦͍͐̉͋ͣm̤̞̪͙̩̬ͬ̎̅̆e̼̐̈̾̈ͦ̉̆̈́ͩ.̦͈̯̘̦̽͐ͤͅ.̞̟́̌ͣ͐̄.̹̟͖́̌ͪ̂̎̄ͬ͑͘̕͡ "

>I-It's lifting me up!
>It's taking me somewhere, probably to its filthy den to finish me off!
>For half an hour it carried me through the snow covered field
>It's disgusting fur makes me want to retch
>I steel my nerves and continue to avoid moving in the slightest
>Sure enough, I can see that it's brought me to a cave
>The inside is littered with bones, some bloody chunks of meat left in a pile off to the side
>It sits in the center of the cave, placing me down in front of it
>I want to scream
>I want to run
>But I force yourself to continue staying still
>It's worked so far somehow

"d͔̯̹̱̘͙̱ͬ̃ͤ̋ͦͮo̅ͮ͗ͤ̄̋̚͏̢̬̗̦̣͍͎͈͍̼N̡̟̮̋ͨ͜'̸̢̤̼͙͊̿ͮ̓̾ͬͦţ̬̥̩̞̬̪̠̽͌ͤ͂ͩ̄ͭ̊.̧̫̗̪͓̈́̂ͣ͂̕͟.̼̠͍͇͖͊͊ͪͨ̊̓́͜.̪̬̰̣͙̗̣̽ͯͬ͞ ̸̗̼̞͔͗ͨ̓ͨ͆̾́f̘̺̳̐̓ͫ̉̌͢R̞̯͈͔̫̜̫̄͋̃̉̎͜e͓̟͙̣̐̓͠ͅe̗͙̽͌̀͠Z̷̥͛̓ͫ́̃E̔́̾͑͏͈.̺̬̭̺̲̯͚̏̍̍̉̌̽̚ͅ.̲̜̥͔̭̰̲ͬ͊ͬ̿̈̏́.̸̥̙̣̾̎̐̓ͣ" it rumbles

>Like before, it pulls me close to its disgusting body with its arms wrapped around my body
>Worse yet, I'm face first in it's bony chest
>It's flesh and hair smells like rotten meat and bile
>I can feel its bony head rest atop my own head
>Is this... some sort of intimidation?
>The stench is unbearable, yes, but why is it doing this?
>I... better not question it
>Maybe I'm not doomed to die like I thought I was
>I just have to play this smart
>And maybe I'll get out of this alive

>It's been holding me in this position for at least ten minutes now
>I can hear it's strange breathing, the air blowing through its exposed teeth creating a shrill whistle as it breathes in and out
>I still don't understand it's motive yet
>I may not be a winter wasteland monster genius, but I certainly know the majority of them can be summed up as this: really fucking hates humans
>Some just kill them, some freeze them alive, others eat the flesh and bone
>But I haven't read of one that stalks humans through the forest, kidnaps them, then hugs them in their den

I̐͋̄͑̏̂̾Ś͑̀͏͉̯̯̠̞͉͡.̖̦͓̪̞̻̍̿ͨ̄̄̓͋̓̓.̶̴̢̖̘̻̙̥̞̼̰͈͆̀͑̊͒ͥ̀.̤̪̑̏̑̀̿́̀͗́͢ ̸̙̣̠͚̯̲̹́ͭ̑͘ȋ̝̟͎̖͍̰ͨͤ́͟t̢̞͉ͯͪ̔̿̏ͮ͗̄͟͡.͇̞̜̟̻̀̄.ͭ͏̛̣̞̠̘̜̕.̥̼̟̬̹̠̫͒̿̀̍ͭ͞ ̴̽̍̾͗͂҉̟̗̫͞A̛̟͍̠͉͕ͥ̿ͩͨͥ̑L̨̯̭̩̠̳̈́̄̓̎͌̋̑i̦͕̩̱̽̆͌́͌ͧv̱̙͕̞̠̥̪̓ͤ̽͡Ē̬̺̤̞̲̭̇ͥ̽͌͟?̫͈̹̗̮̗ͧͪͪ̿ͣ

>It's asking me something
>It's words are very hard to decipher
>It's voice is distorted and hushed, combined with that strange whistling sound it makes with its pale white skull
>It sounds, for a lack of a better term, unnatural
>Like a cat that sounds like it's speaking English
>I have to guess at what it's saying
>Something about me?
>Alive?
>Is this thing... worried about me?
>I'm... going to risk it
>I'm going to move
>Slowly, I don't want to get gutted
>It's either this or have it assume I be dead
>And I join its meat pile off to the side