Third person

The more days that passed, the more Fritz hatred for the brunette male grew. He thought it was stupid that Scott refused to go anywhere near him. They had a deal where they both kept their end, now Scott was supposed to follow his order. But that's not what was happening, and that's what angered the chubby ginger male.

He decided to follow the brunette and watch him closely. Fritz had become curious of where Scott went to be social if he wasn't with the gang. Who else could he possibly be with if not with them?

Fritz followed Scott after he left his house that weekend to figure out exactly where he was going. He had to keep his distance, but he still stuck close enough to follow.

The brunette glanced around before heading towards the forest, unaware that he was being stalked on his way there. Scott had figured the day was quiet and that he was safe to go to see Vincent, but he was wrong. He was being followed by one of the worst possible people.

The ginger male didn't know anything in this area, except for the forest. Surely Scott wouldn't go in there, would he? The forest was one of the most dangerous places in town. Why would the brunette want to go back?

But he was, and Fritz was in shock. He had forced Scott to go in the forest before and there hadn't been a sound, but did that mean it was safe? The ginger male sure didn't think so.

He hung back and watched the brunette enter the group of trees. He had only seen him enter willingly when he'd forced him to. Otherwise, why would you want to go in there? Everyone always came running out screaming in terror.

Perhaps the stories were all hoaxes after all. If Scott could handle the forest, surely Fritz, seeing himself far better than Scott, could too.

The chubby male looked around the surrounding area to make sure it was secure. No one was around because it was early on a Sunday and most likely everyone was at church.

Fritz walked into the entrance of the forest, but was hesitant. He'd never been anywhere as close as this before and was actually quite scared. His heart raced and adrenaline started coursing through his veins.

Something about the forest scared him, even though he was supposed to be fearless, in his own opinion at least. No one was fearless, it was an impossible concept, but yet Fritz wanted to believe it.

He walked through the trees, listening for Scott's footsteps. He was falling far behind the smaller male and was losing his way, which only psyched him out farther.

He couldn't believe he was actually lost in the forest of all places. His mind started to play tricks on him in the shadows and he was scared.

The ginger male quickly ran back out of the woods and onto the road. He would figure out what Scott was up to some other time.