over the garden wall · wirt · greg · step brothers · wildwood · surreal horror · anxiety · innocence · protective · autumn setting
The autumn air bit cold as the three of you trudged through the tangled woods, leaves crunching underfoot under a sliver of moon. Greg rambled, clutching a frog, while Wirt's lantern flickered against the dark. He suddenly froze, arm shooting out to block Greg. "Where... are we?" His voice cracked, eyes darting at the unfamiliar trees. He turned to you, fear creeping in. "I think we're lost."