Very very short intro to some longer one-shot I'm working on for Kaji (Creepypasta OC)

A child stood in the middle of a crimson red lake, face covered by blonde hair. The child held a rope in their hands as they looked down at the water. There was nothing living in that lake. Nothing else was alive except for the strange child.

The sound of snow crunching under boots were heard as a man with platinum hair walked towards the lake. His hands were in the pockets of his pale blue varsity jacket as he walked towards the edge of the lake. The trees had stopped covering him the closer he stepped. As if afraid of something in the water.

The man stood at the edge of the water as his eyes focused on the child's bare back. The child's skin was an almost dead shade of brown, like the shade of a corpse. There was hole where the heart should.

The child's head slowly turned to face the man, eyes wide and animalistic as they met the man's. The child's hand tightened around the slightly burned rope as the man kept an indifferent expression on his face.

"Is that what I become?" The child's hushed and scratchy voice echoed through the silent woods as they fully faced the man.

The man stayed silent as his eyes narrowed through the shades of his sunglasses. There was no point in speaking. It was a waste of time. A waste of his voice. But he knew he'd speak eventually.

"I become you?" The child raises their hand, "A cannibalistic monster who made a deal with Zalgo to survive? That's rather pathetic. Rather shameful."

"Would you prefer to have let CAT have his way? Better a monster than a mouse stuck in a cage while a hungry cat sits on the other side." The man said flatly as he attempted to take a step back.

A hand snaked over the man's shin.

Then another.

And then there were too many to get away from.

The man kept his eyes on the child, knowing that once again, there was a reason you don't fight with the children. And you don't question reason. Not unless you wish for death.

"They miss you. Why don't you visit them more? It hurts them when you don't. It breaks their hearts. More than I did when we were here."

"They don't like me anymore. They cling onto you, but despise me. You cause pain, but it's okay for you to do that. I am not forgiven for surviving. I am the worm the fish couldn't eat because the birds got me first."

"But they cry when they say our name. They don't like it when you're gone. The wonder isn't as wonderful when they can't get me to speak. We're not as fun when we're quiet."

"They say things they don't mean. Everything they say is a little bit of a riddle. Everything has a double meaning. You're just too young to understand."

"But you believed them? You're me, and I'm you, so why must you be so difficult."

"I am not you. You might be me, but I'm not you anymore. You look nothing like me. You're naive, I am not. I've seen the end of this story. It's not what you want. Not what I wanted. It changes you into this."

The child kept its wild eyes on the man, before an inhuman grin spread across their face. The man kept his eyes on the child. There was no point to look away. It'd happen regardless.

It always did.

The hands had moved up during the conversation with the man and the child, now having pulled the man waist deep into the water. The child only stood up to their hips.

"Just do it. There's no point in waiting ALICE." The man said as the hands grabbed at his jacket, pulling him deeper into the water.

The child giggled as they finally began to move. They took a few steps closer to the man, raising their hand up and dangling the rope in front of the man. The man simply kept quiet, waiting for the rope to tie around his neck already.

"Tell them hello. They miss you. We miss you."

The rope made contact with the man's neck, resting right against the already existing rope burn, before the man was dragged into the crimson river.