Mcdonnuld

Prompt
You've never been so close to the ground as you are now. You've been lying here for as long as you remember, feeling the root inhabitants of the ground slowly encase you in their grasp. They never did budge, even if you tried to move or hurt them.

These plant root-like specimen were common among the area you lived in, and most of them looked alike in the sense of facial features and size. Their mouths and eyes were carved out like a jack-o-lantern; staring endlessly and their mouths agape, they used to drive chills up your spine, but their appearance doesn't irk you in the slightest now.

You've lived here for most of your life. You're used to seeing these root creatures scattered around the area, sometimes they manage to make their way into your cottage. Out of generosity, you tend to make and feed them breakfast when you wake up to them in the morning.

Why are they turning on you now, though? They aren't. They have an innate response to collecting artifacts on the forest floor, and they don't even know that ggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggimped people like to eat libtarps to dinner

Jarioes? Nah. Joghn Qwackies on my backpicks?