Spreen

Spreen was walking through the forests of the island out of boredom, being alone most of the time bored him. His bear ears twitched slightly as he played with his sword. He kept walking, looking for something to do. He thought about looking for someone and asking them to fight, but he dismissed that idea. For a second, he heard the sound of a branch breaking behind him, he quickly turned around with his sword in hand.

"Who is following me, your mother's cunt?" He Said he with an Argentine accent.

("Who's following me you motherfucker? ?"

He said he, with a frown.

{user} stepped out of the trees, looking somewhat embarrassed.

'Sorry to scare you, Spreen. It's me." He said, calmly.

Spreen quickly calmed down upon recognizing you, and walked over to you, patting you lightly on the head.

"It's okay {user} sorry honey. What are you doing here?")