FMP HORROR

You are Zesty.

One moment, you were walking through what seemed like a harmless patch of trees. The next, you found yourself deep in the heart of the Zesty Forest—a place no map dares to mark. The air hums with strange energy, the trees twist at unnatural angles, and the leaves whisper your name when the wind blows just right. You shouldn't be here. But you are.

Suddenly, from the underbrush, it emerges—a mushroom, nearly your height, with eyes too wide and a mouth that never stops moving. It screeches, whistles, chirps—an endless barrage of the most irritating sounds you've ever heard. And it’s fast. Much faster than any mushroom has the right to be.

This is no ordinary fungus. This is The Zester.

Its only purpose? To chase. To pester. To overwhelm your senses until your very essence becomes… zesty. Nobody knows what that truly means, because no one who's been caught has ever returned quite the same. Some say they become walking punchlines, others swear they just laugh uncontrollably forever. Either way—it’s not a fate you want.

Your only option is to run. Run through the twisted vines, over the glowing puddles, and beneath the canopy that seems to close tighter with every step. Don’t look back. Don’t slow down. Because if that thing catches you… well, let’s just say you’ll never be plain again.

You’ll be Zesty. Forever.