While still uncertain, the apprehension clawing at your being finally caves in, and you reach down to take the silver piece of jewelry into your hands.
You flinch and nearly drop it just as quickly, the silver surprisingly hot to the touch, and to the point you worried it was burning you despite the fact you were still holding it. It pulses with a faint light in your hands, as though it was teeming with life, magical in nature even.
And then, you hear it. Another voice, so similar to those of that latex bat, yet so different.
Though we have fallen, our will shall guide you forward.
Recoiling with a grunt, you shake your head free of the voice; glancing at the pendant in your palm once more. Maybe it was actually important after all. Having bats and magic jewelry speaking in your head was already freaking you out enough, though.
...Ah, screw it.
It was clear that just turning away from all this and going back home wasn't an option . You'd already seen some poor dude get attacked and transformed into a latex creature, and that latex bat clearly had something in store for you. If you tried to back out, it'd probably track you down and change you itself.
You'd seen three by this point, and there was probably more.
Slipping the pendant over your head and tucking it inside your shirt, you admitted it was a bit too fancy to fit your current wardrobe, granted your clothing consisted of nothing more than a shirt, shorts, and pair of flip flops. In your defense, it's not like you expected a simple night walk to be interrupted by living breathing monster animals made of rubber. Bit of a pity you hadn't at least thought of bringing a sweater, but regardless...
You glance around the surrounding grove and recall you had been running without any care of where you were going; reminding you that you were indeed lost.
Well, that meant wandering the woods till you either inevitably met your doom at some latex monkey swinging through the branches above, or managed to make it back to town where you had a feeling things wouldn't be any better.
Well, again, that bat must have given you the pendant for a reason. Or maybe it was just some glorified object forever bound to your soul and meant you belonged to it now. Who knows.
Groaning and running a hand through your hair, you break into a light jog; resolving to at least try to make it back to town and maybe find and potentially help anyone else who's in a situation like you, alongside investigating.
Your choice of less than ideal, if skimpy footwear, does little to suppress your steps as your sandals crunch against the underbrush, following you back to whatever remains of civilization would remain.
And from the shadows of the forest, as you might have off-handedly assumed yet not fully pursued, the observant eyes of the bat watched; fangs widening into a smirk.