[indent][u][b]October 28th, 4:09 PM
Hope Springs, West Virginia[/b][/u][/indent]

Harris watched Bubba as he collapsed to the ground, finally beaten. Harris stood finally, dropping the remains of the tree and sighing as he looked over the carnage.

The ones in the jeeps had gotten away, so there went his reputation as a cryptid, now everyone knew he was real, not that it really mattered, he was going to achieve full avatarhood in a little while anyway so he'd have a lot more to worry about than a few hillbillies knowing he was real, and hell, the whole planet would know he was real once he started working worldwide.

For now, he'd have to handle the unconscious hillbillies.

Now just to bring them into town, well, now that a great number of people knew he was real, what did a few more matter? Yeah, he supposed it was time to reveal himself.

[indent][u][b]4:30 PM[/b][/u][/indent]

Hope Springs was quiet that day, a few kids sitting on the sidewalks and smoking silently the only people here, well, except for those meth heads that had passed out as soon as Harris came into view, carrying every one of the hillbillies on his shoulders, not even using his hands, just using a few vines to secure them to his shoulders. The kids on the sidewalks looked up from their silent episodes of depression to see a giant bug man striding down the street.

Harris stopped and looked at the most pathetic looking one, clearly terrified about his future, and offered him a small smile and a flower, it was all he could do for the poor kid, who looked at him with a look of shock and wonder before he began to cry. Harris smiled at him and walked away, noticing an ever-growing crowd coming out of the wood-work to stare at him.

It was weird to be the center of attention for the first time ever, and a bit uncomfortable, but Harris could handle it. He dropped the hillbillies to the ground next to him and beckoned over the arriving police officers, pointing at the men as to demonstrate that they were criminals. Meanwhile, he noticed a small girl among the crowd. The girl broke from her mother and ran up, despite her mother's protests. Harris knelt next to her, she was adorable, precious even. Harris held up a finger for a moment as to stop her from moving and stop her mother from fretting. He closed his hand, and opened it to reveal a circular vine with flowers growing all over. He placed it atop her head and smiled at her delight.

This is what he wanted to do with his life.