they're coming to take me away hahaaaa

A strange sense of urgency had forced Wendigo away from home in broad (relatively speaking) daylight. He'd just started walking, his chest heavy with anxiety, and kept walking with no intention of stopping. His thoughts raced too fast for him to follow and he was left unable to really process how he was feeling or what was happening to him. The one constant thing he did understand was an ever present feeling of dread. Every which way he looked the shadows lurked with face-peeling apparitions who waited for a chance to turn him into a coat.

Something dripped from his face. Wendigo lifted a paw to his cheek and wiped away a warm, sticky substance that glowed. He wiped at his other cheek and found the same substance there. Now both of his front paws were stained with the glowing liquid. Wendigo touched his paws together and felt the substance roll like oil between his toes. As he did this more began to drip off his face staining the ground below. He took all of this in and began to giggle. The liquid began to dribble out of his mouth and his ears too until it felt like he was going to drown in it. As he sat there a living fountain, all Wendigo could do was laugh.

He wiped his face again, coating his paws anew, and howled with laughter at the sight of them. His upturned toes, splayed wide, dripped with the viscous, glowing substance. Was it funny? He couldn't say.

"Speech"