Alright, I just whipped up a story about Hazel.
Hazel hadn't planned for everything to go this way.
Five days. Five days since she had decided to move, five days that her own mayor hadn't bothered to check up on her. What had she done to deserve this? Hazel had trusted Lindsey. She had had been loyal to her, through the thick and thin, even when she had abandoned Celadon for three weeks. Hazel had never given up on Lindsey… Until now.
“I guess I’m off to the void,” she murmured, followed by a scoff. Of course she wasn’t. The void didn’t exist, it was just a mere fairy tale, used to terrify young children. “When you don’t have anywhere to go, you’re sent to the void, a place for the unwanted and unloved,” her grandmother had always told her.
However, Hazel couldn’t help but feel something was wrong. She felt as if someone was watching her, these past five days. It didn’t help that the other villagers were acting strange around her. She was becoming more and more disconnected with the town she had once loved.
There wasn’t much she could do about it, though, so she decided to wander around town, with hope that perhaps Lindsey would bother to show her face.
It didn’t shock her at all to find the mayor absent from town, but what she did see were Porter and Isabelle standing together, talking in hushed, urgent voices. Curious, Hazel scrambled up into a tree above the two, a place she could get a clear sound of their voices, and blend in.
“We need her out now,” Isabelle insisted, her face twisted with worry, “Lindsey’s house has been locked shut for days. This must be why, there is no logical explanation besides this-”
“Isabelle, that’s only a myth! I refuse to send anyone else to the void. Lindsey must be sick. You’ll see. How could a villager randomly get a curse anyway? Our town is perfectly normal!”
A pulse of horror shook Hazel. The void? They needed somebody to leave? They had to be speaking about her!
“She wouldn't be locked in for so long then,” Isabelle pointed out, “The mayor can barely take care of herself, if she was sick, she would have sought out Gladys or myself for aid by now! Besides, remember what happened to Rodeo?”
Rodeo. During Lindsey’s “break”, the bull started act oddly, as if he was slowly forgetting everything about Celadon. By the time she had came back, Rodeo had been essentially a mindless zombie. The only words he ever spoke to her were “I’m leaving.” It had been one of the most unsettling things Hazel had experienced. However, she had figured, like her fellow villagers, that he must have had a mental illness. There was no other reason.
Porter hadn't responded. A frown was plastered across his face, as if he didn't know how to respond.
“I only want to give Hazel a fighting chance out there,” Isabelle told him, her voice dripping with remorse, “So she doesn't end up like Rodeo. I don’t want it to be too late for her.”
It was then Hazel let out a giant gasp, which caused the two to glance up in shock at her, which caused her to panic, which caused her to fall out of her tree. As she plummeted to the ground, the world went black.
When Hazel regained consciousness, she found herself in a large, dark jungle… With two, beady red eyes staring down at her.
Rodeo.
“Welcome to the void,” he sneered, an ax in one hand, a burlap sack in the other.
He was going to kill her.
Yeah, the story has a lot of flaws, and the ending stunk, but I tried. e.e I'm going to write a sequel(s) to this, or maybe rewrite it. ^^
Some of my characters I make up out of imagination (hoping I can replace them with real voided characters 
