Write a story about a 12 year old boy who finds a wetsuit in the woods at night and decides to put it on. He likes it but it is too tight. When he tries to take it off, he can't, it is sealed onto him. The wetsuit starts to control his movements.... make

In the stillness of a warm summer night, twelve-year-old Danny wandered through the woods at the edge of his small town, the moon casting silver beams through the canopies of leaves. He had ventured out for a late-night adventure, curious about the world beyond his backyard. The night air was fragrant with the scent of damp earth and wildflowers, punctuated by the occasional hoot of an owl. Danny had always been an explorer at heart, drawn to the mysteries of the unknown. He imagined himself as an intrepid adventurer, like the heroes in the books he devoured. The moonlight danced playfully on the ground, guiding him deeper into the embrace of the trees. It was a place of secrets, one where he often lost himself in daydreams of pirate treasures and hidden caves. As he squeezed through a narrow cleft formed by gnarled roots and ferns, a glimmer caught Danny's eye. It was an unusual sight among the earthy browns and greens: a strikingly vibrant wetsuit, nestled against a mossy boulder. It seemed out of place, the kind of wetsuit he had seen in catalogs for surfers, with brilliant azure blue and deep, wave-like patterns that reflected the moonlight in a surreal way. Intrigued, Danny approached it carefully, letting his fingers brush against the fabric. It felt strangely alive under his touch, as if it pulsed with energy. Without a second thought, he slipped off his clothes and stepped into the suit, shivering with excitement as it enveloped him. The fabric felt almost warm and surprisingly comforting despite its snug fit. It clung to him like a second skin, accentuating his wiry frame, although, he quickly noted, it was tighter than he anticipated. The material twisted around him, constricting his movements just a little more than he was used to. As he pulled up the zipper, a gentle but insistent pressure began to settle on his body, almost as if the suit were tightening, intentionally adhering to him. He shivered, not from cold but from an important realization inching through his mind; it was too tight. But the thrill of adventure kept him from panicking. Perhaps it was just designed to feel that way. Moments later, he turned around to grab his discarded clothes but noticed with a start that he couldn't pull the zipper back down. Panic lanced through him. "Okay, okay, just calm down," he whispered to himself, tugging at the zipper again. The suit remained unyielding. His heartbeat quickened, the tightness of the suit suddenly feeling more pronounced as it constricted around his chest, almost as if it were alive. He took a step back, violation creeping in. It was as if an invisible force had latched onto him, and a shiver of fear rippled down his spine. He tugged and twisted, straining to remove it, but the suit only seemed to tighten further in response. Before he could comprehend the meaning of it, a sudden surge of energy raced through him, coursing from the suit into his limbs. Without his consent, his body jerked forward, propelling him deeper into the woods. He was running, but not by choice. The suit commanded him, guiding him through the trees with an agility he never knew he possessed. Branches whipped against his skin, and the night air tangled in his hair, but the exhilarating speed was accompanied by a creeping dread. It was as if the suit was determining where he went, pulling him to some unknown destination. Suddenly, he stumbled into a small clearing that shimmered with moonlight, revealing an ancient stone well sprouting with untamed vines. Danny’s heart raced, both from fear and the thrill of the unexpected. It seemed oddly wrong for a boy to be there, dressed in a skin-tight wetsuit, under the watchful gaze of the moon. As he skidded to a halt, the suit finally loosened momentarily, allowing him a breath of freedom. He stumbled forward, landing on his knees before the well, the cold stone digging into his palms. But the reprieve was brief. Instantaneously, the suit clinched around him again, and he felt an inexplicable yearning, as if it were whispering centuries-old secrets in a language he did not comprehend. His body, suddenly invigorated, began moving again—this time forwards. The suit seemed to buzz, vibrating as though it was alive, as it urged him to peer down into the depths of the well. He had only glanced into the darkness when images began to swirl in his mind’s eye. Shapes and colors danced like shadows, mourning and echoing ancient songs that tugged at his very core. It felt like he was not just seeing but feeling the water flowing beneath, slick and cool, with endless possibilities. The depths beckoned him, calling him to plunge into the abyss. "No!" Danny wanted to shout, but when he tried, no words came; his mouth only formed silent motions. It was the suit holding power over him, its will overpowering his own. The world around him fell away, and the well's edge loomed close. He could feel the pull, a magnetic force urging him towards the very edge of the abyss. Danny wrestled with his inner self, trying desperately to reclaim control. Deep inside, he heard a voice, his voice, answering the call. It reminded him of who he was: a boy with dreams of adventure, not a puppet tethered to an enigma. He poured every ounce of strength and resolve into standing still, planting his feet firmly against the mossy ground. Although the suit resisted, it could not extinguish his will. The energy surged once more, more fervently, as if the suit were about to propel him over the edge. With a final, agonizing fight, Danny envisioned a life beyond this moment—his family, friends, the laughter of summer days, and a future that was his to mold. Gradually, he focused on pulling the energy inward, seeking to tether it to his will. Finally, with a jolt, the suit relented, loosening its hold one last time. Danny stumbled back from the well, chest heaving, as the moon’s silver rays cascaded down in a blessing. For a heartbeat, he stood still, feeling overwhelmed yet liberated, the well’s dark power dissipating like the morning fog. With a surge of determination, he gripped the zipper once more and with an unexpected twist, it finally yielded, sliding open to free him. The moment the fabric loosened, the weight of the suit slipped from his shoulders like a heavy cloak cast off. He peeled it away and flung it to the ground, panting, the adrenaline coursing through his veins like wildfire. As Danny stood before the well, he glanced back at the wetsuit, now still and lifeless in the moonlight. The forest wrapped around him in a serene silence, the unsettling energy that had once swirled around him now dissipating into the gentle rustle of leaves. He understood then that he had come face to face with something ancient and powerful. Adventure had beckoned, but in the end, he had found the strength to choose his own path. With the night still young, he turned away from the well, the moon guiding him back through the familiar trails, and in that moment, he knew he had uncovered more about himself than he ever anticipated. Deep in his heart, Danny swore to remember both the thrill and the caution he felt that night—a night when the woods whispered secrets, and he learned that true adventure lies in the choices one makes.