The air was still. It was 8:00 am. Everything was calm, calm enough to seem normal. As rays from the hot New Mexico sun started to show through RED's team mess hall, a creature stirred. No normal creature. Not human. No, what lurked about in the shadows that encased the left side of the fairly bare room was not of this plain of existence. It was the RED team's scout. And he was hungry.
He flung himself in front of the large wooden pantry. He threw open the doors violently, causing them to creak. He amused himself by doing this because he was an idiot. And that's when he saw the Fruit Rollup box. The box was open, and he figured Spy had probably gotten to it first. But within the box, a silver shine showed through the dark; a wrapper!
"Heheheheh stupid French guy isn't gettin' dis dis time! Cuz I'm gonna get it. And then I'm gonna eat it. And then I will tell him I did dat! TEEEEEHEEEEEE!", Scout said annoyingly. He reached for the box. With great stupidity, he fumbled with the box. His one track mind was focused on the acidic taste of the sugary treat. But from behind him, a voice sounded with a bite of sadism.
"Looking for this?" Spy uncloaked behind him. Spy was a dumbass too, and he often partook in toying with the near mentally retarded boy. In his left hand he held a single Fruit Rollup. It was Tropical Punch flavored. Scout's favorite. And Spy knew that.
"TOO BAD FRENCHY, I GOT ONNA DOS RIGHT IN HERE" Scout held up the box. He was quite proud of himself, remembering that there was something in the box.
"Check again," Spy said all giggly and lolsy. Like an eel. A big masked and French eel.
Scout opened the box, and to his horror; It was an empty wrapper he had seen through the half opened box.
"YOU ASSHOLE! I NEVA GET DA SNACKS!" He screamed, yelling and squirming around on the ground. He had these seizures often. They weren't medical, and were often brought on by mental strain. He was really dumb, which can't be stressed enough, and that made these fits quite frequent.
"I will propose a deal to you, you little freak," Spy started, trying to conceal his excitement.
"EEEEEEEW, YOU PROBABLY WANNA LIKE, HAVE SEX WIFF ME, YOU GAY BUTTWIPE!" Scout exclaimed.
"No, please, that is why I have your mother. Now listen to my offer, or I won't hesitate to eat this."
The first statement went over Scout's head. The second hit something. If Spy ate it, Scout couldn't eat it. And Scout wanted to eat it.
"What is this offerasition?" Scout questioned. Little did he know what cruelty Spy held for this little man. The answer was a lot. A lot a lot. And it would only get worse.
"Take this camera. I shall inform you of your goal tomorrow. Sometime around 12:00. Got it." Scout got it. He got it really good. Spy was a total weirdo who made photo albums of his summer trips to Venezuela. He also wore gloves when it wasn't cold. These things made Scout skeptical of trusting in him.
"YOU FREAKY FRENCH PERV! I AIN'T TAKING PICTURES OF SNIPAH MAKING POOPY! DAT'S NASTY! NO WONDA YOU GOTTA WEAR DAT BACLAVA YOU FREAKING BUTTHOLE!" Scout blurted out. He was very stupid, but he knew Spy well.
On a good day, Spy would post pictures of Sniper taking a dump everywhere around the base. Because he was an ass. But today. Today he had more malicious plans.
"Oh no, I will not mess with the bushman today. As I previously stated, you shall know tomorrow, you spastic little moron." And with that he cloaked, and fell into nothing
Scout had a lot to think about for a man/boy of his intelligence. Like where did the Spy go? Why did he want to take pictures of something? Did he leave to eat the Fruit Rollup anyway? Too much pressure was on the boy. It hurt his little mind. He decided to have some of the month old Gorilla Munch instead. His jimmies were thoroughly rustled.
Far away, in the sewers of the fort, Spy nibbled away at a Tropical Punch Fruit Rollup. Because he was an ass.
TO BE ELABORATED UPON AT A LATER DATE