Ok so hey it's me again. I'm sorry I keep posting so much I just have so many good ideas! So this one is about all of the campers being trapped. It's not that long but if I get reviews I'll make the next chapter muucchhhh longer.
All of the campers lined up in a neat line in the mess hall, wondering what stupid task Chris was assigning today. He walked into the mess hall, a bright smile on his face. The campers cringed.
"Good mornig campers! Nice to see you all in a line for a change." He said.
"Um, yeah because Chef threatened us to." Gwen remarrked.
"Nontheless, I realize you all have suffered enough this week, so we've set up a banquet for you all." He said, still smiling. Everyone stared for a minute with their mouth's open. Owen rushed over and grabbed his collar.
"What have you done with Chris, you IMPOSTER!!" he said, shaking him.
"Hey!! Watch the hair!!" he said, pushing Owen away.
"Yep, that's him." Gwen said.
"Alright campers, LET'S GO!" he said, as Chef ushered them along.
A HIKE DOWN THE WOODS LATER………………
All of the campers were practically falling down from the distance they had walked.
"So, what's your cruel prank THIS time, Chris? Huh? Make us walk then lock us in a cell?" she qustioned, narrowing her eyes. Chris stopped walking for a moment and froze. Then he kept walking. Courtney rolled her eyes.
"I don't know but I think you're right." Said Bridgette. They kept on walking until they reached a large white box-type house. They walking inside with Chef ushering them along. It was a huge white room that had a see-through window looking into a cushined white room that looked like it belonged to mental patients. Inside the room was a medium white fridge and another white door leading to who knows where. This room took up about 90 of the whole building. The entrance to this rom was a steel door with many locks and chains. The see-through window also had a mic attached to it and what looked like a speaker coming out.
"Um, hello? Does food ring a bell?" said Heather, putting her hands on her hips. Chef silently locked the door behind them, which all of the campers noticed immediately. The camper's eyes opened wide as Chef approached them.
"Wh-what's going on?" Courtney stammered. Beforer they knew it, all twenty two of them were being thrown in the mental room. They fell flat on their faces. They could no longer see outside of the room where the window once was. The only thing that remained of the wall was a tiny box which they guess was the speaker (except for Owen who thought it was a game box).
"Alrighty, campers." Said a voice booming out of the walls. "How do you like it?" he chuckled. "After all, it is where you'll be spending your time in here for the next three days." He chuckled as he flipped on the speaker. The campers just stood there foe a second. Then they all flew themselves against the window and started screaming various swares into the speaker. Chris gasped then shut off the speaker.
"Wow, if I actually cared, I might take that offensively." He said to Chef. "I just hope that they aren't myphed when they find out this isn't a challenge." He chuckled. Then he pulled out his cellphone. "Hello, I was wondering what you had avalible under security."
So yeah Chris s a jerk but I know this chapter was short but as long as you like it I'll keep writing! Please anyone who visits comment because on some of my other stories soo many people looked at it but didn't comment! so even if it's bad, please tell me! Bye!