It was dark.
it was damp.
but most importantly, it was everlasting.
The truck had been moving for what seemed like hours now. the lone man, commonly abrreviated to as "Party" twiddled his thumbs in boredom. Well, he would, if he had thumbs, that is. He stared blankly into the deep, inky black of a sky while rain poured down. H was sitting on the back of a truck, with 11 other individuals. They seemed almost as bored as he was.
"We're here! Everyone off!" a deep voice from the front shouted. It had been so long, Party had nearly forgotten what time it was. He looked upwards in confusion, seeing that the sun was already high in the sky, not a single cloud to be seen. It was Noon, for sure.
The group piled out of the truck, Some of them dashing into a bush to take a piss. Party coudn't blame them, they hadn't stopped once during the whole trip. He aqquainted himself with the surrounding area;The forest looked like it stretched on for miles. This is what people said when they thought it was unique.
What people said about Camping.
Before too long, it was getting dark. Party had explored the forest with a few other people. A great big hulking mountain of a spider, baring an everlasting smile on both of his faces. It wished to be known as "Despacito". There was another person too, a small, skinny guy who could give Scp-106 a run for his money when it came to having anxiety. He only said stuff when people asked him. He was known as Hank.
The group arrived back at the campfire, unaware to the tree above them. One of the group, a lanky yellow man, kept shouting "SHREK IS HOT" over and over again. Even despacito spider hated it by the end. "WOULD YOU SHUT UP?" Despacito shouted, loosening something from the tree above.
in that moment, the whole group felt their skin crawl.
a huge creature swung down, a rope around it's neck.
it was a body. a fucking body.
the shadowy humanoid lay there, a permanent smile on it's huge face. That face. it tore the group into chaos.
Hank dropped forwards, fainting at the sight of it. for one moment, everyone was silent, just staring at it. Without warning, it pounced on the lanky yellow man, known as Noob, tearing his skin apart.
The whole group ran, leaving Hank and Noob behind. he wasn't about to risk his life for theirs.
Then it happened, the acid rain. Everyone scrambled for the tents, including Despacito carrying Hank. A few of the group just stood there, crying and begging to be let in. Soon enough, they were all just piles of nothing in the rain. It washed away Noob's corpse, getting rid of the evidence. Now Party knew whwhat people meant when they said it was unique.
What people said about Camping.
