Hey everyone. My name's CR aka Camp Raptor. Im kinda new here, but I joined and realised: 'Oh my god. Theres barely any camp camp stories.' So im here to fix that!

Anywho, I was watching ep8 season 2, and my heart kinda broke when everyone started laughing at Max.

Max is the kid who doesn't have much of a life outside of Camp, and the way he acts, Neil and Nicky could easily be his first friends.

So seeing them just join the crowd and laugh really gave me some inspiration.

Anywho! On with the story!

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"Oh! And Max has a teddy bear. Eat sh*t, Satan!"

Max froze, stock still as he heard this. No way. There was no f*cking way that Gwen had actually just-

"First rule of buisness..."

And then laughter. That hell-abiding, mocking laughter. He could hear it. He didn't want to hear it, but he heard it.

Laughter.

Mocking.

Jeering.

Laughter.

Max's eyes flitted towards Nicky and Neil, both of whom began to laugh harder. It was as if they could see the well-masked desperation in his eyes.

He looked at the teddy bear which was still laid at his feet. It was a little worse for wear, cuts and tears in the fabric. One of the eyes was missing, and there were many stitches all along its neck. They were sewn well, but age was wearing them down. All in all, Mr. Honeynuts had seen better days.

The black-haired ten year old couldn't help it. He knew that it would undoubtedly attract a lot of problems and attention. But he couldn't just leave it there. No way.

He picked up the bear.

Silence.

Then the laughter continued. It was louder this time. Nerf was bellowing out his amusement to the point tears appeared in his eyes. Max growled.

They didn't understand.

They would never understand.

But he had to do something.

Giving them all a well-practiced death stare, he ripped off the head of the little teddy.

Silence.

"I have it so I can rip off its head. I wouldn't want to rip off any of yours. Yet."

Max stalked back to his tent. He was enraged. That b*tch had showed them his oldest treasure. Those assholes had just laughed.

His friends had laughed...

Gently taking out the sewing kit he kept hidden away on his case, he ripped off a string. Max didn't have much left. He would have to make it last.

He took out his 'needle.'

It was an old, rusty nail that he'd found when he was at his paren- Guardians.

Those f*ckers didn't deserve to be called parents.

Winding the string around the nail, he began to fix Mr. Honeynuts. This was how he'd gotten so good at knitting. He would use an old rusty nail to sew. If he messed up, it would mean impaling his finger with a rusty nail. It could get infected.

Max didn't like messing up.

As he finished, he hid the nail, thread, and bear at the bottom of his case, and curled up into a ball in his sleeping bag.

So what if Nicky and Neil had laughed? It didn't matter to him. They were just following Nerf's orders. But they were clearly greatly amused by it.

He could tell.

Because every time someone outside the tent would chant 'teddy bear boy' he would hear them try to mask their laughter.

And they wondered why it took him so long to trust him.

They hadn't done Jack-sh*t to prove themselves trustworthy. They just dragged him along on their little adventures. They just left him for dead at the wood scouts'.

And here was even more proof he shouldn't trust them.

Curling up into a ball, he cast his ivy green eyes to the roof of his tent, trying to ignore the terrifying shadow-puppets on the walls.

Why him?