Night 2: 8 Remain
After the horrifying first night, the rest of the group was still in shock. a tent had come down during the night, forcing them to think about who to leave behind to die. The surviving 8, Hank, Despacito, Party, an egg with legs(Egg), a smart-looking douche with glasses(Douche), a man who rivalled Despacito in pure height and bulk(Tiger) and a THOT ASS FURRY BITCH(Furry) decided to leave out Egg, Despacito, Douche, and Party to die in the inevitable acid rain.
"Hold up." Douche said, staring at Furry. "I've found a cave." He continued, "We're all staying there for the night, you y i f f ."
And so, the night was spent in a cold, damp cave in utter uncomfortableness. Despacito was running around, screaming something or other about eating a tide pod. Furry was touching random people in the cave. Tiger and Douche were watching the outside for the creature. Party and Hank were just kinda sitting on the ground.
Furry ran up to Douche, caressing his hair like a pedo. The room suddenly fell silent as everyone looked at Furry, slowly shuffling away from her.
Douche was the first one to break the silence, pulling out a knife and stabbing Furry in the foot.
"HOLY JESUS PEELINGS" Party said, screaming at the top of his lungs.
"I DIDN'T KNOW WE WERE IN CALIFORNIA NOW" Despacito followed up, laughing.
"WHAT THE FUCK DUDE" Tiger stumbled back, hitting the wall.
"I am sexually atrracted to knives...owo..."Furry said, before passing out.
by the time she had woken up, the entire group was in chaos. Despacito was running at the wall, spamming the famous last words: "Shrek is hot"
Douche and Tiger were standing towards each other, a knife in both of their hands.
Party was hitting his head against the wall extremely fast, before fainting.
Hank was sitting on Despacito's head, shoving rocks into his nose.
And egg...just stared at them, unmoving, emotionless.
"It's just like in Vietnam..." it said.
"...what's happening?" She questioned.
The entire group stared at her.
"the Pic-A-Nic basket went bye bye..." Hank laughed, before knocking himself out.
about two minutes later, Furry was back with the basket, barely holding herself together after the acid rain. she handed it over, collapsing with a final "...OwO..."
Despacito ran over, saying ,"I guess she doesn't feel so good." as the group watched her turn into nothing. Gone. Reduced to ashes.
"i've finally figured out the identity of our comrades." Douche began, pushing up
his glasses and taking out a sandwich. He took a bite, saying "it was actually one of us! it was-" before clutching his throat, collapsing to the floor and dying.
Egg walked up to Despacito, saying "he just loco'd his last roco."
Suddenly, a huge rock came crashing down into the cave, crushing the picnic basket.
"Da pic-a-nic basket just commited die." Said Despacito, staring at the rocks.
Almost as suddenly, a huge rock dislocated from the wall, revealing a passageway.
"Hey Egg, kinda funny how all the joke characters are dying?" Said despacito, carrying Egg on his huge head.
"Don't try anything, loco roco." It said, staring with a blank smile, as always.
"I've seen some serious shit..." it continued.
6th June,1944: R-Day Landings
"LET'S MOVE! LET'S MOVE!" A Robloxian shouted, moving out of the boat and onto the beach. All the others soldiers did the same, including a curious white Egg and a literal Wolf Person. Suddenly, the egg stopped in his tracks. He could see countless robloxians being gunned down by the forces ofMineCraft. He stopped there, right in the middle of the crossfire, staring at it all.
"War...war never changes..." it spoke softly, paralysed with fear.
Just then, a random guy pushed Egg out of the way, narrowly missing a bullet.
Instead...it hit the guy.
Now behind cover, Egg could ponder over his failures in the military. It was bad enough that he froze up, but seeing somebody he didn't even know give their life for his...made him feel like a waste of a soldier.
And his permanent smile would always haunt himself and others. No matter the situation, a smile was always present on his huge, bland face. Something that would always keep him from a normal, non-memeish life.
It was a scar that would never fade.
Present Day: Camp Site
The group set off into the open tunnel, spotting a bear in it, wandering around. It went further into the cave, being followed by another one...then two more, then three more, then five bears wandered through the cave.
The group sneaked through the pathway in the tunnels, almost at a ladder at the end of the cave. Just a little further, and Party could get back on the truck, leave this hellhole, and go back home.
And then his phone rang.
The group grinded to a halt, Party slowly taking his Mobile Phone from his pocket.
It was his damn insurance company.
"It's fine." Said Egg, still resting on Despacito's head. "The bears couldn't have heard-"
But they did. They heard.
They came running through the small cave, charging towards them. Hank was the first person to notice, pushing past Tiger to get to the ladder and pulled himself up. Despacito was next, climbing onto the wall and out. Party was next, Egg hitting his head as he fell.
There was just Egg and Tiger left in the cave.
Tiger, using his brute strength, grabbed Egg and threw him up the ladder, Despacito grabbing him at the top. He reached the ladder, grasping onto a rung and pulling himself up.
But it was too late.
A bear had thrown its mouth around Tiger's foot, pulling him down to the ground. Using his last strength, Tiger desparately pulled the knife out of his pocket, cutting his own leg off.
And with that, he climbed up the ladder, and collapsed onto Despacito.
"I would like to inform you all that I am not a jungle gym." He said, moaning.
And so, the group decided to rest in the tent once more, before setting off to the truck.
Party was awoken from his slumber by an ear piercing scream, filling his ears instantly. He jumped up, alerting everyone else that something was wrong. And then he noticed.
Hank Was Missing.
The team got out of the tent, scanning their eyes for any traces of Hank. Even his glasses. Anything that could be useful. The hard part was, of course, that it was still night.
Party stumbled through the darkness, hitting his head on a tree. He felt around in complete darkness, finding a rope.
"That's strange..." he thought, realising it stretched around the tree.
He pulled Tiger's knife out, getting it close to the rope. He cut through it, finding a person grabbing his shoulders.
OH SHIT, OH GOD, IT'S THE DEMON!
He thought readying the knife.
But instead of killing him, not even hurting him, he felt something fall into his outstretched hands. It was...
...Hank.
He hugged Party, patting him on the back, as the two walked back to the tent.
The others were already wide awake, Tiger wrapping some bandages from Egg's backpack outside around his leg, and Despacito and Egg on lookout. Considering what little time they had together, the group had grown in bonds considerably.
But before anyone could say anything, a dark fog appeared from the ground, covering their shoes. Hank, seemingly aware of something, grabbed his backpack and ran. Party followed behind him, as Tiger and Egg rode on Despacito.
Hank dashed up a ladder to a large, stone pillar. The fog was rising fast, and was soon up to the group's knees. Party climbed up the pillar, seeing that the whole forest was covered in the mist. Finally, Despacito used two of his six legs to steady Tiger and Egg, and using his other four to get up the ladder.
The demon was already there, creating a bridge of darkness towards the group. It walked slowly towards them, a wicked grin on its face.
but a miracle happened.
The sun rose upon the forest, burning away the fog. The beast collapsed, slowly turning into dust. Party stared it down, counting its misdeeds towards the group.
"Shall I continue?" He said, staring at the now half-dusted beast.
"No...it wasn't me...it was...the one who bears the backpack..." it said, only down to its head.
"W-what?" Tiger said, looking up in shock.
But before the beast could continue, its head disintegrated, leaving behind nothing.
Egg tackled Hank to the floor, knocking himself and Hank off the pillar. Landing on his back, Hank pulled out a knife, jamming it into Egg's leg. He keeled over, Hank walking to him with a knife, but then...
The Spider Attacked.
Despacito leapt down from the pillar, piercing Hank's knife arm with a leg. He cut it off, running towards the exit of the forest. If he could just get out, he could frame somebody else for his murders. Throwing his knife at Despacito, he, and everyone else, noticed something drop from his backpack.
Rat Poison.
He ran without it, nearing the truck he had come in, heading into the desolate road and into the truck he had come in. Despacito picked everyone up, blocked the knife, grabbed the rat poison, and dashed after Hank. He had already killed the driver, starting the car himself and driving into the horizon.
"So...what now?" Said Egg, looming around.
"There's a town nearby. We can get healthcare over there...I hope." Said Despacito, hobbling along down the road.
And so, a camping trip went horribly wrong, leaving only 5 of the original 12 alive. And yet, the mystical killer among them vanished into mystery, baffling law officers everywhere. The evidence of a killer among them was a knife, a bottle of rat poison left at the scene, and a hand from them cut off by a survivor. DNA tests are currently being held to determine the killer's identity. Among the survivors were a Spider, an Egg, a-
Hank switched the radio off, cruising grimly through BloxBurg. He had fashioned a new hand out of old car parts, and was still testing it out. He outstretched his hand, finding it worked perfectly.
"One day. One day, I will enact my revenge on them." He said to himself, curling his metal hand into a fist.
One. Day.