AN: This is the first chapter that doesn't have a prewritten manuscript, apologies if it's weird TwT
Scunt: Actually, no it wasn't a reference. Guess my subconscious is just going the extra mile?
"We could either go hunting or cook something else." Mundy turned back to Scout. "Hunting, durr!" "All right, go change to something more appropriate and meet me at the porch." Sniper waved him off with a grin. Jeremy nodded and ran off to the bedroom. Mundy stepped out the front door and walked into the woods. He traced his fingers over the tree bark till he found exactly what he was looking for; an unassuming tree marked with a carved x on the trunk. He reached up and inside a hole in the trunk and his hand met something cold. Aha! He pulled out his spare rifle and smiled, grabbing an ammo case with it. Spare might not have been the right word, seeing as he had a ridiculous amount of firepower hidden on the property. He turned back and waved over to Jeremy, beckoning him to follow. "That's your outfit?" Mundy eyed him. He was dressed like when they were in RED, only difference being he was missing his non-essentials. "What? Your just pissed ya can't pull this off." He brushed invisible grime off himself. "In what way?" Scout's face flushed and he pulled his cap down. "uknowhatimeant..." Mundy handed him the rifle with a smirk, but internally he was dying of laughter. "Come on, we got a long walk till we get to my other stand." Mundy motioned forward. The pair talked on and off through the hike, the forest making ample conversation when they didn't. "Hey Snipes, did I ever tell ya about the time me and my buddies Ellis and Kei-" Sniper put a finger to Jeremy's lips. "Hear that?" Mundy lowered his hand and held it out to block Scout. 100 feet from them was an out of place deer, happily munching away at shrubs. "Get in front of me." Mundy whispered. Jeremy did as he was told, but he didn't expect what Sniper was about to do. Mundy embraced him from behind and raised the rifle up so the two of them could see. He lined up the shot. "Look through the scope, on target any?" He asked. "Yeah." Jeremy felt Sniper's grip loosen and the weight of the rifle in his hands increase. "Shoot when you're ready." Jeremy focused on the dot and not the fact his crush was straddling him. His finger brushed the trigger. "Inhale...exhale." Bang! The deer collapsed. "Haha! Got it!" "Bonzer mate!" The pair high fived, both briefly forgetting how they were only centimeters away from each other's faces. So, Scout instinctively did what he always did. BONK! "Ow! Bloody-!" Mundy yelped. "Haha-snort-chaha- that was your fault! What'd you expect!" "Not you headbutting me! Mundy palmed a hand over his head. "Crikey..." Scout half giggled half snorted. Sniper rolled his eyes. He offered a hand and pulled the boy up. "Now, for the hard part." He motioned to the body and for Jeremy to follow him. "We only need about half of this; I'll scatter the body when where done." Jeremy crouched. "C'mon roo, it's not gonna bite or anything." He said, noticing Jeremy's hesitation, he patted the ground next to himself. "Besides, I've seen you covered in guts before and not bat an eye." Jeremy sat and brushed a hand across the still warm fur. "For now, I'm going to handle this, but soon this is gonna your job, so watch close." Mundy pulled out a blade with a little hook on the back edge. He made a little incision above the shoulder and flicked his eyes back to his apprentice. "You alright?" he asked. "Yup, just thinking. I mean it's really sad I shot her, but I'm also really hungry n'stuff, so it's not sad? I dunno." It was a half true lie, he was hungry. But what was more prevalent was three minutes previous. Most straight guys don't jump at the idea of straddling their best friend. Was that an Australian thing? Or a Sniping thing? Or maybe it was living alone in the outback sorta thingie. Scout puzzled. Meanwhile Mundy took the hooked end and pulled away the skin of the doe, revealing deep red meat. He looked back over to Jeremy, who was looking intently yet so distant at the carcass. He remembered an old trick his dad had taught him, the ole' blood launch, a trick great for getting distracted mates' attention. He smirked and dug the blade halfway into the flesh. "Hey, Jerm, what do I do next?" "Uhh, cut under the ribs?" "Nope!" Mundy yanked the knife out, splattering blood all over Jeremy's face. Jeremy looked at him in pure shock. "Ohouhooho, you did not!" Jeremy dived at him, a fierce smile growing. He dug his hand that wasn't currently preoccupied with pinning Mundy down in the corpse, which was surprisingly pleasant, and splashed him back. Mundy saw his chance and rolled Jeremy onto his back. "Gotcha!" He smiled, looking down at his squirming catch. He pulled the runner's arm up and writhed his fingers, making Jeremy yelp. It was almost barbaric, the ruthless and seriously uncivilized (tickle) fight. "Spy-haaaha- said this is a- form a torture-aahahah-stop!" While Mundy paused to think, Scout saw his chance to strike and drove a hand into the crook of his neck. He rolled his head into his shoulder, trying to block the attack. "Really-?" Mundy managed to squeeze out of the scuffle and rolled onto his back next to him on the forest floor. "Back to the deer. Don't want it to get mushy." Mundy smiled back at Scout and stood back up, towering over him. He pulled him up to his feet and felt around his many back pockets. Some butcher's paper materialized in his palm, and he gave it to Jeremy. "Here, wrap the cuts, would ya?" Jeremy nodded and sat back, crisscrossed applesauce. Mundy tried to do the same, but his legs were too long so instead he settled on punching Scout on the shoulder for teasing him about it. "Wait here, I gotta move the body." "Alright." "And don't go anywhere, I mean it!" "Heard ya first time ma!" Jeremy rolled his eyes. He was still going to listen though, cause the forest was seeming emptier by the minute. He counted the slabs to pass the time, but by the fifth time recounting it was getting a little uncomfortable. The forest was quickly losing its welcoming aura, making every little sound a little more disconcerting. "Ugh! Where is he even taking that thing! Antarctica?" Only the soft whisper of the forest responded. Jeremy swore he saw something pass behind a tree. "Sniper?" He readied into a stance to defend himself, echoing Scout-style karate. The breeze picked up slightly, masking any noise in the swish of tree leaves."Just somewhere it won't be found again." A cold hand settled on his shoulder. A shrill, girly scream rang out. "Jesus man! You coulda killed me! Or worse!" Scout turned around a kicked Mundy in the shin, who just kept on dying of laughter. "Not funny." He kicked him again, but a little less murderous than before. Mundy wiped a tear. "You shoulda seen your face mate! I wish I had a camera on me, it was perfect." He let out a few weak coughs and pulled himself back up. "Agh, lighten up some roo, don't look so butt-hurt." He smirked and tussled Jeremy's hair. "Let's just go back to the house, I'm done with your pranks." Jeremy waved his hand off, then punched him again, not in bad spirits, just to make sure he got the message across.
AN: Sniper's mindset be "make scout flustered= funny". Sorry if this chapter took a long time to get out, but I really do like it! Also, if you caught that, then yes that was a l4d2 reference :)