Third person P.o.v

Wyatt,Haydn and Joyce were all walking home. They had gone a different way home than skye because it was around night time and against school rules to be out this late.
They were walking in the woods and heading back to the centurion house.
"T-These woods are S-So creepy…." Said Haydn as he shivered coldly
"Ha. Wouldn't take you for the scared type haydn." "I-m Not scared. Just tense " he explained. "Well maybe this will take the tension out of the situation"
*Phttttt* A small fart came from wyatt. It smelled awful but the smell dissociated quickly. "Ugh. Wyatt!" Haydn said angrily.
"Haha." He laughed.
"*Sigh* Wyatt that's so repugnant" Joyce said shaking her head in disappointment. Then she stretched her arms and cracked her knuckles.
"This is how you do it!"
*BRPPPPPPPPPTRTTTTTTT* An even louder fart came from joyce. It was so powerful that it caused her skirt to flip up un resurgence. It smelled 10 times worse than Wyatt's, as the smell of digested meat and soured candies floated around them all.

"God!" Wyatt said.
"You two are fucking disgusting" Haydn declared, Regretting his life decisions.
Haydn then realized something.

"Wait…. Is this the way back to the centurion House?" Haydn Asked. "I don't know…. It doesn't seem like it…." Joyce replied. Wyatt sighed and cursed at the sky. "Oh my god are we fucking lost?" Wyatt cried out in anger.
"Well to be fair, It's only our second day here on this island…." Haydn Snarked.

"Don't be fuckin sassy. It's your fault were lost!" Wyatt accused shoving haydn.
"Me?" Haydn asked confused. "Yeah you,. If we had just gone with skye we probably would have been back at the dorm already!" Wyatt said. " And who's idea was that!?" Haydn replied about to fight haydn.

"Guy's don't fight. Let's just keep walking and I'm sure we'll get back to the house eventually."

- 30 Minutes later.

They three young adult we're still lost in the forest. It was about 10:00 Pm and they were definetly tired. Luckily though they came across a clearing which was the perfect place to rest.

"Ahh." Joyce sat her large rump down on the grass. While haydn and wyatt just stood. "Holy crap…. It's only our second day here and we're already in deep shit." Haydn stated. "*Sigh* Cleo is gonna kill me for not being back by Now…." He loathed. "Meh. It probably doesn't matter too much. Tomorrow will just be more orientation stuff." Wyatt affirmed.
"Doesn't matter! I don't want to miss the first day of university!" Haydn cried.
"Gosh… And people call me a 'nerd'" Wyatt winked.

*Brush* They heard brushling from the bushes in the forest.
"W-What was that?" Joyce asked scared. "Probably just a deer." Wyatt replied.
*Brush* They heard it again.
"I don't think that's a deer" Joyce said again. "*Tch*" Haydn spit and picked up a rock and threw it in the general direction of the sound.

"Death…"

From the forest outside of the clearing came a pearly-white translucent object shimmered with a hazy bright blue. Slowly it came into focus like an object looked at through a telescope, but this phantom was close, very close. At first it's whisper was like the soft susurration of the wind in the trees, then as the ghost became more clear, more sharply focused, the whisper became an eerie rasping voice, moaning, groaning. Now they could see the form of a man with a silvery ragged line across his neck and gaunt soulless eyes.

Her porcelain skin was ashen, almost anemic; a cold sweat glistened on her forehead and her recessed cheeks; the moss of her eyes had turned into a leaf that was desperately trying to cling onto the last bit of its chlorophyll, its life. She had hair so black against skin so white and it made a contrast that only served to make the girl look all the more ghostly, all the more haunting; her lips that were once pink and soft, were now chapped and bleeding. She looked tired, sick in fact.

"My….My…. Children out at this hour…. How sinful." the ghostly woman said.

"W-What…?"
"What the hell are you…..?" Wyatt asked in fear.
"Death….. Incarnate."

It replied.

"Ok. That's creepy." Wyatt said in fear. "*Psh* Whatever, This is probably just a prank." Haydn stood up. "Haydn!" Joyce cried. Haydn walked over to the ghost."Remember our first day in freshman year in duel academy?, they tried to trick us with those zombie puppets? Yeah. This is no different than that." Haydn wound up a his arm and swiftly punched the ghostly entity. Only to discover that his hand had phased right through the ghost.

"W-What?" He stepped back in fear.

The Ghost frowned angrily. "YOU HAVE ANGERED ME." It yelled, It voice sounded like a knife slicing through a Erect lemon cake. From seemingly nowhere it pulled out a bunch of cards and leviated them around it.

*Woosh*
All the exits to clearing were blocked off by a mysterious Purple plasma wall. "You all will duel me for your lives." The ghoul demanded. "What… A duel?" Joyce said confused. "Why do you want to duel us?" Wyatt asked.
"..." The ghoul was silent. "G-Guys let's not question anything and do what it says before it gets impatient." Haydn advised
"R-Right" Both joyce and Wyatt agreed. The three young adults pulled out their duel disks. Wyatt's was blue, Haydn's was red and Joyce's was purple. They strapped them to their and prepared to duel the monster!.