ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥 (platonic and romantic oneshots)

All Ghillied up

Nothing to do with the call of duty mission, but an idea I got while watching Cartoonz's Recent bigfoot series. enjoy!

WORDS: 813

PRONOUNS: THEY/THEM

GENERAL SCENE: THE WOODS

PEOPLE/CHARACTERS MENTIONED: DEADSQUIRREL, DELIRIOUS, CARTOONZ

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It was quiet. Way too quiet. How long had the group been in the woods? A week? 2 weeks? A month? They had lost track. Resources were low, and they were lost, miles from their camper. Usually, it was decently cold out in the woods, but today it was hot and humid.

"How long have we been walking for?" The masked man asked as he took off his hat ruffling his black hair. The group had all but their coats in their bags, making less space for weapons and supplies. "About an hour or so? I think?" The redhead responded, looking at his cracked watch. He was surprised it wasn't broken from their last encounter with whatever that thing in the woods was. It was around the first week when the group was there and they still knew the way to the camper. It attacked them and he had gotten thrown to the ground. He was surprised he only broke a leg. Since then, it had chased them through the woods, and they had gotten lost. Now they were low on ammo, low on medkits, and low on food.

"Can you check the map again, Squirrel?" The masked man asked looking at his friend. "What's the point? There are no landmarks, nothing to tell us where we are, and I'm pretty sure we've passed that same rock, what, 5 times now?" He said, raising his voice slightly. "Calm down, no need to shout-" Delirious said, but was cut off. "Calm down? Calm down?! We might die out here, and you want me to calm down?!" And again, started another argument. Those had been happening more and more often with the loss of equipment and supplies.

A shot rang out. Neither of the two arguing seemed to notice.

"Guys..."

"All I'm saying is you could try and be more optimistic-"

"Optimistic? We're going to die, Delirious, and you want me to be optimistic?!-"

"Guys."

"Don't be like that-"

"Like what, realistic? You-"

"Guys!"

They both stopped what they were saying and looked at Cartoonz, annoyed that he had stopped their squabble. "What-"

"Shh shh shh- just listen," He said holding up a hand, listening for the sound again. It went off again, and he looked up. In the distance was a red flash. It wasn't a gun. It was a flare. "There, it's a Flare! That means people! Let's go!" He said running in the direction of the shot, the other two following behind him. As they got closer to where it went off, they heard anoth flare go off and someone shout "Get outta here!" And then stomping. It was the thing they had been chasing! As they reached the area, it was the lakeside cabins they had gone to when they first got there, and where they found the first body. Standing outside was someone with a flare gun in hand, reloading it once again. What was interesting was that they were in a Ghillie suit and combat boots, a shotgun slung to the side.

Cartoonz stepped forward. "Hey!" He shouted as the person turned around, aiming the flare gun at him, making him raise his hands in defense. "Who are you?! What do you want?" They shouted, looking him up and down, the camo paint on their face was smeared. "I'm Cartoonz, And I have people with me. We just want to find our camper, can you help?" He said lowering his hands slightly. They lowered the flare and looked at him. "Wait, as in one of the people that came up here looking for bigfoot? Everyone at the station thought you were dead!" They said, putting the flare down and back into a small holster, walking towards him. "Wait, I thought you said there were people with you-" They started, but were cut off when two people came running down the path. "Jesus- Cartoonz,- How are you this in shape?" Delirious asked as he and Squirrel caught their breath.

"You said people at the station, what's that about?" Cartoonz turned towards them with a questioning look. "Someone came in last week saying you were his roommate, Gorrila- something I think. Ring a bell?" They said. "Rilla, of course! We told him we would be back two weeks ago before-" He was cut off before a roar rang out. "Would love to hear the rest, but we get back to the campers," They said. "You found the camper?" Squirrel said. "Where do you think I started looking for you guys? Now c'mon!" They said, starting to run, the group following behind them. Cartoonz caught up with them as the other two struggled slightly to keep up.

"Well, it's clear you already know who we are, what's your name?" He asked.

"(Y/n). (Y/n) (Y/l/n)."

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possible part 2 in the future?