As everyone arrived at the campsite they'll be staying at, Shrignold counted the tents. "One, two, three, fo- THERE'S ONLY FOUR?" Sketchbook rolled her eyes, "yeah, dingus. I told you we were going to have the tents the same as the seating arrangements in the car." Shrignold groaned, "okay, alright, whatever." Stanley looked around, "soo..it's getting dark, should we make a fire?" He asked. "They don't have it premade for us..?" Colin muttered. "Hm, Stanley and Fred, go out and get firewood." Sketchbook suggested. The two nodded and headed out into the forest. "What if they get lost-?" Shrignold asked. "Oh. I didn't think about that. Eh, they'll be fine." She shrugged. "Hey, while they're gone...let's tell spooky stories." Larry said, and motioned for the others to go sit around the non-lit fire. "Aren't we supposed to do this when the fire's lit?" Tony asked. "It's more fun this way!" Larry grabbed a flashlight and held it up to his face.
"A few years ago, a mother and father decided they needed a break and went out. They called their most trusted babysitter and left. When the babysitter got there, the two children were already asleep. Later that night, the babysitter got bored and wanted to watch TV. But couldn't watch it down stairs, because there was no cable. So, the babysitter called the parents and asked if she could watch TV in their room. They replied with a yes, and the babysitter asked one last question. She asked if she could cover the statue outside with a blanket, because it creeped her out. The other line was silent for a few seconds. The father replied with, 'get the kids and get out of the house. We don't own a statue.' The babysitter and the two kids were found dead in their own pools of blood. The end!
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(yeah someone told me that story once and I decided to use it so I don't own this story. I didn't make it 👴)
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Colin grinned, "good story, Larry! Very spooky and scary." Larry laughed, "thanks." He replied. Shrignold was practically quaking in his boots. He wasn't a fan of scary stories. They heard a twig break. The goofy little butterfly shrieked in fear. "OOOO~ someone's scareeeed?~" Colin teased. "N-No, it just caught me off gaurd!" He stuttered. Stanley and Fred came back with the firewood. "Thanks, you two! Now we can start a fire." Sketchbook thanked them. "Who has the matches?" She asked and looked around. It grew silent. "W-Who has the matches...?" She repeated. "We were supposed to bring some..?" Tony asked. "Welp. Guess no fire, then." Sketchbook shrugged. "But- but it's getting dark soon, we have no light..!" Shrignold said nervously. "Don't worry, Shrig! We have this flashli-" Larry got cut off as the flashlight ran out of power. "Oh." He muttered. Shrignold let out a small shriek and clinged onto Larry's arm. Sammy and Benny were afraid of the dark too. But Sammy wanted to set a good example for Benny, so she tried to act all brave, "oh cmon, don't be wimps! Let's just..uh go into the tent so a bear doesn't eat us." She grabbed Benny and sprinted to the tent. The others did the same.
~The next goofy morning~
Tony woke up to someone kicking his tent. "WHO IS IT AND WHAT DO YOU WANT?" He unzipped the door and stared at Sketchbook with half opened eyes. He exhaled deeply, "It is 5 in the morning, what do you want?"
"I'm bored." Sketchbook grinned.
"Oh my jesus, Sketchbook..." He sighed. Colin woke up and popped his head out of the tent, "who interrupted my sleeping.?" He said drowsily. He looked towards Sketchbook and sighed, "why are you up so early?" Sketchbook rolled her eyes, "I dunno, I just am." She said and kicked the tent again. "STOP IT-" Colin yelled and got out of the tent. Tony quickly did the same to keep him from throwing hands with Sketchbook. She was just grinning, considering she wasn't bored anymore. "So. You two stay here while I go wake the others up." She walked over to Shrignold and Larry's tent. Tony sighed, "whatever. I hate it here." Colin looked at him and began giggling. "What?" Tony asked. "You- you have a worm..in your hair." He tried to hold his laughter in. "WH- GET IT OUT, COLIN!-" He shrieked. Colin bursted out laughing, "CHILL OUT, I WILL- HOLD STILL." He grabbed the worm out of his hair and threw it to who knows where. The two jumped when they heard Sammy screeching. They hurried over to her tent. "I'LL KILL IT, LOAFIE; I GOT YOU!" She was aggressively stomping on something. It was a roach lmao. "SAMMY CALM DOWN, IT'S A ROACH-" Sketchbook yelled. "BENNY IS SCARED OF BUGS SO I'M KILLING IT." She continued stomping on it. "I- I think it's dead." Fred was standing next to Stanley, concerned. Stanley, however; was not shocked at all. He seemed more uh...proud of Sammy...for murdering an innocent roach. Sammy looked over at her father and grinned. He nodded and smiled. "Anyway...let's all agree that this place sucked. Can we head back to the house now..?" Tony asked. "Yeah.." Shrignold replied and began walking towards the car. Sketchbook nodded and did the same. Soon enough, everyone was back in the car, and had to drive all the way back to their funny house.
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I UH..SORRY I HAVEN'T POSTED IN A HOT MINUTE, I'VE HAD NO INSPIRATION WHATSOEVER...BUT IT'S HERE! AND I'M NOT DEAD! EVERYONE SAY YIPEE, RIGHT NOW. YEHAHHAH YEAH GOOD JOB UHHH ANYWAY, 900 SOMETHING WORDS, IDK. REHEHE LOVE YOU NERDS 🙊
