AvM/AvA (ADVENTURE)

GONE TRAP

Here it is! Plez enjoy!!!!

Honestly, tho, who do you think is the weakest out of the whole CG? And I mean the original five including Purple.

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"Why am I the bait again?"

Yellow groaned as he watched Second milling about, tightening the ropes that bound him to the trigger of the trap. To his frustration, Second plainly ignored him, his back to his poor friend.

Sighing, Yellow turned hopefully to Purple, who only shrugged at him helplessly.

"Purple would be a great bait, y'know." Yellow complained, turning back to Second's hunched form.

"Hey!" Purple crossed his arms. "Are you calling me weak?"

Yellow turned to him, raising an eyebrow. "When did that word ever come out of my mouth?"

"Shut up, you both." Second said coldly, straightening up. He stood back and surveyed the trap, nodding after a few seconds of observation.

Then he turned to Yellow. "I'm choosing you as bait because I feel that Purple would be more useful in this situation. Yeah, go cry about it."

Yellow opened his mouth, just to shut it in his temporary moment of speechlessness. Purple held a hand to his mouth, struggling to choke back his laugh.

Second raised an eyebrow, almost threateningly, but seeing that Yellow was too in shock to answer to what he had said, he continued assembling the trap without another word.

As he continued to fix the trap up, Yellow could only stare at his friend, feeling deeply hurt. Purple's continuous laughter didn't help either.

A few minutes later, Second stepped back again to check the trap -- Yellow felt awfully self-conscious -- but he shook his head.

"This is too obvious." He muttered, eyeing the rope that was wrapped quite tightly around Yellow's ankle.

He continued to stare at that bit of rope before walking away, entering his tent. Yellow and Purple stared at each other in confusion, then in the direction that Second had gone. For a moment, when nothing happened, the two thought that Second had just completely given up or something, but then the tent flap opened so quickly that it seemed as though it could tear off of the entire tent with the sudden movement, and Second came zooming out, a panicked look on his face.

He was frantically searching about, looking underneath the logs that the friends had used for the night, searching behind the nearby bushes, and as a whole, freaking out as he continued this sudden search.

"Second?" Yellow called out tentatively, trying to shift himself so that he could move closer to Second. Unfortunately, the rope burned as it rubbed against his ankle -- it was really quite tight -- and he had to stop unless he wanted to get some injury.

Fortunately for him, though, Second turned and answered. "My pencil's gone."

Yellow blinked. "What-?"

"My pencil. I brought it with me- I...it's gone." Second said, his words coming in fast. "I know I wouldn't just leave it around somewhere. It was in the back pocket of my pack. It's gone. I know it is."

"Wait." Purple cut through, interrupting Second for a moment. "Calm down, buddy. What are you saying?"

At Purple's words, Second stopped, taking in a deep breath. He sat down on the log slowly, staring at the ground, as if thinking about how he should word what he was going to say next.

Finally, after feeling Yellow and Purple's gaze on him for quite some time, he opened his mouth and answered.

"My pencil. The one I always use when I'm animating with Alan- yeah, don't give me that look, Yellow." Second said, cringing inwardly. He could already tell that Yellow was giving him a stern look even without looking at the latter's face. "Anyway...I brought it with me. I was just going to grab it to draw a rope instead, since that rope we're using is too obvious...but when I went to look, it was just gone."