Bastille Animal Imagines

Arctic Prankster

I know it's not April Fools Day...not Easter...but uh...meh 😂🤷🏻‍♀️

Kyle's POV

     "Remind me why the fuck we're here?!" Dan's teeth chattered as tiny icicles hanged from the messy strands of his wild hair.

     "Because Mister Farquarson wanted to have an outdoor adventure," Woody scowled at the bassist. Will's back was facing us, as he snapped photos of the snowy wilderness.

     "Not just that..." I rolled my eyes at the distracted man. "He told me that he had some sort of surprise for us too."

     "Good lord," Dan muttered, hugging himself tightly for warmth. "He's crazy."

"I'm pretty sure it's some prank," Woody said. "Because who the fuck would want to come out here, in the damn Arctic, on April Fools Day?!"

"Clearly not a sane person," I mumbled, tugging at my woolly scarf so that it covered the lower half of my face.

"Guys!" Will interrupted our secret conversation about him. "Get over here!"

"What is it?" Dan asked, awkwardly running on his snowshoes.

"What's this?" The bassist pointed at the ground, at an oval shaped thing that was partially buried in the snow.

"I dunno?" Dan tilted his head quietly. "Maybe some kind of animal shit?"

"LANGUAGE DANIEL!" Will scolded like the cranky old man he was. I felt him swoop in behind me, covering my ears with his chilly hands.

"I'M NOT A CHILD!" I shouted, causing echos to breakout in the distance, and the caws of wicked crows screeching from the tops of the snowy pine trees.

"Woah there boy," Woody chuckled to himself. "No need to shout."

"He has every right to," Dan nudged our drummer. "But I get what you mean."

"Gee, thanks," I narrowed my unimpressed eyes.

"Seriously though," Will cut in again. "Can someone tell me what that oval thing is? Aside from Dan's theory of animal scat?"

The fuck is scat?

Where the heck does he even learn this from?

"Maybe it's a ball that someone dropped-"

"Since when are balls in the shape of an oval?" Woody shunned Dan's idea.

Dan shut his mouth immediately out of sheer embarrassment. "Sorry."

"You say sorry way too much, mate," I patted his shoulder.

"You guys roast me too much," he mumbled in the loud winds.

It's not roasting if you're the incorrect one.

"Why don't we just keep walking and see if there are any animals out here that could produce an oval shaped thing?" Will sheepishly suggested.

     "Mm..." I made a straight face. "Fine. But after this we're going to fucking have hot cocoa, 'kay?" I threatened.

     "Yeah, yeah," he waved his hand at me in annoyance. He turned around and began to walk again, Dan, Woody and I soon following him after.

We kept trekking in the deep snow, shivering our balls off as we kept a lookout for any critters. Somehow, not much one had passed by when we found another one of those oval things. Now we were really scratching our heads, and contemplating whether to just call it quits or keep going.

"But what is it?" Dan bent down so that his knees were partially buried in the snow. He took off his gloves and reached into the white fluff of snow, carefully picking up the oval thing.

"Dan!" Will frantically and quickly reached out to stop him. "You don't know what that-"

"An Easter egg!" Dan squealed. "And it's a black one!" He beamed, proudly holding the egg as he shivered subconsciously.

     "What..."

     "...the..."

     "...fuck?" I capped off the confusion that was running around in my brain. "Why is that out...out here?"

     "Beats me," Woody shrugged.

     "HOLY SHIT!" Dan shouted with a gaping, wide open mouth. "OVER HERE!"

     "What?!" I shoved everyone out of the way to see where Dan was furiously point at.

     What. The. Fuck.

     I pulled an extremely confused face as my eyes processed what they were seeing.

     A little white rabbit sat in the light and airy snow, staring up at me, with multiple plastic Easter eggs gathered at its feet. An additional one was between its teeth, as it innocently blinked once with those big and cute bunny eyes. I reached out to take an egg and examine it, and then the damn rabbit raced off, with an orange egg in its mouth.

     "Did you..."

     "We all saw it Ky," Dan nodded quietly in shock.

     Woody and Will cluelessly stared at the huddle of plastic dollar store eggs that was scattered on the snow. Then our drummer walked up to where I was, and picked up a green egg, brushing the snow off of it. He stared at it intensely before he shrugged and tossed it back to the ground.

     "I think we all believed in the Easter Bunny for a second there," Woody joked.

     "I didn't," Will scoffed, not wanting to be seen as a child. "That Arctic hare was just fucking with your brains. Someone probably dropped the eggs here by accident and the hare must've been curious about them."

     "SKEPTIC ALERT!" I cried and hastily grabbed a handful of snow, tossing it at Will's face.

     "SNOWBALL FIGHT!" Woody yelled with a smirk, reaching down to grab snow to make a ball.

     "Can't get me, motherfuckers!" Dan teased and ran off into the snowy forests.

     Hopefully it wasn't to ditch us here.