The Woodscouts

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It was a normal day at camp, everyone was doing a camp activity, football, nothing strange was happening.

"Hey Neil, wanna go sit somewhere and get away from all this shit?" A boy with caramel skin and black hair said.

"Yeah sure Max, I just want to go get something-" Neil was cut off by a tall man with red hair who said,

"Max, Neil, you two have to participate! I don't know how many times I have to say it! Come on, it might be fun." He said, practically begging.

"Really David? It might be fun? Nothing in this pathetic excuse for a camp is fun! I don't even know why you try so hard, it's not like anyone is enjoying themselves in this hell hole!" Max yelled at David.

David looked a bit hurt, he just said, "Fine, just... join in when you want to I guess..." Then he walked off to the other campers.

"Wow, Max, that was shitty. I mean, I know you hate David, but maybe you could lay off a bit, y'know. He genuinely seemed upset this time." Neil said while rubbing the back of his neck.

Max shot him a glare and sat on a stump of a tree.

"Y'know what, Neil, I don't give a shit, I've never given a shit, you should know this by now," Max said, still glaring at him.

"Fine, if that's how you want to be, I'll just go and 'try' to play football with the others and 'try' to have some fun." He said while turning around and flipping Max the bird.

Max returned it, but before he could argue anything Max felt a cloth being put over his face.

"Mph!!" Max said, trying to gasp for air. "HELP-Mph!!"

Everyone turned their heads and saw Max pass out and get dragged away. David started running over to catch him, but As soon as he had gotten to him, he was on a boat being sailed across the lake.

David took a closer look at the boat, and it read,

"Property of The Woodscouts"

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Max woke up in a somewhat familiar place, he had only been there once, Woodscouts headquarters.

"Hello, Maxwell." Someone said, Max couldn't quite make out who it was but thought of who it might be.

"Pikeman?" Max asked drowsily.

"Correct, now, do you know where you are?" Pikeman asked, stepping into the light.

"What the-Why the fuck am I tied up?! Pikeman, I swear to god, when I get out of these-" Max was cut off by a sharp pain in his right cheek.

"I asked you a question, I suggest you answer it." He hissed.

"I-I'm at the W-Woodscouts headquarters." Max stuttered.

"Correct again, Maxwell. Now, I bet you remember that you escaped here once, and I bet you think you can do it again, but not this time. We have better guards now that we have captured more campers." He said, while more Woodscouts came out of the shadows.

Max started to sweat, "T-The other campers, or at least David, will come after me. David will do anything for his campers." Max said with a slight smirk.

Pikeman looked pissed than snapped his fingers, "Take him to the General."

Then, before Max knew it, he was being dragged to an office by Snake and Petrol. When they arrived, Max was meet with a man who was very intimidating. He wore a green suit with a strip of badges over his chest, he had his black hair slicked back and he had a huge scar on the side of his face.

"Hello? Who the fuck are you? And what's with the scar- OW!" Max tried to say before getting his arm stabbed by Snake's candy cane.

The man leaned over and was face to face with Max, "My name is none of your concern, you with call me General, sir, or captain, got it?"

Max nodded while rubbing his arm.

"Good, now you will need a new outfit- excuse me- uniform and I have just the one!" The General handed Max an oversized uniform, it looked exactly like the other's except it didn't have any badges.

"Now, go start your camp activities."

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A/N

Hello! As you can see I have started a new fanfiction, (If you have not read the other one I highly suggest you do) and I really hope you will enjoy this. And don't worry, I will be updating this story and the old one.

Thank you and goodbye!

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