What Happened at Camp (TOMTORD) (DISCONTINUED)

5

Tord perked up at the sound of his name being called just then.

"Tord," screeched a familiar voice. It was the camp director, Ms. Diphtheria.

Tord smiled to himself, remembering the camp director's name. If she ever got married, which was unlikely, she would almost certainly have to change that awful name.

Snapping back to reality, Tord faced the anthropomorphic prune. "Yes miss?" he asked politely.

Ms. Diphtheria sneered. "Your campers are here," she remarked with unsettling glee. She then proceeded to turn sharply on her heel and stalk off.

Tom and Tord looked to each other, trying to decipher the mixed signals they received from that interaction. They then quickly glanced away, embarrassed about showing any form of interest in one another.

"Uh well... we should go find those little shits ourselves because apparently they don't know how this camp works," Tom suggested.

Tord grunted, "They're not little shits. They're just kids who probably don't want to be here either. Give them a break."

Tom just stood there, a little shocked. No one had ever stood up to him like that before. Who was this fake cheerful, grumpy, a-hole?

"But yeah, I guess you're right. We should probably go get them and do ice breakers or something like that," Tord agreed.

They started to head off to get closer to the buses, seeing that most counselors were already there talking to their campers. The pair got closer to the huddle of unaccompanied kids that they assumed were theirs for the next month.

"Do you boys know which cabin you're supposed to be in?" Tord asked to make sure.

"Oak cabin," one of the boys piped up after a brief moment where no one said anything.

"Thank Jehovah," Tom murdered. One of the boys heard, though and got tRiGgErEd.

"Excuse me whatever your name is-" the tRiGgErEd boy spoke.

"Tom," Tom said, correcting the rude boy.

"Fine, then. Tom," he said, "Why did you say Jehovah?"

"I'm a Jehovah's witness, though not super religious," Tom explained.

"Oh. Well I guess that explains it then."

Tord looked on in awe at the situation that just played out before his eyes. How could it be possible? Tom was being decent? He was a witness? Many questions buzzed around his head.

"Uh, well I see you boys know Tom," Tord said, snapping out of it, "I guess I should tell you about me. My name is Tord and I like henta-."

Tord's introduction was cut short due to Tom sharply jabbing him in the ribs with his elbow.

The campers looked on, amazed. This would be such a fun summer.

One of the younger boys with thicccc eyebrows and messy hair whispered to a boy next to him, "I ship it."

The other boy with longer hair and bangs whispered back, "But that's gay."

Tom looked to them and that moment.

"Let's try playing a game to learn each other's names," Tom suggested. The campers shuffled around on their feet, exchanging looks with each other. Meanwhile, Tord was still recovering from the injury Tom gave him.

"Not fans of games are you, huh?" Tom tried, "Then tell me boys, what would you all like to do before we can eat dinner and get settled in our cabins?"

"Look at guns!" the boy with the thiccc eyebrows said.

Tord looked up at that, surprised that he had a camper that had the same interests. Tom quickly shot him down with a glare, discouraging any hope of a visit to the gun range.

"I'm sorry but we can't go to the gun range this week, they're doing some maintenance right now," Tom explained. He then glared at his co-counselor, telling him with his eyes to say something.

Tord got the hint and turned toward the group. "Lets just sit down over there," Tord pointed to a tree shaded area far from the buses, "and say our names. We can figure everything else out later."

The campers reluctantly agreed and headed toward where their counselor had pointed.

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lol i dont want to write anymore but i have a smol break from school so there will be more updates coming your way soon