Camp Camp Headcanons (And maybe oneshots)

Oneshot 1 - Nightmare

I have no motivation to write anything so here's this load of hooey

Max had woken up. It was completely dark, so he reached for the lamp on his nightstand in his bedroom where he'd been living with David.

..Nothing there. Odd.

Suddenly, the door slammed open and the light turned on.

It was David.. but.. he looked angry. Actually angry. Like he was going to hurt somebody.

"What the fuck are you doing? You should be up by now you little shit."

That.. wasn't David. It was a deeper voice. Almost like..

"My dad.." Max thought to himself.

"Well, come on! Get your shit together."

"Give me a-" Right as Max stood up, he fell to the ground. "Ow.. what the-"

Suddenly David grabbed him by the wrist, dragging him towards a closet. "Ow! Dad, stop!!"

"I'm not your fucking Dad." David mumbled, opening the door.

The room was almost empty except for the pins and sharp nails poking out of every side of the wall. It was like something straight out of Matilda except that there was no floor.

David pushed him in, shutting the door.

Max yelped as he felt the walls scratch him and he fell slowly..

Eventually, he landed in a white room.

He landed in a chair that he was immediately strapped down to.

And the walls began moving. Closer.. closer... 

"WHAT THE FUCK? SOMEONE HELP! DAVID?!"

Closer..

And then he woke up in a cold sweat.

He was panting, and screaming as he woke up.

He looked at his arms.. they didn't look harmed.

The door was opened.

A terrified Max hid under the blanket, shaking.

It wasn't really the dream itself that scared him.. it was the thought of David going from being sweet and caring to an abusive jerk like his father so suddenly.

David saw the outline of the small boy under the blanket.

"Oh, gosh.. Max, did you have a nightmare?"

Max slowly pulled off the blanket.

"Oh, Max.. Come on, you can come sleep in my room. We can talk about this-"

"Nnno." Max responded.

"Why not?"

"Because, you, you're not fucking David, you, y-you psychopath." He did his best to sound tough, but his voice was trembling.

"Max.. I promise that was just a dream... okay?"

"B-but.. the walls.. they were.. and the closet-"

"Shhh.. come here, Max," said David, sitting on the bed. Max slowly crawled over next to David, clinging to his side.

"Oh, dear.. that must have been pretty scary.. I promise it was just a dream, Max."

Max sniffled, harshly wiping his eyes. "Y-you sure..?"

David nodded, taking his hankerchief and gently wiping Max's eyes. "I'm sure. Now.. wanna go drink oval- oops, sorry, you told me to call it Circletine and watch cooking shows."

Max smiled softly. "Yeah... That sounds nice."