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"Chosen, why are we going camping?" Dark whined.
"Because we need to lay low, and the police know where we live." Chosen explained.
"Why couldn't we have just killed them!?" Dark asked
"Because. I don't want to have more murder on my record." Chosen said.
Chosen and Dark kept flying until they found a clear area. They set up their tents and decided to find a water sorce.
"I think I see one!" Dark said.
"Is it clean though?" Chosen asked.
"Can't you just use your ice and fire together?" Dark asked.
"I can, but for all of our water stuff? That's a lot of energy." Chosen explained.
Dark was about to check the water when something jumped out at him.
"AHH, WAS IS THAT!?!?" Dark yelled.
"Calm down. It's just a frog." Chosen explained.
"It's kinda cute, not cuter than spiders, but cute." Dark said.
"Leave it." Chosen said.
"Fine. I don't think we can use this water anyways.." Dark said.
"Then let's keep looking." Chosen said.
The two kept looking for a while until they found a crystal clean lake. Once they marked it on their 'map', which was a bunch of random lines that the two could somehow read.
They went back to their campsite and started preparing their diner.
"Chosen, are you finished the rogies?" Dark asked.
"Almost, are you done the sausages?" Chosen asked.
"Ya, I'm just keeping them warm." Dark said.
"Don't burn them." Chosen said.
"Fine." Dark said.
Once the Perogies were cooked Dark and Chosen ate their meal.
"Chosen, can we have a fire?" Dark asked.
"Why?" Chosen asked.
"Mashmallows." Dark said.
"Do you have marshmallows?" Chosen asked.
"... maybe." Dark said, smirking.
"When did you get those??" Chosen asked, confused.
"When you said we were going camping, I used my discount to get some camping stuff." Dark explained.
"What discount?" Chosen asked even more confused.
"Five finger." Dark said.
"Dark, did you steal them." Chosen asked.
"I don't wanna answer that." Dark said.
...
"Why are you like this?" Chosen asked annoyed.
The two finished their food with Dark still trying to convince Chosen to have a fire.
"Fine. But you have to keep it going!" Chosen said.
"Yay!!!" Dark said excitedly.
Dark placed the firewood, and Chosen lit it on fire. Dark got a stick and put a marshmallow on it.
"Hehhe, I'm gonna burn this marshmallow to a crisp!" Dark said.
"You're disgusting, Dark." Chosen said.
"Then show me how to cook a marshmallow Mr Mallow King." Dark mocked.
Chosen made a tiny flame and held a marshmallow over it. When he was done, he held up a perfectly golden marshmallow.
"Show off." Dark mutterd.
Once Dark and Chosen were finished with marshmallows they got ready to sleep.
"Ugh, I hate sleeping on rocks it's so uncomfortable." Dark complained.
"At least it's not in prison." Chosen said.
"Ehh." Dark shrugged.
The two fell asleep, and in the morning Chosen decided to go on a walk before Dark woke up.
He was walking through the forest when he saw another small clearing with a tent.
•Oh, I didn't know other people camped here. wait... is that, no, it can't be.• Chosen thought.
But when he got closer, he recognized four hover bikes.
Chosen had realized that the Mercenaries were camping as well. He didn't know if they had somehow followed them, but he knew he had to get Dark and leave.
Chosen started running back, but the Mercenaries heard him.
"Uhhh, Smith... I think I see our target..." Primal said.
"WHAT! HOW IS HE HERE!" Agent Smith yelled.
"I dont know!?" Primal said back.
"Never mind, EVERYONE GET ON YOUR BIKES AND GET HIM!!" Agent Smith instructed.
The Mercenaries chased Chosen through the woods, but the Mercenaries were slowed down from having to dodge all the branches.
Chosen gained some ground and eventually made it back to the campsite.
"DARK, GET UP!" Chosen yelled frantically.
"Uhh, what??" Dark groned as he woke up.
"The Mercenaries! They're here!!" Chosen explained, pulling Dark out of his tent.
"WHA- HOW??" Dark asked, rushing to leave.
"I don't know, but we have to go!!" Chosen said.
Dark and Chosen ran out of the tent and took off flying.
The Mercenaries had just arrived at the campsite.
"Come on! They're so close!" Smith said.
"Smith.. just leave them." Primal said.
"NO, we can't let them get away this time!!" Agent Smith said.
"This is supposed to be our vacation, and our bikes have twigs in them!" Ballista said.
"I guess you're right. Let's head back to our campsite." Agent Smith said.
"Hey! Look! They have marshmallows! Can we take them back?" Ballista asked.
"Sure." Agent Smith said.
The Mercenaries went back to their campsite and enjoyed the rest of their trip.