So! When I say reviews motivate me, you have no idea how serious I am. MM! Here is your new campfire au chapter. Fantasy magic18, if you're reading this...it's been awhile, eh? XD. Anyway, on with the fic.
"Ow!"
Stan jerked up, his entire body tensing as he was suddenly pulled from his fitful slumber. Stan turned towards the source of the noise and blinked.
Where was he!? Why was he staring into a void of darkness!?
Stan stood up and after a moment, everything rushed back to him. Right, the mission. Stan's brow furrowed as a softer yelp echoed once again from farther within the confines of the cave. What was that noise? Stan, alert, slipped on his brass knuckles and stepped swiftly, but silently, through the cave, leaving his bag behind him. He could retrieve it if he didn't die.
The cave was dark, but like he'd hypothesized the day before, it was more of a tunnel and he quickly saw light come from the other end. Funny, he didn't remember this tunnel being here before. Not that he knew where here was. Stan shook the thought from his head as he approached the source of soft groans coming from in front of him.
The tunnel was lit with a dim light from the outside, barely enough to see by. Stan stared hard at what he thought was the shape of a...man.
His mind immediately went to Ford and his rescue mission. Against his better judgement, he called out. The figure was twenty or so feet away, so if it was going to attack (and by those groans, he doubted it) Stan knew he'd have ample enough reaction time to run or fight as he pleased.
"Hey!" Stan said. He didn't try and make himself seem threatening. That wouldn't be necessary if the figure was complacent. He knew that there were just as many simple, harmless creatures in the forest as there were dangerous ones.
"Stanely!?"
Stan's jaw dropped and he rushed forward, Ford's unmistakable growl bouncing off the walls of the barren tunnel.
Stan's skidded to a stop right beside where'd he'd spotted the shadowed figure and suddenly he could see, being closer to the light. Ford was scowling up at him.
"Get away! I don't know what you are, but give up my brother's skin. Now." Ford snapped, his face seemingly carved in a permanent frown. That is, until he grimaced in pain, his teeth grating against each other as his fingers twitched. Stan's brow furrowed. Not because of Ford's obvious confusion over whether Stan was human or not, but because of the fact that Ford hadn't moved.
"Ford!" Stan rolled his eyes. "Okay, first, you are an oxymoron. I swear it. Secondly, how the fracking did you get an injury like that!? Oh, and I'm not a skin stealer or whatever you were talking about. Why aren't you moving?"
Stan wasn't entirely surprised to find Ford injured. He usually hoped for the best, but he always prepared for the worst. Although he never did manage to ever convince himself that his brother might be dead. It just wasn't a possibility he was capable of considering.
Ford growled at him. "Fortunately for you, I've been paralyzed by a Gremoblin. It's wearing off. Slowly." Ford gritted his teeth again in agitation.
Either way, he needed to get Ford out of here, whether Ford believed he was one of his creepy creatures or not.
While he thought of what to do, Ford was still staring at him suspiciously.
"How can I know your not the shapeshifter!? I haven't had the chance to check the bunker yet! You could've stolen Stan's form. Why would Stan come looking for me!?"
Stan was yanked out of his thoughts and he glared at Ford.
"Ford. Shut up."
Ford stared at him for a moment and then he smiled slightly.
"It is you, Stanely!" Ford's brow furrowed, "What are you doing out here!?"
Stan rolled his eyes as he began rummaging through Ford's camping bag.
"Wrong question." Stan grunted, deeming the contents of the bag useless for whatever he was trying to do. Ford's brow raised.
"Be careful with that bag!" He snapped. Ford waited for Stan to speak again and when he didn't Ford sighed. "Fine. What are you doing throwing my stuff around?"
Stan huffed. "Trying to find a way to get you out of here? Why do you ask questions with obvious answers? I thought you were supposed to be the genius?"
Ford scoffed. "I never majored in psycology Stanely! Either way, the only reason I believe I'm even capable of talking calmly at the moment is because of my excessive blood loss."
Stan snorted. "It would take you to be loopy to actually talk with me." Stan pulled out another bag and yelled out.
"Aha!" He pulled out the three journals. "Finally. Alright Ford, where's the alleged map you said was in these?"
Ford blinked. "Beginning of Journal two."
Stan opened the book quickly and nodded when he found the page. He spent a minute or so studying it when his brow furrowed.
"Um...Ford?
"Stanely?"
Stan crouched down beside his brother and faced the book towards him.
"This tunnel doesn't exist."
I would say I'm sorry, but when it's ten pm and you have to get up at five every morning and yet your STILL writing fanfiction, there isn't much energy or time to be apologetic about it. XD so, all my love to fantasy-magic18 who inspired this fic in the first place, and MM who's amazing (Cipher, you have a problem. But cake is good...) Reviews continue to make me laugh.
ahem. Anyway...
Stan: the snow is cold but I'm colder.
Ford: are you dreaming again?
Stan: what!? No! I was reading that poster. *Points to movie poster with a block of ice on it."
Ford: ...I'm done. *Walks out*