Author's Note

Phoenix here, with a startling reveal! That's right, the story you'd never expect out of me!

Happy Tree Camp!

Now Methereaper isn't updating as much as he used to, so I asked him to re-do the story, and that's exactly what I'll do!
Now, of course, this means I need YOUR help! OCs are necessary for this story to continue, so please, don't be shy, submit! In fact, this story was how I first got involved in FF, and technically Chunky's debut! So without further ado
Happy Tree Camp!

It was around five in the morning, a lone bicycle road down the empty street in what soft light the newly arriving dawn could bring the delivery boy on his runs that night. He'd been up and down the town running little, individual packages to nearly every mailbox in town. The poor thing seemed to have been through a lot in his letter run, given that he didn't have the luxury of a truck like most mailmen. In fact, the only bike he had to ride on had half flat tires, and was looking worse for the wear than it had started that night.

It was covered in swap water and muck, a few bullets had dented the handlebars on one particular drop spot, and tiny bite marks were laid into the bike and it's rider. Whoever saw him was less than receiving of the midnight runner, but who wouldn't be suspicious of a single person on a bike near midnight?

After all, it wasn't every day you saw a human in Happy Tree Town.

He peddled faster, trying to get his last delivery finished before the sun was fully up, and his cover was blown. Sweating from exertion, he kept pace while groping around in his little burlap messenger bag, until he found the last letter, and looked to the right side of the tiny suburb.

"Bingo, Flaky's house." He smiled, and went to turn into the small driveway, not noticing the small pothole in the road. He hit it hard, and tumbled forward off the bike, crashing into the trashcans on the side of the street, simultaneously creating a huge racket, and activating the automatic driveway light mounted on the garage.

The delivery boy sat dazed, trying to regain his bearings, when he heard someone stir in the house, before the front door swung open.

Flaky hesitantly stepped out, clutching a small garden gnome, and looking around the lawn, horrified, "He-he-hello? W-w-who's there? I don't, EEEEK!" She caught a glimpse of the horrific beast laying in her trash, and fell sideways into a small shrub. She slowly pulled apart the foliage, to watch the monster, and prayed that it couldn't hear her muted breath.

It stood, and she caught and even better, more terrifying view of it. It stood immensely tall, at least Lumpy's height, like some hairless gorilla. It scratched the stubble on its chin contemplatively, plucked an envelope from the ground, and slowly began towards her. At that moment, she released the bushes, and they bounced back in front of her face. She shook, but hoped for dear life that whatever that thing was didn't see her.

Unfortunately, it did, and it pulled the bushes apart above her, looking down on her pitiful form. She shrieked, and covered her eyes, praying her death would be swift.

"Um, ma'am? You're Flaky right?" It sounded like a raspy throated wolverine, if Flaky were to describe it, and it almost seemed like it was trying to make words.

"I needed to give you this letter," It outstretched its hand toward her and she screamed again, flailing her arms.

"No! Please, stop, you'll attract a crowd!" But the porcupine didn't listen, the delivery boy waited for a split second, before deciding he needed to get moving, "Sorry, but, I gotta go!" He slapped her on the head, and she screamed even louder.

Flaky sat there, belting her shrill cry into the early morning, until she heard a clatter, and then a squeaking of wheels, and endeavored to peek out of the bush. The monster was retreating, thank god, and now she could sprint up to her bed and call in sick today, the shock was too much.

She slowly climbed out of the bush, before realizing something was stuck in her quills. She plucked out a letter, partially impaled on her dandruff laden spines, and unfolded the string wrapped parcel.

Dearest Ms. Flaky,

It is my pleasure to inform you that you have been invited to a special camp, where all the residents of Happy Tree Town are pitching in to create a wonderful summer experience. So please come join us, if you can. Send us back an R.S.V.P. to the following address to be polite, and take the ticked included with you. A bus will be arriving in a week, so pack your belongings and get ready for the summer of your life.

The Happy Tree Camp Staff

So then, shall we begin? A form for you OCs is as follows.

Name:
Gender:
Species:
Appearance:
Personality:
Skills or Talents:
Relationships:
Misc(Anything else you can include):

Most all of you will be campers, unless I see a possibility for another role, which I will of course ask for permission before using. And I may also play around a bit with relationships, if your character has none. Also, Pippy, Chunky, and Mumbo(My own OCs) will be used in some parts of this story, so if you care, you can read up on them in some of my stories. Other than that, submit your OCs and get ready for a rollercoaster ride of mayhem, romance, music, and danger! Because, would you expect anything less than the best, from me?