#this is part of my vikram stan era lmao

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🕸️🎃🕸️Trick or treat?🕸️🎃🕸️

An excerpt from an unfinished PR1 camping one shot, in which Shubble, Jeremy, Platy, Ze and Vik would eventually go ghost hunting in the woods. Didn’t quite get to that part lol but here’s what I wrote

[driving scene, Vik, Ozza, Platy and Tay in one car. Vik and Platy are singing obnoxiously. Tay is sleeping, Ozza is driving and swearing at them]

Vik tumbles out of the car, gracefully landing on one foot before he loses his balance and flops into the mud below. He hears several people chuckle at his clumsiness but a lot of the others are busy hauling their things from the trucks to the site.

[description of scenery, everyone is fumbling with their bags and such, Chilled drops and smashes a plate and stay berates him]

Vik stands up, cleans the bulk of the mud off his jacket and sticks a feisty middle finger up in Ozza’s direction, since he had been laughing the loudest. Ozza blows a raspberry back at him and wanders off into the forest with three different heavy looking rucksacks slung over his shoulders. Vik sighs and grabs the rest of the gear from Ozza’s trunk, holding a bag of marshmallows between his teeth. He elbows the trunk shut and scurries off to follow Ozza and the rest of the gang.

It’s a taxing walk from the car park to the campsite, but luckily it’s hard to miss. There’s a well-trodden path through the dense clumping of evergreen trees that leads him directly to a clearing in the woods, where people have begun to dump their stuff.

“I’m cold.”

“Suck it up,” Kara snaps, whipping around from where she’s glaring at a set of instructions for setting up a tent. Chilled, taken slightly aback by the sharpness of her tone, promptly sucks it up.

“Make yourself useful and come get firewood with me,” Skadj declares, gesturing further out to the woods. Vik quickly decides that if he had to pick one person to go into the woods alone with, Chilled would be his absolute last choice.

“‘Kay,” Chilled hums gloomily. It had taken a lot of convincing to get Chilled to even come on the camping trip since Chiled was basically allergic to fresh air, but Shubble had promised she’d come so he kind of had to.

Vik figures that he ought to do something so as not to get yelled at by Kara and kneels down in the dirt where Ze is fumbling around with a bunch of metal poles.

“Fuck off, Vikram,” he mutters. “I’m doing this myself.”

Vik frowns, raises an eyebrow at Jeremy who’s spectating with the sort of look on his face he might give his misbehaving cats.

“Ze, buddy, I love you,” Jeremy begins, speaking in a tone that perfect matches his face. “But you cannot possibly assemble the entire tent by yourself.”

“Stop doubting me,” Ze orders, only to have the large pole he’s trying to put together flop into the many metal pieces attached by elastic it came in. Ze gives the pole a seething look. “Fuck you.”