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Hey. Tall guy. What are you doing here? I’ve never seen you before. (It’s cliche—ask—max. Something went wrong with my blog and I had to restart it somewhere else.)

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Huh? I’m studying the volcano. Are you a camper from one of the nearby camps?

((totally fine – i know stuff happens. Glad to see you back! 🙂

What’s it to you?

Well, my daughter’s a camper at the Camp Campbell. I’m just curious, really.

Yes. I am.

Oh, I see. *smiles* What are you doing out in the forest, buddy? Nice hoodie, by the way.

Trying to find the best way to set it on fire.

Oh, that’s – hey, wait… don’t do that. That’s very dangerous, and also very illegal.

Well, I want to die, but I also want this stupid fucking camp to burn with me.

…. Jesus…

Um, I don’t think you mean that, kiddo. That’s a very permanent, uh… ‘solution’ for whatever problem you’re facing. Hey, do you have a name?

It’s max. And I can tell you with certainty that I do mean that. I even managed to snag a bottle of lighter fluid and some matches.

What? Oh my god – okay, look, son, I now you think you mean it, but you’re, what… you’re only nine? You’re young! You don’t wanna make that mistake, believe me!

I’m not fucking nine! This isn’t a mistake! This is what has to happen!

Kid – Max – is there something going on at the camp that’s angering you? What is it that is making you unhappy? Please – you can tell me.

I don’t even know you. Why do you care anyway?

For one, I’m also in this forest. But I have a daughter about your, um… size. I know that when you’re angry it can seem like the end of the world.

*maxs head snaps up quickly* *he glares at carlos* are you saying that just because I’m young a short term anger will make me do this? That’s stupid. This isn’t because of some small inconvienece. This is way bigger than you think. Now if you’ll excuse me… *max tries to walk away*

Wait – stop! *He walks up and grabs the kid by the hoodie, pulling him up off the ground*

Put me the fuck down. Why does this even matter to you? It’s my life and I do what I want! If I want to burn, then so be it!

As a responsible adult who knows the danger coming, I can’t let you hurt yourself. Or commit arson. Where are the matches and fluid that you said you had?

Nowhere. I’m not telling you. And you can’t make me!

Kid, which camp did you come from? I need you to tell me now.

Camp Campbell. The shittiest of all the camps. I need it to burn. It’s burning, and I’m going with it.

That’s where my daughter is. I’m taking you back and we’re going to speak to your counselors. You need to understand, young man – I am not letting you put my daughter in danger because of your selfish actions!

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You know, last time I listened to one of you guys I was wrong. Fool me twice and all that… Lemme just ask the boy myself.

@dedmaxsearchhistory? You hearing this? *gestures upward*

*he nods slightly* y-yeah, i guess.. *hic* .. Carlos i-i promise not to rob anymore stores…

*looks down at Max* You sure, buddy? YOu’re telling me the truth, right? *his voice is still soft, but it still demands honesty.*

y-yeah.. i’m sure… *he yawns and rubs his eyes* a promise is a promise…

I would love to see you keep it, Max. I think you should take some time to yourself now… you look tired.

i’m not tired.. i’m just… sad *he glances away, mumbling* i don’t want to be alone…

Why don’t you want to be alone, Max?

i don’t trust myself i just don’t…

Do you want me to sit in your tent with you? I do think a nap would do you some good. But if you’d rather not be alone, I can oblige you there as well. That is – if you’re okay with it. I know I’m not actually your dad, and I just realized how what I suggested sounds…

*he chuckles slightly and nods* thanks Carlos.. *he dries his eyes and gets up*

*Carlos stands up as well and brushes off his coat and legs. He then offers Max a hand to hold*

*he hesitates before taking Carlos’ hand and walking back to his tent, yawning ocasionally*

*Carlos is silent, not sure if Max wants to talk about anything else right then. They would go at Max’s pace.*

*he was quiet for awhile til they were almost at his tent, his voice still almost a whisper* do you remember the shadow people?

*he frowns. Yeah, he remembered.* Yeah, Max. Did… has something happened?

i think they decided they don’t like you anymore… *he stepped into his tent*

*Carlos was confused* They don’t like me… anymore? As in they had liked me before? Or did they just say they don’t like me?

they were mostly relaxed around you before but now.. *he sits on the edge of his bed and shrugs* they keep hissing at you

Do you know why? *closes the tent and goes to sit on the other cot across from Max.*

Hey. Tall guy. What are you doing here? I’ve never seen you before. (It’s cliche—ask—max. Something went wrong with my blog and I had to restart it somewhere else.)

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Huh? I’m studying the volcano. Are you a camper from one of the nearby camps?

((totally fine – i know stuff happens. Glad to see you back! 🙂

What’s it to you?

Well, my daughter’s a camper at the Camp Campbell. I’m just curious, really.

Yes. I am.

Oh, I see. *smiles* What are you doing out in the forest, buddy? Nice hoodie, by the way.

Trying to find the best way to set it on fire.

Oh, that’s – hey, wait… don’t do that. That’s very dangerous, and also very illegal.

Well, I want to die, but I also want this stupid fucking camp to burn with me.

…. Jesus…

Um, I don’t think you mean that, kiddo. That’s a very permanent, uh… ‘solution’ for whatever problem you’re facing. Hey, do you have a name?

It’s max. And I can tell you with certainty that I do mean that. I even managed to snag a bottle of lighter fluid and some matches.

What? Oh my god – okay, look, son, I now you think you mean it, but you’re, what… you’re only nine? You’re young! You don’t wanna make that mistake, believe me!

I’m not fucking nine! This isn’t a mistake! This is what has to happen!

Kid – Max – is there something going on at the camp that’s angering you? What is it that is making you unhappy? Please – you can tell me.

I don’t even know you. Why do you care anyway?

For one, I’m also in this forest. But I have a daughter about your, um… size. I know that when you’re angry it can seem like the end of the world.

*maxs head snaps up quickly* *he glares at carlos* are you saying that just because I’m young a short term anger will make me do this? That’s stupid. This isn’t because of some small inconvienece. This is way bigger than you think. Now if you’ll excuse me… *max tries to walk away*

Wait – stop! *He walks up and grabs the kid by the hoodie, pulling him up off the ground*

Put me the fuck down. Why does this even matter to you? It’s my life and I do what I want! If I want to burn, then so be it!

As a responsible adult who knows the danger coming, I can’t let you hurt yourself. Or commit arson. Where are the matches and fluid that you said you had?

Nowhere. I’m not telling you. And you can’t make me!

Kid, which camp did you come from? I need you to tell me now.

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What? No I’m- *he looked down, noticing his knee* oh I am. Eh, no big deal.

No, Max, we should clean that. God knows what was on this pan when it cut you. Lemme clean up this mess, then we’ll head to the medical tent or… wherever a first aid kit would be here.

Alright, Fine. *he put the pot onto one of the tables and sat down* there might be one somewhere in here or QM had it.

*quickly stacks the pots and puts them back – carefully so he doesn’t get cut* Where do you think it would be? *he stands and starts to look in the cupboards*

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You know, last time I listened to one of you guys I was wrong. Fool me twice and all that… Lemme just ask the boy myself.

@dedmaxsearchhistory? You hearing this? *gestures upward*

*he nods slightly* y-yeah, i guess.. *hic* .. Carlos i-i promise not to rob anymore stores…

*looks down at Max* You sure, buddy? YOu’re telling me the truth, right? *his voice is still soft, but it still demands honesty.*

y-yeah.. i’m sure… *he yawns and rubs his eyes* a promise is a promise…

I would love to see you keep it, Max. I think you should take some time to yourself now… you look tired.

i’m not tired.. i’m just… sad *he glances away, mumbling* i don’t want to be alone…

Why don’t you want to be alone, Max?

i don’t trust myself i just don’t…

Do you want me to sit in your tent with you? I do think a nap would do you some good. But if you’d rather not be alone, I can oblige you there as well. That is – if you’re okay with it. I know I’m not actually your dad, and I just realized how what I suggested sounds…

*he chuckles slightly and nods* thanks Carlos.. *he dries his eyes and gets up*

*Carlos stands up as well and brushes off his coat and legs. He then offers Max a hand to hold*

*he hesitates before taking Carlos’ hand and walking back to his tent, yawning ocasionally*

*Carlos is silent, not sure if Max wants to talk about anything else right then. They would go at Max’s pace.*

*he was quiet for awhile til they were almost at his tent, his voice still almost a whisper* do you remember the shadow people?

*he frowns. Yeah, he remembered.* Yeah, Max. Did… has something happened?

i think they decided they don’t like you anymore… *he stepped into his tent*

*Carlos was confused* They don’t like me… anymore? As in they had liked me before? Or did they just say they don’t like me?

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Huh? I’m studying the volcano. Are you a camper from one of the nearby camps?

((totally fine – i know stuff happens. Glad to see you back! 🙂

What’s it to you?

Well, my daughter’s a camper at the Camp Campbell. I’m just curious, really.

Yes. I am.

Oh, I see. *smiles* What are you doing out in the forest, buddy? Nice hoodie, by the way.

Trying to find the best way to set it on fire.

Oh, that’s – hey, wait… don’t do that. That’s very dangerous, and also very illegal.

Well, I want to die, but I also want this stupid fucking camp to burn with me.

…. Jesus…

Um, I don’t think you mean that, kiddo. That’s a very permanent, uh… ‘solution’ for whatever problem you’re facing. Hey, do you have a name?

It’s max. And I can tell you with certainty that I do mean that. I even managed to snag a bottle of lighter fluid and some matches.

What? Oh my god – okay, look, son, I now you think you mean it, but you’re, what… you’re only nine? You’re young! You don’t wanna make that mistake, believe me!

I’m not fucking nine! This isn’t a mistake! This is what has to happen!

Kid – Max – is there something going on at the camp that’s angering you? What is it that is making you unhappy? Please – you can tell me.

I don’t even know you. Why do you care anyway?

For one, I’m also in this forest. But I have a daughter about your, um… size. I know that when you’re angry it can seem like the end of the world.

*maxs head snaps up quickly* *he glares at carlos* are you saying that just because I’m young a short term anger will make me do this? That’s stupid. This isn’t because of some small inconvienece. This is way bigger than you think. Now if you’ll excuse me… *max tries to walk away*

Wait – stop! *He walks up and grabs the kid by the hoodie, pulling him up off the ground*

Put me the fuck down. Why does this even matter to you? It’s my life and I do what I want! If I want to burn, then so be it!

As a responsible adult who knows the danger coming, I can’t let you hurt yourself. Or commit arson. Where are the matches and fluid that you said you had?

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You know, last time I listened to one of you guys I was wrong. Fool me twice and all that… Lemme just ask the boy myself.

@dedmaxsearchhistory? You hearing this? *gestures upward*

*he nods slightly* y-yeah, i guess.. *hic* .. Carlos i-i promise not to rob anymore stores…

*looks down at Max* You sure, buddy? YOu’re telling me the truth, right? *his voice is still soft, but it still demands honesty.*

y-yeah.. i’m sure… *he yawns and rubs his eyes* a promise is a promise…

I would love to see you keep it, Max. I think you should take some time to yourself now… you look tired.

i’m not tired.. i’m just… sad *he glances away, mumbling* i don’t want to be alone…

Why don’t you want to be alone, Max?

i don’t trust myself i just don’t…

Do you want me to sit in your tent with you? I do think a nap would do you some good. But if you’d rather not be alone, I can oblige you there as well. That is – if you’re okay with it. I know I’m not actually your dad, and I just realized how what I suggested sounds…

*he chuckles slightly and nods* thanks Carlos.. *he dries his eyes and gets up*

*Carlos stands up as well and brushes off his coat and legs. He then offers Max a hand to hold*

*he hesitates before taking Carlos’ hand and walking back to his tent, yawning ocasionally*

*Carlos is silent, not sure if Max wants to talk about anything else right then. They would go at Max’s pace.*

*he was quiet for awhile til they were almost at his tent, his voice still almost a whisper* do you remember the shadow people?

*he frowns. Yeah, he remembered.* Yeah, Max. Did… has something happened?

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Huh? I’m studying the volcano. Are you a camper from one of the nearby camps?

((totally fine – i know stuff happens. Glad to see you back! 🙂

What’s it to you?

Well, my daughter’s a camper at the Camp Campbell. I’m just curious, really.

Yes. I am.

Oh, I see. *smiles* What are you doing out in the forest, buddy? Nice hoodie, by the way.

Trying to find the best way to set it on fire.

Oh, that’s – hey, wait… don’t do that. That’s very dangerous, and also very illegal.

Well, I want to die, but I also want this stupid fucking camp to burn with me.

…. Jesus…

Um, I don’t think you mean that, kiddo. That’s a very permanent, uh… ‘solution’ for whatever problem you’re facing. Hey, do you have a name?

It’s max. And I can tell you with certainty that I do mean that. I even managed to snag a bottle of lighter fluid and some matches.

What? Oh my god – okay, look, son, I now you think you mean it, but you’re, what… you’re only nine? You’re young! You don’t wanna make that mistake, believe me!

I’m not fucking nine! This isn’t a mistake! This is what has to happen!

Kid – Max – is there something going on at the camp that’s angering you? What is it that is making you unhappy? Please – you can tell me.

I don’t even know you. Why do you care anyway?

For one, I’m also in this forest. But I have a daughter about your, um… size. I know that when you’re angry it can seem like the end of the world.

*maxs head snaps up quickly* *he glares at carlos* are you saying that just because I’m young a short term anger will make me do this? That’s stupid. This isn’t because of some small inconvienece. This is way bigger than you think. Now if you’ll excuse me… *max tries to walk away*

Wait – stop! *He walks up and grabs the kid by the hoodie, pulling him up off the ground*

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*Max makes his way to the QM store and stood outside the door*

So… what exactly is the plan with the Tide Pods in the bucket? Are you going to test how quickly the outer film dissolves, or if it goes into osmosis?

Eh, I was just gonna see if it was weird with lake water or not, but that other stuff’s pretty cool too, I guess. *He turns the door handle* He actually left it unlocked this time.. *he kicks the door open but not too harshly*

Oh – do you think the lake water might do something interesting to it? I think that’s a great thing to ex – OH MY GOD WHAT IS THAT???

*there’s an upside down crucifix within view of the door and nailed to it is a chicken teddy bear. As in… a teddy made out of chicken that looked like it belonged in a freezer. Bits of dark fur stuck out of the seams and a dark liquid looked to be seeping out. Was that blood? It was really watered down though… some kind of slime?*

WHAT THE FUCK?!

*without really thinking Carlos snaps his hands down to cover Max’s eyes and quickly backed them out, slamming the door shut*

What… what?? What the hell…??

*who just had some gross-ass effigy in their storehouse??*

……I don’t know what I expected.

What was that? No, what the hell was that?? Why did he have that?? Oh God – why is he near children????????

*Max shrugged* The inner machinations of his mind are an enigma.

Alright. Let’s try this again. *Max grabed a stick from the side of the QMS (quartermaster store) and reaches to turn the door handle*

What? No – why are you going to go in there again? Max, what if he has something dangerous in there? *Dammit – he left his danger meter a the camp site!*

Why d’you think I grabbed a stick? Now, c’mon. I can whack it out the window and we won’t have to see it again. We can get the bucket and go.

No – no, no, no, Max, let’s not. This is clearly a red zone and we should probably think of something else.

But- fiiiiine. *he tosses the stick back onto the ground* There’s probably one in the mess hall maybe. I dunno this place is cheap.

*sighs in relief* Okay… let’s go check. If not, I can invent one. O-or, something like it, I mean.

Making one will take longer than finding one. *he makes his way to the mess hall which was connected with the QMS. He tries to pull open the doors but they won’t budge* dammit.

Lemme try. *he takes the handle and turns it, pushing in*. Doors from the outside almost always open inwards.

…I knew that.

*smiles at Max as he steps inside* So… what sort of stuff do you think we can find in here? An empty food bucket, maybe?

There should be some sort of pot or something in the kitchen. Maybe a mop bucket too. Whatever comes first.

Ah, a pot. That could work. Good thinking. We’ll of course be sure to wash it thoroughly after we’re done with it.

Would we need to? I mean we are putting cleaning stuff in it. *He dug around in the kitchen area*

Yeah but, we probably shouldn’t be letting any part of a tide pod get into people’s mouths. Let alone the lake water. *He looks around in the shelves that Max can’t quite reach*

You’re probably right. But it’s not like one of us hasn’t eaten podscum before.. hey I think I found something.

Yeah? *looks down at Max to see*

*he pulls out a large pot, resulting in multiple pots and pans crashing down in front of him* ,,yikes.

Ah – Jesus! Max, are you hurt? *he goes over to start piling the impliments away from Max*

I’m fiiine. Barely even touched me. *one of the fallen pans ripped a little hole in his jeans, resulting in a scraped knee. He stood up holding the large pot in front of him* this’ll work, right?

*grumbles at one of the pans – it looked like it was fifty years old and had some sharp edges. He looks at Max* Yeah, that looks like it’ll work, I thi– Max, you’re hurt!