Title:           Camping wiith Emily, Demona, Andy, and Scout
Author:          Uncle_Joe
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First Edit:      Tuesday 28th of October 2014 04:28:16 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Tuesday 11th of November 2014 05:49:39 PM CDT

*Note I did not write this I simply grabbed it before it disappeared into the archive credit goes to the anon who wrote it
 
>Demona, Emily, Scout and Andy all go camping
>hiking to the campsite
>Emily only gets through a single verse of "So Many Wonders" before Demona gently asks her to stop
>Andy and Scout playfully compete over who brought the better gear
>Scout insists her Scandinavian Gransfors is better than the axe Andy made out of fishing line, a deer antler, and the large horse dildo he found in Emily's pack
>chops down a whole tree to prove it
>some fretting about the waste, but by afternoon Andy has whittled it into two spacious canoes
>everyone goes canoeing, though Emily needs some coaxing because "the motives of seaponies are canonically unclear"
>back at the campsite, Emily knits a pair of socks while Scout sets about building a mathematically perfect teepee campfire
>Andy complains it could have gone faster if she hadn't made him leave his blowtorch at home
>while Emily cooks a spaghetti dinner, Demona eavesdrops on a conversation over the protein content of various insect species
>remarks that she prefers to "just eat the fun ones"
>everyone finishes eating, spoopy campfire stories are traded, including "The Haunted Biodiesel" and "The Legend of the Headless Horse Tulpa"
>Demona makes everyone shit their pants by running out of the woods shapeshifted as the Goatman
>time to turn in for the night
>Scout helps Emily and Demona rig a hammock tarp (it's a warm night)
>tries to convince Andy to abandon the hobbit hole he's building out of moss and sleep in her spacious tent
>he finally agrees
>everyone drifts off to the sounds of the crickets
>camping with Demona, Emily, Andy and Scout
>a storm rolls through the campsite late into the night
>everyone is awoken by loud peals of thunder
>Scout leaves her tent to check on the other two since their hammock tarp may not be correctly rigged for rain
>hears a squeal in the dark
>unbeknownst to her Demona has been tickling Emily mercilessly and chased her shrieking out into the warm rain in her underpants
>deeper in the woods, Emily finds herself pinned against a tree trunk by unseen appendages in the pitch black night
>both of them collapse giggling to the ground, writhing in the mud as sheets of rain pelt their naked bodies
>back at the camp, Scout runs back into the tent to tell Andy the other two are missing
>finds him frenziedly working on a makeshift lightning rod put together from a curtain rod, home-brewed tar, and the zipper from one of Demona's latex "accessories"
>he holsters his duct tape and makes ready to climb the tree with it
>Scout frantically tries to stop him, the storm is intensifying and it's too dangerous
>Andy won't be deterred, begins to climb the tree while Scout goes into a spitting-mad fit about his stubbornness
>she is threatening to cut the tree down if he doesn't stop when they both hear a roar, unmistakeable to Scout's experienced hearing
>a bear has wandered into the campsite
>Scout hurriedly scampers up the tree after Andy
>they both sit on a branch, shivering in the walls of rain, listening to the animal crash around below
>she leans her damp body against his for warmth
>their faces brush in the dark, rivulets of water running down their skin and hair
>Scout turns her head, feeling the faint heat of Andy's breath close to her face
>their lips lock for an instant, saliva mixing with fresh rainwater, the charge of the lightning storm still tingling in the air
>they break off with a gasp, the storm has let up and the moon appears from behind the clouds
>voices are calling their names from below
>Emily and Demona have returned
>the layers of mud caking their bodies masked their scent from the bear, which Demona has simply swallowed whole
>the only dry place left anywhere now is Scout's tent, and there's a chill in the air
>everyone dries off the best they can and passes out in a pile, covered in blankets and thoroughly exhausted