#onelittlebastard

{ @a-little-oopsie-daisy }

“Of course! What’s up, buttercup?”

“Okay so” Max pinches his nose, feeling the embarrassment build up inside him. “-I’ve got some shitty ass bubble gum stuck in my hair.” Max hisses, wishing he wasn’t in this predicament. It was humiliating and he despised anyone touching his hair. However, being the only counselor in sight at this moment, he didn’t know who else to turn to. That and Daisy wasn’t going to embarrass him in front of everyone, he trusted her with that.

“How the fuck am I supposed to get it out? Do we have to cut it?”

Max and his parents had moved into this small town in Oregon about a week ago. This gave the dark haired boy enough time to go out exploring his new neighbourhood. Of course, he is desensitised to the stupidity of some of the town’s folks and hasn’t really been impressed by anything he’s seen so far. With such a pessimistic outlook on life Max is very hard to impress.

However, to say that this town, ‘Gravity Falls’, wasn’t strange would be a lie. The cynical little lad could swear that he’s seen a few shifty figures wearing pointy hats. The way they moved and how tiny they were, made him wonder whether they were even human at all.

Now, Max didn’t believe too much in the supernatural but things here were defiantly weird. It was only a few moments ago that he could have sworn that he was being followed by a tall shadow, which made a shaking sound whenever he turned his back. Such a presence made him sprint through the woods, ultimately causing him to take a break after sometime.

However, even now he is not alone. There is someone approaching. How many weirdos is he going to run into in this God forsaken town?

Well, this is new. A new camper, who doesn’t seem like they might have some stupid scheme up their sleeve or who isn’t overly enthusiastic about whatever dumb camp they signed up for? Max can hardly believe his eyes.

However, seeing this guy all alone and away from the camp is quite depressing, even for someone as pessimistic as Max. Is it possible that someone else is as miserable as he is here? That’s both oddly comforting and terrifying for the ten year old.

“Ugh. Hey, Matt, right?” Wow this is really rather baffling; is he actually feeling some kind of sympathy towards the other. No! That is not it. He is merely just finding out what’s up with this guy...or so he tells himself.

“...Aren’t you going to obsess over your registered camp activity like everyone else? As far as I know, you haven’t said a single word since you got here.”

“Nikki. Psst. Nikki.” Max calls, attempting to awake the little mischief maker (assuming that she is asleep). The ten year old stands outside of Nikki’s tent, mentally cursing the unfortunate weather they are having.This night in particular is quite bitter, considering it’s the middle of summer. His breath escapes his lips with puffs of smoke. The wind shifts the dark curls on his head. Fuck David. Fuck Gwen. It sure would be nice to be able to go indoors tonight.

{ @ima-musing }

David sat up and puts his hand on Max’s head “ if you stay quiet, I’ll show you…” the man crawls down from his bed and reaches under, pulling the bear from underneath. He pats off the dust and dirt and shows it to the boy “ you accidentally left it here after Gwen scared you out this morning, remember? You were napping with me because of a nightmare and you dropped him when you ran…” he was saying all of this in a quiet voice so no one will hear and do max won’t get embarrassed. “ I was going to take it back to your cabin, but I kept getting sidetracked…sorry max” he sits on the bed again and smiles at the boy

David’s affectionate gesture is sadly met with furious little swipes as Max attempts to get his hand away from his hair.

The aggravated child watches his counselor with a harsh gaze as he manoeuvres off the bed. However, in the pit of his stomach he begins to feel his humiliation building up. Its starting to become quite obvious what has happened, giving the events of last night.

“Mr Honeynuts.” He gasps, hands reaching out to claim his stuffed bear. The tattered teddy is held closely to his chest. 

Yet, his ecstatic expression is soon replaced with his guarded facade.”Never. Speak. Of. THAT. Again.” He growls, pointing a threatening finger at the red head. “I mean it David. I will fucking murder you if it gets back to the others.” David didn’t deserve such harsh treatment, especially when he is always so kind and understanding towards such a troublesome boy. Yet, being open about vulnerability is just not something Max is capable of.

{ @blackstardiopside }

Wow, did this kid have a pottymouth.  In fairness, the runt had no room to complain, since she could turn into a sailor herself when she was angry (though it was rare for her to get that enraged.  “Black Star Diopside, yes, it’s the name of a rock I know, because I technically am a rock.  So, what’s your name?”

“Well, that’s a dumb name.” The contemptible boy replies in a tone so drab that he seems disinterested. 

Despite the misleading tone however, Max is quite rapt on the idea of this clearly conscious life form being a mere rock. How does something like that even come about?

”Ugh a rock? Well that would explain the weird coloured skin. I thought maybe, you thought it was Halloween.” Max adds. He has to admit out of all the strange things he’s seen since being jettisoned at Camp Campbell a talking rock certainly made the list on the most bizarre. 

“Look, I’m just going to call you BS. I figure that name works for you.” A rude nickname, but this is to be expected from the cynical ten year old. Although, Blackstar in no way deserves such treatment.

{Starter for @prcblemchiild } 

Max examines the pieces he has collected as they remain strew across the floor. Everything seems in place so far. A part from perhaps that pestilent boulder, which he knows he hasn't a chance in lifting. Not with his feeble ten year old arms. This just won't do. There must be a way to manoeuvre this considerable rock. Young eyes search the area for an answer; until finally they latch upon the camp's bully. 

Nurf. 

 Ah he'll have to do. 

 “Nurf. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I need you for something.” His monotone voice fails to capture his so-called flummoxed feelings as he approaches the broader lad. "I need your muscle power for something that even you won't be able to screw up..."