Branch, Biggie, and Guy Diamond had finally arrived at Misty Meadows after hours of playing I Spy and Would You Rather.

The sky was already fading into it's stunning orange shade that was a pale pink towards the bottom.

“Biggie, can you collect firewood? Guy and I can set up the tent.” Branch asked, and pulled a big wooden hammer out to nail the tent to the ground.

Biggie saluted and ran off quickly, picking up as many limbs as he could find near the tent.

Guy looked at the hammer, his glittery face showing that he was terrified. “Will that hurt me?”

Branch shrugged. “Maybe not?"

Guy put a nail through a hole on a rope that was attached to the tent and held it in place.

Branch held the hammer high and as he brought it down, Guy pulled his hand away, causing Branch just to pound the ground violently and break the hammer.

“Sorry.” Guy tried to put the hammer together like a 3D puzzle.

“Don't be, I probably would've broken your fingers anyways.” Branch chuckled quietly and pushed the broken pieces against a tree to hopefully decompose, and looked through the bag to find scissors.

“What are those for?” Guy asked curiously.

Branch took the scissors and snipped a few parts of Guy's hair off, which immediately grew back.

“What was that for?”

Branch tied one part Guy's hair around one of the ropes and tied it around a tree, and did the same on the other side.

“That will work for now.” Branch looked inside the tent to make sure it was perfect. “It's really hot in here.”

He came out, fanning his hands to cool himself off.

Biggie came back, carrying really small twigs.

“What kind of fire are we supposed to make with those?” Guy asked in a sarcastic tone, shaking his head at Biggie. “S.M.H.”

“Well, we're not making a bonfire so these will work.” Branch picked up two pebbles and rubbed them together at a rapid rate and held it over the twigs, which were now on the ground.

A spark ignited from the rocks and landed on the pile, sparking a small fire which quickly grew.

“Ooh.” Guy sat next to the fire and dug through the bag to find crackers, chocolate, and marshtatoes. “Want a smore?”

Biggie and Branch both nodded their heads and stuck a marshtato on the a stick that wasn't included in the fire.

Biggie happily held his stick right over the fire, creating a perfectly gooey, golden marshtato to blend with the sugary chocolate and flavory cracker making the ideal s'more.

He ate it, savoring each delicious bite. “Thanks for packing this Guy!”

Branch watched Biggie's movements closely and tried to imitate them, but failed, burning his marshtsto.

He quickly shook it around, trying to stop the flaming snack from turning completely black.

“Oh boy..” Guy and Biggie laughed at him.

He eventually put it out, but not in time. It had completely burnt and looked nothing like Biggie's had.

Branch sighed and put it on the cracker and putting chocolate and another cracked on top.

The chocolate immediately melted and oozed off and covered Branch's hands.

He ate it anyways, and licked his chocolatey fingers.

Guy continued laughing. “I've never seen someone so bad at making a s'mores.”

Branch rolled his eyes. “That was only my first time, so I'm sure you weren't good either.”

Biggie spit a marshtato out of his mouth and grabbed his camera from his hair. “Poppy demanded photos of everything troll-like you do for the first time!”

He shoved a s'more into Branch's mouth and took a picture of him practically choking.

Branch coughed it up and pushed it aside, hopefully to decompose, since chocolate is rich in vitamins and minerals.

“Can you teach me how to properly roast a marshtato?” Branch impaled a new one on to his stick.

Guy and Biggie happily agreed and taught him a proper stick holding technique and how to tell when it's ready to be blended with the cracker and chocolate.

After ten tries, he finally correctly roasted one.

The three all sat together with their uneaten, perfectly made, delicious, heavenly, gooey, s'mores, to eat them together.

Guy and Branch took their first bites and Biggie took a picture for Poppy, and then quickly joined in to devour his own.

“Those were better than I expected.” Branch burped and slouched as he finished his.

“Yeah, s'mores are amazing!” Biggie said, brushing brown crumbs off his face.

Guy just glitter farted, and leaned against Biggie, to exhausted to support himself.

Branch yawned and fell over, comfortably falling asleep in the low grass.

Biggie seemed to be the only one still full of energy.

Guy trekked to the tent and passed out right at the entrance.

Biggie continued sitting by the fire, thinking about Mr. Dinkles.

‘Was Creek the right choice?’

‘Has Creek ever taken care of a glitter worm before?’

‘Can Mr. Dinkles swim?’

Luckily, all the thinking exhausted himself and he too, fell asleep in a very weird spot.

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lol sorry for whatever that was- I just really wanted to write and I don't wanna work on TWT because I don't know.