"Alright! Time for s'mores!"

It didn't matter who said it, because they were all thinking it. It only took a few minutes to have marshmallows and sticks passed to every 2 or 3 hermits since they didn't have one for everyone. A few hermits had extra marshmallows despite Xisuma swearing he counted them out correctly, but he shrugged it off. There was plenty extra in the bag anyway.

"Hey, we should tell scary stories!" Iskall offered slyly, getting a mix of reactions from everyone else.

"Ooh yes!" Cleo cheered, while Stress next to her looked way less enthusiastic.

"Are you sure about that?" Mumbo chuckled nervously.

"Oh don't be a chicken Mumbo!" Grian lightly punched him in the arm not so lightly.

"Coming from you!" He retaliated.

"What's a camping trip without scary stories?" Doc asked with his thick German accent.

"I'm down." Etho shrugged.

"It's just a story. I tell those all the time!" Joe reasoned to himself.

"Yeah, let's do this!" Pearl said.

"Alright," X said a little nervously. "I guess if everyone wants to...."

There were some quiet protests that were drowned out by the whooping and hollering of the hermits that were excited.

"-and she got bitten by the zombie, infecting the rest of the survivors in their bunker with no escape!" Cleo finished with an evil grin on her face.

For a quiet moment there was silence, hermits holding each other in fear as crickets sang in the background.

"Petition to never let Cleo tell another spooky story again?" Joe asked quietly, breaking the silence.

"Yes!"

"Never again!"

"Yup yup yup!"

"I agree!"

Were all heard from the terrified crowd, as well as hands going up to agree and heads nodding.

"Y'all are babies." She laughed with a smug expression.

"Maybe someone with a less scary one should go?" Xisuma suggested.

"I might have one?" Mumbo offered, getting urged on to tell it from the others.

He told a grand story of a little potato growing up to be a superhero/knock off batman, with crystal laser explosions to stop bad guys in one swoop. A few people were slightly in awe of it, but the majority of the hermits were laughing and having fun with it instead. Someone offered the idea of a racehorse that was really a donkey and said they should make a movie of it later back at school.

Now that everyone had calmed down from Cleo's story and gotten a good laugh out of Mumbo's, Iskall offered to go, giving a sly glance to Jevin who took the hint.

"This story takes place in these very woods...." Iskall started, glancing at all of the hermits' faces before continuing.

"Legend tells of a tale of the slime monster, who creeps around at night in the woods. It is slow, but never stops moving, so every second you aren't moving, it's getting closer. It consumes anything in its path by sucking it into his slimy skin, trapping it inside, and slowly dissolving it with his acid slime in the middle." Iskall paused to look around at the hermits, some holding each other in fear. They smiled and looked at Jevins spot, now empty, and continued on.

"Once it touches you, it's impossible to get out, so there's really no use in trying. Like quicksand, struggling only makes it faster. Luckily, you have a warning when it's coming because you can hear the 'shlomp' sound it makes when it walks." Iskall stayed quiet and looked towards the woods.

"Anyone hear it?" They asked.

"Oh pfft, there's no such thing." Mumbo said with a high pitched voice.

"Are you sure about that Mr. Jumbo?" Iskall asked.

Quietly, there was the exact shlomp sound coming from the woods somewhere, and Ren jumped from his seat.

"What is it?" Doc asked, concerned.

"You didn't hear that?!" He asked, his tail spiked up with his ears darted around the woods trying to find it again.

"Oh, Ren must've heard the slime monster coming to eat us all and destroy the camp!" Iskall said casually with a shrug.

"Come on, Iskall! Don't scare Ren like that." Mumbo said. "I'm sure you just set this all up and threw a rock or something while we weren't looking to make the sound, there's no such..." Mumbo paused as he heard a noise behind him, and the hair on his neck spiked up.

'shlomp'

"Thing.... As... a...." He continued slowly.

'Shlomp'

He gulped.

'SHLOMP'

"Slime monster...." His voice squeaked.

Everyone was staring towards him, but it was too dark to see anything.

A cold hand was felt on Mumbo's shoulders, dripping down his jacket slowly, and he absolutely shrieked.

The others were screaming now too, running to the other side of the campfire.

Mumbo jumped out of his seat and ran forwards a few feet before whipping his head around to get a look at what was behind him.

The crowd went silent as they peered into the darkness, before the creature stepped forwards, revealing himself in the light of the campfire.

"IJEVEN?!" At least 7 people yelled in confusion.

"Wha- what wha....." Mumbo started to stutter, his breath catching on each word.

"Oh damn we got you so good!" Iskall wheezed in their iconic laughter. They were standing next to the "slime monster", and high fived Jevin who was doubling over in laughter too.

"That was an amazing idea, Iskall." Jevin complimented casually while the rest of the hermits regained their senses "Props for the great story too."

"And props to you for the acting!" Iskall smiled.

"So you planned all this!?" Ren asked.

Iskall and Jevin both nodded.

"Got the idea from the hike when Tango hit the poison ivy." Iskall explained.

"Why me!?" Mumbo asked.

"Oh come on dude, who else?" Iskall answered. "Anyone else wouldn't be fazed, would hear Jevin from a mile away and ruin it, or punch him if they got scared."

"I hate you so much, Iskall." Mumbo glared with a slight laugh added. He dusted off his jacket trying to get the slime off which just stuck to his hand instead and he frowned. His heart was still racing, but he tried to distract himself with the cleanliness of his jacket instead.

"Any tips for this stuff?" Mumbo asked Jevin.

"Oh uh- sorry. You can put it into the wash when you get home by itself and it'll be fine, but we don't have many of those out here."

"It's fine. Only another 2 nights anyway." Mumbo said.

"Speaking of, I think it's time we all head to bed-" Xisuma paused, "-or uh- tent I guess. Nevermind that joke, let's just go to sleep." He sighed.

(Hey! Who did you imagine saying "Time for s'mores!" at the start? Just curious!)

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Thanks for reading! And hey I got this before Halloween! good Timing I'd say! 

Have an amazing day or night, and hey off topic, but if you like Skeppy and Bad and healthy amount of crime, you might like my new oneshots book up that has a prevue chapter for those two. If you like it, vote and I might make it into a full book!