Meme's POV

Meme and his friends had woken up to the sound of a sudden loud horn. He raced out of his tent and saw the rainbow-haired woman holding an air horn up in the air. Meme saw as Socks and Blaza got out of the tent as well, looking startled and confused at the same time. "Morning fellas, go pack up the tent while I put out the fire." She said, still looking tired with slight bags under her eyes, but still having that sassy aunt personality. The trio packed up the tent as the woman stomped out the fire.
Not gonna lie Meme was still kind of tired from nearly staying up all night because of Blaza's snoring, but it allowed him to eavesdrop on 'Pastel'. All he could remember was that her name was probably Pastel, hence the long pastel rainbow hair. And whoever Swimmer was, they sounded kind, but worried.
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Finally, after multiple failed attempts, they were able to pack up the tent and Socks decided to hold it over his shoulder while they walked. "Finally, y'all take forever," Pastel said, walking deeper into the forest as they followed. Meme felt somewhat offended, but he felt something run down his spine that made him completely ignore the insult, the feeling of something, or someone, watching them. He felt paranoid, so he decided to ask anyone if they felt the same thing.
"Do you... feel something weird? Like paranoia?" Meme asked Socks. "Uhm.. I don't think so, no.?" He said, continuing to walk into the forest. Meme heard a twig snap near the group, near him. He looked at the rest of them walking to their destination, but slowly, so he could investigate and catch up. He slowly walked over where the footsteps grew louder and louder. He looked back and saw that the group wasn't far back, so he kept investigating. The more he kept looking, the more paranoid and worried he felt. What if it was Laff? What if he was spying on them and Pastel was helping him? He looked over a bush where the paranoia got him the most until...
And it was a stupid fucking squirrel, but still, he felt the eerie feeling, so he was determined to keep investigating. He took a step deeper into the unknown forest until...
"Hey, whatcha looking at?" He heard Pastel say. He snapped his head back, startled, to confirm it was her, looking confused, but not angry. "Sorry," Meme replied, looking back into the forest "I thought someone was watching me." Surprisingly, Pastel wasn't angry, she just said, "Don't worry, we'll investigate later." She walked away back to where they were walking and Meme followed, trying to ignore the stalking feeling, as he walked with the rest of his friends.
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Socks POV
⚠️WARNING: DROWNING⚠️
The next day had passed like a flash, and Pastel informed them that they would be at camp tomorrow, which made Socks feel relieved. They walked to the end of the forest, being able to see a perfect view of Laff's castle. He saw it was pitch black, and there was a huge ship-like plane being made on the side, it looked like it was close to being complete. Most of the parts were already done and construction machines were making it as well.
They were in front of a bridge, a gorge, which didn't look stable, and under the bridge was a rapid river that had massive waves. Socks still wondered why Meme was so paranoid, but when the woman came back from checking up on him, she didn't say a word, nor did Meme. Either he didn't want to talk about it, or the woman didn't want anyone to know, but he decided not to think about it.
He felt something rustle in the forest behind him, so he turned his back to see what was happening, and he noticed that the rest of the group had looked. The rustling got louder and more quickly as the woman backed up in a battle position.
Suddenly someone whooshed out of the forest so quickly, that none of them were able to even think, or even blink. The person who seemed like he was attacking had huge bat-like wings that had multiple stitches and emerald green eyes. Socks took a moment to see and it was Woolfster, alive, breathing, but didn't look like himself.
"Woolfster?" Socks mumbled under his breath. He was alive! He was seriously alive! For a second he had to pinch himself, but he looked at him. Woolfster looked like he was feral, his eyes slightly dilated. Without saying a word he ran over and grabbed Meme by the throat and flew up in the air as Meme screamed at the top of his lungs. The woman grabbed a crossbow from her belt, aiming it at one of Woolfster's wings. Woolfster looked down, and dropped Meme, making the woman immediately shoot the arrow into his wing. Luckily, they were only a few yards off the ground, so Meme didn't suffer any serious injury as he fell to the ground. Still, he screamed in pain from the impact. Woolfster, too, fell to the ground, but didn't say anything. All he did was get up and take the arrow out of his wing as it bled. He ran over to Blaza and pinned him down, his sharp claws scratching his face as there was slight bloodshed. The woman lunged over to him, wrestling with him as he tossed and turned. He grabbed the woman by the collar and threw her to a tree trunk, making her yelp in pain. Woolfster looked at Socks, then at full speed, before Socks could run out of the way, he ran towards him and grabbed him throwing him full force onto the unstable bridge, making it immediately break. The last thing he heard was, "SOCKS!!" By Blaza and Meme. He grabbed the rope, that had attempted to hold the bridge, tightly. All he heard was his ears ringing, the rapid river below him, and soon, the sound of wings flapping away, and his rapid breathing.
He looked up and saw the rainbow-haired woman lower down and lend her hand over to Socks. "Hey! Try and grab my hand!!" She yelled, leaning more so Socks could climb and grab her hand which was yards away. He tried pulling himself up with the rope, but the sound of the bridge creaking and the feeling of it getting closer to the water made him immediately grab the rope with both hands again. The woman yelled again, "DON'T WORRY, JUST GRAB MY HAND!!" Socks looked up again and did the unthinkable. He used the rope to pull him up and jumped to reach her hand, but the bridge broke completely, making it fall into the water.
His body sunk into the water, not having time to prepare. He swam up to the surface to take a breath, but the rapid waves hit him, making him submerge back into the water. He saw as the pieces of the bridge floated up into the air. He kept trying to the pieces of floating wood, but soon he didn't have the energy to swim back to the surface, he ran out of oxygen, and submerging deeper into the water. His eyes slowly closed as he lost consciousness.

Well, that was a train wreck (1243 words)