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Rated: XGC · Non-fiction · Children's · #2184807
The gang splits up now forcing the story into separate parts
The wind roared in the heat of the night. The two newly acquainted friends stopped the minivan at the corner of the school zone.

“The trail of raccoons stop here!” Mark exclaimed as he pointed at the sleeping raccoons. “Well I guess this is a good place to go in.” Retnuh pointed to a small patch of grass which hadn't been overloaded with raccoons. As Mark took a step onto the clean patch of grass he fell into a pit.

“Hehehehehe! You fell into my trap” giggled a young man with black hair who was probably around 4’5. “You look like a youtuber,” Mark said, puzzled, “Was it Staples… No that can’t be it, can it?”

Retnuh shared Marks confusion but glared a disapproving glance at the young man.

“Leave him be!” called an equally strange voice
from the distance. “Tayla!!” Mark exclaimed as Retnuh tried to lift him out of the pit with his swol arms. “No babe leave him in the pit so we can make out in the van,”

Tayla motioned to her hot ripped 9’5 boyfriend. “No wait!” Exclaimed the young man that apparently looked like “Staples.” “You must complete my quest before you suffer unrest!” Obviously this had been a joke...right?
“Come take me on little man!” Tayla said in a threatening tone whilst loosening her high heel.

“Well fine then,” Staples said while trying to not touch the raccoons. He stepped on a raccoon and was instantly bitten, Staples tried to scream but all that came out was bad Eminem songs. “Oh yeah!” Retnuh remembered. “He makes Fortnite contemplations with really bad Eminem music in the background!” The couple shared a laugh while Mark attempted to leave the pit only to be disappointed, because the sides are reinforced with spikes.

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Wyatt had been working on a 22 subscriber special for his youtube channel https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCJYsiifK4nkckrv06iKhtXg

At least that’s what other people told him, In reality he’d thought about doing it but was always talked out of it by a little voice in the back of his head. He thought he may start.... He didn’t

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Retnuh and Tayla were making out in the van when they finally had the nerve to drive out of the schoolzone and into the elementary school for some much needed “Privacy”

“You don’t think there’d be anyone here now babe?” Tayla mentioned to his boyfriend
“Naw they’re all home being losers” Retnuh pointed at a back fire door to the school while pulling a crowbar out of his bag.

He jolted open the door to the Generator Room in the back of the school

They were gonna have a rockin’ time
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Mark eventually used his phone to call Wyatt who said “Fuck off”

He called Retnuh who didn’t pick up (Heavens knows why)

He was about to give up when he called Conor who was eating dinner at the time.
“What, you're stuck in the pit again… Fine!” Conor used his levitating power to lift Mark out of the trench and on to the land, then said, “Onward my child.”
Conor hung up

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“HEY WHAT’S GOING ON IN THERE” A voice boomed into the generator room.

That voice was none other than Alex, Mark’s sister’s boyfriend and night guard for an elementary school.

“Shit hide!” a shirtless Tayla whispered. while dressing they hid behind a generator that was making an audible hum which was able to drown out their whispers.

“You said we’d be safe shitlips!” Tayla whispered angrily to her boyfriend that could damn well be the generator they were so desperately trying to hide behind

“What was that?” The night guard asked himself nervously

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“Ok a little further and, ANDREW!” Mark called halfway expecting a response from his lost disabled friend

“OOF” Mark tripped on a log or at least he thought it was until he saw Andrew lying there with a down syndrome kids mouth gnawing on his foot. “What the fuck Andrew.”

“Mark, oh hey yeah I forgot about him after the raccoons dragged me in with that little shit… Staples was it?” Andrew asked while looking rather depressed at the downs kid that was moving on all the way up his leg.

“Ok let's get you outta here,” Mark said before carrying Andrew back and putting him on his wheelchair whilst wheeling down the road.

“Hey isn’t that Tayla and Retnuh’s van?” Mark said pointing at the minivan in front of the school.

(Chapter 8 can’t come to the phone right now… Why, Cuz it’s done)
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