Seth slumped against the stone wall and sighed loudly for the third time since the start of his shift on guard duty with his teammates. “I’m bored!”
Date glanced at him side-eyed. “You don’t say.”
“We need something to keep us busy, or I’m going to fall asleep up here.”
“Why are you tired?” Lerki asked, brows furrowed.
“He crashed out of his bunk in the pre-dawn,” Tundra volunteered, stretching his arms over his head. He turned his neck and sighed at the satisfying pop in his shoulder that followed. “Any ideas?”
“Beyond doing the task that we have been assigned, none.” Date huffed.
“Hey, how about we play One Sentence Story?” Seth suggested, perking up.
Tundra groaned loudly while Lerki and Date wore complimenting confused expressions.
“And, pray tell, what is that?” Date dared to ask, already bracing himself. He could only hope it wasn’t anything like the last idea Seth had while bored; he still had no clue what Spin The Bottle was - all he knew is that the mention of it had Tundra threatening Seth physical harm for bringing it up.
“We take turns telling the story. Each person says a sentence and then the next dude decides what happens next.”
“Ah,” Lerki nodded. “This sounds good.”
Date raised an eyebrow at Tundra, waiting for his vote.
“Alright,” Tundra relented. “But don’t blame me if it sucks.”
“Dude, it’s a game. No one cares if you’re boring as porridge,” Seth said. “Who wants to go first?”
“It was your idea,” Date said, giving a dismissive wave of his hand. “After you, by all means.”
“Great. Once upon a time –”
“– oh, so it’s one of those stories,” Tundra quipped.
“– wait your turn, you dick. Once upon a time –”
“– is that part of the story?” Lerki tried to clarify.
“Does ‘wait your turn, dick’ sound like it belonged in a story?” Seth said, tossing up his hands. “Damn. Shut up and listen. I’ll tell you when I’m done alright? Once upon a time –”
“– we need to decide who goes next.” Date didn’t need to interrupt, but it was too amusing to pass up.
“– fuck!” Seth laughed in frustration. “All of you are assholes! Tundra can go next, okay? This isn’t damn mission impossible here, chill out and just let shit happen.” Huffing, he waited for one of them to comment further. When none of them said anything, he started over. “Once upon a time,” he paused to glare at his friends who were struggling to keep their sniggers under control. “Fucking pricks, all of you… Once upon a time there were two young boys who lived in the forest with their grandmother. Tundra.”
“Err… They liked to spend their time throwing rocks at the small birds and go fishing in the lake nearby.” Tundra shrugged. “Lerki?”
“One Diopside moon, the boys rose from their bedrolls, awakened by the snapping teeth of maleno khole outside their door.”
“Are you trying to give me nightmares?” Seth demanded. “What the fuck?”
Tundra started to laugh.
Lerki blinked. “Have I done it wrong?”
“No, it sounds about right. This game always ends in some sort of creepypasta.” Tundra reassured him. “Okay, Date, what are you going to do?”
Date mused in silence for a moment, stroking his chin with his fingers. “The two youths ran for the door an threw it open wide, calling in delight, 'Grandmother!’”
Seth smiled and shook his head. “Okay, so grandma’s a dog demon. Awesome.”
“Maleno khole are faery,” Lerki corrected.
Seth ignored him. “Grandmother strolled in with a forty bags strung across her long back. Tundra, your turn.”
“Fuck. Uh, 'What’s in the bags?’ the oldest asked. Lerki.”
“'These were thrown away by travellers I scared on my hunt,’ she replied. Date?”
“'With this, we’ll be fed well until the next moon!’ the second youth said as he lifted pearls and strings of beryl from one. Seth.”
“And here comes the patrol unit,” Seth said. Guess that’s a happy ending.“
"Only if you’re the melano khole,” Date muttered.