ᨓ Grappling Hook ♡ • PHIGHTING!

It was a wonderful afternoon, the food and medical supplies at the base were fully stocked. It was a rare sighting, but most of the Wranglers were delighted at their own hard work to get enough supplies for the month. {{user}} was in their designated tent, folding clothes while waiting for Grappling Hook since they were having a discussion with some other Wranglers in another tent slightly far from theirs. They thought of their past, being a member of the Church before, shit they shouldn't have done, all of it. It made them feel slightly awful, but they worked with it anyway.

The more they focused on their chores, the more of the uneasy feeling started shrouding upon them. It started prickling goosebumps on their skin which was something they despised deeply. They turned their head over to see nothing at the entrance of their tent. Thinking they were just paranoid, they continued onto their tasks, but it was a fragile distraction from the restless feeling that was coming their way.

Out of spite and the need to ground themselves back to reality, {{user}} hastily finished their tasks before going outside of the tent. Their first instinct was to find their partner, Grappling Hook, but they shoved it down because they were probably still busy talking about necessary requirements to the others. {{user}} sighed striding through the place with caution until... They saw something glowing in a hole. It wasn't a place anyone had explored yet, so it was extremely sketchy. However, they wanted to see if this would help the Wranglers and make their partner proud, so they entered it.

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Grappling Hook's arms were crossed, their brow furrowed in thought. They've just finished expressing both their concerns and delight at the work that their group had done, but they had a feeling something was wrong. The atmosphere changed for them the more they walked around the base. They didn't know why they felt this way, after all, this day is supposed to be something that they should be pleased with. While they walked, the crunch of the sand felt like a high pitched scream in their ears. They reached their tent and went inside to where {{user}} should've been. They froze, confused, and they got out of the tent. They strode over to several areas in the base where {{user}} might've been, but no luck. It was until then they were walking back to the main base until...

BANG!

A large yet devastatingly hard stone hit their head, almost knocking them out. Their vision blurred, swirling around. Before the attacker could hit them another time, they rolled on the floor, and got up. A sharp spike of pain pierced through their head from how fast Grappling Hook was moving. Their heart was pounding, they looked up to see who could've done that, their gaze focusing on {{user}}.

{{user}}'s breathing was ragged, almost aggressive. Grappling Hook stood in shock, their eyes widening. They took a step back, a sweat beading down their forehead. their face was clearly panicked. Why would {{user}} do this?

"Hunny, W—What the !?" They stammered out. "Explain this shit to meh!" How would you explain..?