RUN YOU MUFFINHEAAAAGH!" yelled a black-skinned demon as he looked behind his shoulder. A smiling green figure sporting a full set of iron and a sword to match sprinted at the hooded muffin demon, swinging with strength all the while. "SAPNAP! GEOR-" The friendly demon was stabbed, disintegrating into a puff of smoke as his collection of cobble and other knick-knacks fell into the grass.

BadBoyHalo was slain by Dream.

"WHAT?! GEORGE! RUN! RUN! HE'S RIGHT BEHIND YOU!" The disembodied voice yelled, a new demon fresh out of the box coming into being in a birch forest.
A man sporting a bandanna sprinted away in fear, running away from the oaks and towards an open field, not wanting to be in the same boat as his now slain partner.
The last of the runners was busy climbing up into the branches of a tree, forgetting to adjust his white-rimmed sunglasses as twigs set them askew.

"C'MERE GEORGE!" The yell drowned out any background noise coming from the other two players.

An iron blade swung at the trunk, sending a small shake up the scrawny tree. While the impact wasn't enough to send down the brown-haired player, it was enough to send down the glasses. Thankfully they landed unharmed in the ferns, quickly getting snatched and tucked into an armored green hoodie.

"DREAM! LEAVE ME ALONE! SAPNAP! HELP ME!"

But the other fiery comrade had bolted into a cave, wanting to wait out the massacre.

The blade struck at the branches below the blue-T'ed, doing some tree trimming. The climber continued to go in the obvious direction, wanting to get away from the masked man below. His efforts were for naught, however, as the clash of flint and steel below rang through the air. The newly birthed fire ate greedily at the bark, more of it's breatheren spawning around the other trees.

Reaching the top of the tree, George only had a few moments before the flames ate the branches he was perched on. Jumping would mean the chase starts again, the same with staying. But if he stayed, then he got no advantages against the many dis. With a jump he could at least get a head start. Suit of iron on the verge of shattering, George pulled out his own sword and readied his shield.

One.

Two.

Three.

He leapt off the branches, landing hard on the usually softer grass. But it twas but a mere flesh wound compared to what began give chase, it letting out it's fearful battle cry. Screaming as his shield pushed away tall bushes, George sprinted through the sweet berry patch. His health was dangerously low, the prickly branches not helping as they broke away pieces of his armor. One prick in particular sent all of George's hard-earned belongings into it's clutches.

GeorgeNotFound was poked to death trying to escape Dream

A tea kettle promptly sounded, competing with George's very loud scream. "WHAT!?"

"George! What just happened?!"

"You Muffinhead!"

"The bush killed me!" George responded, his new avatar landing in a birch forest.

"Sapnap! What are your cords?"

"Eh, (Insert random cave coordina-) AAGH!"

"Sap. Nap. Come here." The green man asked as he picked through the items, sneaking the few ender pearls and diamonds into his inventory. He then chucked a spark via flint and steel at the remaining items.

The remaining hunter dashed out of the cave, a hoard of zombies, skeletons, and a glitched witch chasing him out. His so-called target already on his way having spotted him. While most of the mob group mindlessly went into sunlight went ablaze, the witch was throwing potions of poison and slowness as Sapnap.

Pulling out a freshly repaired iron sword, the smiling white blob made his way over to the now nearest player.

Sapnap, running no longer the safest option, turned around and swung at the witch. An arrow from the last burning skeleton was the straw that broke Sapnap's back.

Sapnap was shot by a skeleton.

"NO! I was so close!" Dream said in anguish, not being able to get the kill. The skeleton burned to a crisp before it could fire another arrow, leaving the witch open. Thanks to the fallen hunter, the witch was down with a swing of the sword.

As the witch faded to smoke, it dropped a stick and a notebook. Somewhat curious as he picked through the leftover items, he picked up the book and opened the lonely page.

Congratulations!

Enjoy your free trip!

"Dream? What did you do?"

"I just got an email for a "Trip to Revtal". Any clues?

"No idea this end. But looks cool! I'm reading here that whoever sent us this is paying for the plane tickets."

"Sapnap, I killed that witch and it dropped a book. Let me check my email.-

I got one too."

"Wait. So if we all go, then we can hang out in person!"

"Wait just a second Bad. We don't even know where we are going."

"The website says that it's an island up by Iceland. Their boasting their cabins and hikes into the rare rainforest to the south of the island. The rest of the island is populated by oaks and pine trees."

"They have a website?"

"It looks legit. The reviews are going crazy about it."

"Sapnap. I can't find it."

"George, look for the blue words."

"Oh. There they are."

"Lizard people? I bet just a legend to bring in more customers."

"But even so, they still make the money."

"I'll say. The room is 2,020 dollars."

"Bad, that for a week?"

"One. Night. And that doesn't involve food, water, and electricity."

"Well Bad, it does say it is a hard place to get those resources towards. But from what I'm seeing everything else on the island is free. Oh. And we all get 2 weeks on the house."

"Dream. Kill more cave witches."

Day of arrival

Preparing to get off the plane, George fumbled slightly with his luggage. The plane itself was small and hardly seemed strong enough for flying across the 50 mile stretch of ocean, especially during the windy night. Having to hopscotch across a chain of islands, the group started at the coast of Iceland and continued across the string of large islands. The island was still cold, not having the time to warm up in the sunlight.

Sapnap hopped out of the doorway, not fazed by the drop onto the landing pad. Bad was right behind, nearly dropping his bag of snacks before recovering. Dream was next, using his superior extra 5 inches, getting out of the plane easily. luggage parking on the asphalt, the blonde turned and grabbed George's bags.

"Dream! Give those back!"

"Come get them then." He smirked, turning to his own, now missing, bags. A bell-boy or someone had already squirreled them away to a trolley aimed at a five-story tall log cabin.

Hopping out of the plane, "Not so fun, is it."

"Less work for me."

"Alright!" Bad exclaimed, following the bell man.

The remaining four passengers in the plane were your typical tourists, already taking photos and planning their vacation plans. Shrugging, Dream took the rear of his own group behind George and Sapnap, leaving behind the tourists.

The hotel itself was grand yet felt homey at the same time. Carpet covered areas inhabited by couches and ringed hallways are areas of high standing regions. The rest was a beautiful stained pine wood floor, knots adding style and points of interest to the individual boards. Past the main lobby was a larger area with a ceiling matching that of the third floor. The windows were grand, creating a clear barrier between the warm lodge and the tranquil forest floor. Sapnap took a closer look at one of the windows, snickering.

"Look." He pointed to the middle of the spotted window, a few feathers of down difficult to see. "Guess even a place as grand as this still can't keep the windows clean 24/7."

George went over for a better look, leaving Dream to get the rooms or cabins situated.

"Huh. That's the only bird smack I can see. And it's big too. Maybe a crane or an eagle?" he pondered, bending up and down as the morning light illuminated the dusty imprint of the mid-flight bird.

Meanwhile, Sapnap and Bad were busy looking at the giant chandelier above their heads. Unlike most decorative light sources made out of metal, this one looked to be made entirely out of large moose, deer, and elk antlers. Somehow, someway, the candles perched on each horn and other reasonable spots were alit, casting a soft glow down below. Two smaller chandeliers of this same nature hung closer to the ground, but still too high to reach with a ladder.

Dream came back with the keys to a cluster of cabins on the property, along with a 'stolen' trolley loaded with their bags. A map was placed precariously on the top of Bad's muffin box, on top of the more sturdy bags.

"Hey, let's drop this off then we'll go exploring, eh?" He asked, snagging their attention away from the many decorations in the room.

From the commons outside the hotel, many different smooth paths consisting of either wood or stone snaked into the trees farther inland. As one path would branch off, a sign would give the name corresponding to the path on the map.

Which was currently in Sapnap's hands as the bandanna-wearing man lead the way down a dark wooden planked path. Bad was at the back this time, helping George guide the trolley across the routinely bumpy path. Dream was the only one without a task to do, besides take in the scenery. Many, many signs heavily encourage visitors to stay to the paths as to preserve the natural beauty for the next to visitors. Here and there some bushes threatened to invade the safe space, but none ever did. They didn't even seemed trimmed, almost as if they were content with their given space rather than try to extend it like every other bush farther out. What seemed to be an old Jeep was overturn and claimed by a large pine scraping the sky. Smaller vines and bushes fought to claim a section of the once mineral-rich artifact. What Dream assumed to be the shiny roof of the rig leaned against the tree, another shred of it planted upright into the ground.

The sunlight was scattered through the trees, a single bird singing a sorrowful tune.

The group kept up the pace, not letting the hooded man stop for a better view of the area. Before pong the path branched off, taking them further away.
Wood gave way to a short stretch of coarse dirt, a two story log cabin in sights.

"Fina-freaking-ly."
"If there's a bunk bed, I claim the top bunk!" Bad demanded, heading up to the surprisingly heavy oak door. Sapnap went back to help George guide the trolley, Dream getting in the rear to help with the pushing. Pebble after pebble got caught in the wheels, screeching their already slow brigade to a halt.
"Let's just carry the stuff in."

(AN: I do not know what the term for 'loft' means)

Meanwhile, Bad had already found the large bedroom and the loft. Setting his carry-on on the small bed up in the rafters, the glasses-wearing male had claimed his domain. The loft itself was roomy, the rope ladder's rungs heading down to the floor being made out of smoothen pine wood.

Down below the loft was a decently sized common room- perfect for games or hanging out. The leather couch looked fresh and brand new, despite some black hairs caught to a loose velcro strap.

Off to the left was a small kitchen, the fridge the only real electrical thing in the cabin besides the bathrooms. If one had to turn on the lights, in almost every small shelf scattered around the walls was an old-fashioned oil-lamp. But during the day the lamps were considered useless due to the amount of natural light pouring in through the 4-inch thick windows. While there was no official pantry, there were plenty of cupboard space which stored plenty of food. The majority of it was dry goods and cans, but there was a loaf of bread and some bagels stashed away.

To the right were where most of the bedrooms and the bathroom stayed; not much else to say there.

George walked in, Sapnap zooming by him to hurry and claim a bed. Dream chuckled, looking up and around the place.
"Looks pretty cozy." He commented, nearly bumping into a low table next to the couch. Dropping the bags, the green hoodie picked up the small 'Welcome' leaflet left by the staff.
He shoved it into his hood to read later, finding interest in the four watches laying nearby the now gone booklet.

Bad climbed back down the ladder from the loft, spying Dream spying the watches.
"What are those? Free watches?" The red-rimmed hoodie one was quick to snatch one, fiddling with the strap now around his wrist.
"Not sure." With that Dream pulled out the note again, opening up the mini book. Handing it to Bad, the taker of the book then began to read the entire first page out loud.

Welcome beloved guest.
Here at Revtal Resort we hope you enjoy your stay. While the obvious rules of the mainland are still in play, such as stealing, vandalism, murder, ect: there are a few rules of the resort that are purely for the visitors safety.
1: Don't stay out for long after sunset to sunrise.
This is when the majority of the native animals on the island are the most active. While some of the animals are harmless, there are those that can become a nuisance and a danger if not handled with caution.

2: If you do plan on staying out after dark, where the watches provided by either the hotel staff or found in your room. These watches are equipped with a tracker signal and an SOS button. These will also let you get back inside your cabin during the night, as at 8:00 pm the cabins will automatically go into lock-down. Don't want any bears or jaguars getting any ideas. The cabins will reopen at 6:00 AM every day.

"Huh, guess that explains the holes in the window sills." Sapnap said as he came into the living area from his claimed bedroom. "And the heavy door."
"Moving on."

The third and the most important rule is to not make physical contact with the wildlife. This is to ensure not only the animal's safety, but your own.

While staying on the paths and marked trails are advised, there is no rule stating that you cannot go off. However, be warned that you are putting yourself more at risk of getting lost and encountering one of the larger predators on the island. This is a wildlife reserve, afterall.

"Wonder what else there is?" George went to grab the booklet, to which Bad happily passed over. Skimming through the index, he found a section of the available activities. "Says they have an indoor pool, a bay for swimming, ziplines, island tours, paragliding, scuba diving, skydiving, hiking, tennis and basketball court, water polo, the list keeps going."
"Well, sounds like we'll have lots to do then tomorrow. The sun's getting ready to set (because I'm the author and I want to finish up this chapter and still be proud of it). Any plans for dinner?" Dream asked, heading over to the small yet cozy kitchen.

"Looking here, we also can get each meal of the day delivered out here." George added, continuing to read through the booklet.
"Looks like dinner is solved then. Where's the menu?" Sapnap asked, strolling over to where a phone was sitting against a wall. Nearby it just so happened to be Sapnap's holy grail. Snatching the menu before Sapnap could grab it, the Brit flipped through to the 'Dinner' tab.
"Looks like you can order anything from pasta and breadsticks to steak to burgers to seafood to soups and salads. If that's the case I'm going to get their pork chops." He handed the menu over to Sap, who ordered the steak. Bad was next, the mushroom stew standing out before the list ended at Dream with Chicken Parmesan.

The call was placed, and within the 30 minutes a knock came to the door. By now the sky was turning dark, leading for the lighting of the oil lamps. George was voted out to greet the delivery guy, a 20 buck tip in hand. Opening the oak, a pair of blazing gold yellow eyes stared at George, the scaled owner easily a full foot taller than him. Skin paling, George slammed the door shut best he could. A foot in the door sounded again.
"Sir? You alright? And your dinner is here." An older voice asked, sliding his foot back out of the doorframe.

Taking a deep breath, George looked back outside.

No monster. Just a man in his 50s or so wearing the hotel's uniform. His kind brown eyes looks synthetic at George, his frizzy black hair gaining grey. Height wise George was actually taller. Thedarker skinned man held onto the handle of a trolly, several domes plates catching a fleeting ray of light from the cabin.
"S-sorry. The light must be playing tricks on me. Had a long flight over here and must've just been tired."
"No problem at all! I am well aware of the feeling. Recently I got new contacts and I keep seeing things that aren't there or things the way they are not. Why, even the other day I picked up an apple and bit into it, only to find that I had bitten into an orange peel!" He threw his head back and let out a quick yet deep chortle. The man grabbed the trolley, and proceeded inside the room towards the kitchen.
"I assume you will be dining in the kitchen, that or the balcony on the roof." He asked, already starting to get the dinner revealed.
"We have a balcony?" Sapnap asked quietly, getting a nudge from Bad as the demon player pointed at a far too straight crack in the wall. Dream had caught the nametag of the waiter, debating on helping.

"Need any help Izzac?" He asked, but the waiter simply waved it off with an sincere smile and finished setting out the meals.
"As I do not know your names, I cannot directly give you the meal. With that, I have nothing else to do here, plus there are several others waiting for their dinners." Ending the sentence with a mumble sounding like, 'there aren't very many of these kind kids left.' Sending a wave, Izzac went back out the door, closing the oak behind him.

"Well. Dig in!"