You strummed the last chord on your guitar, ending the song that you performed for the group of friends that had gone camping with you.

They all clapped, smiling. "Great job! Now, time for s'mores!" One of your friends exclaimed as they stood to get the supplies.
A small fire sat in between the five of you, (excluding the one that got the s'mores) and each of them sat on their logs, eagerly waiting for some of the delicious marshmallow treats.

You sit there, setting your guitar down as your friend can back with graham crackers, chocolate, marshmallows, and skewers.

A few minutes later, all of you had each had a s'more, you and another friend tried to get a second, but there was only one sandwich left.
You hurriedly grab the bag of marshmallows and hide it from them, causing them to be confused.
"Uhh, where'd the marshmallows go-?" They asked moving things around and searching (almost desperately) for them. "Oh... Uhm... Weird, I don't know...?" You reply, trying to play it off like nothing was wrong. "Damn... I wanted another one... oh well." They sighed with a chuckle and walked off, sitting back down by the campfire.
You sigh a breath of relief as you pull the marshmallows from behind your back and begin making your snack.

You hear something behind you, but shake it off as you figure it was probably just the group.

Hands reach their way around your throat, as you begin to choke. You're being suffocated by your friend who wanted the other S'more.

"L-LET ME- ME GO Y-YOU PRICK-" You breath out before you stumble backwards, carrying your friend with you. As you continue to be choked, you trip over one of the logs, and fall backwards.

Luckily, you had a soft landing, but your friend didn't.
His shoulders and head landed in the firepit.

Your other friends screamed, clasping their hands to their faces in shock, but you were oblivious to the situation.

You stand completely, dusting yourself off from the fall.
"Would you guys stop that screaming." You say loudly till you turn around, noticing the screaming coming from your friend.

They jolt and squirm, fire engulfing their face. You reach out to help but it's too late. By now, they had lied there still, no more movement.

You stand back up fully again and look at the charred shoulders and face of your friend. Pain and sadness filled your body, but your brain didn't feel that.

Your brows angled and a smile grew into your lips.

"My marshmallow you bitch."

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Tbh, I would fight over food ngl, but damn... I wouldn't kill anyone XD