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MCYT Oxenfree Chapter 1

Edward’s Island.

Fundy POV

“It used to be a military base. Then it became a ranching thing, then it was turned into an army thing, then it became a bird thing and a museum or whatever. Henry Fonda stationed here, I think, for a bit. Unless he was Navy.”

I listened to Tommy rattle on as I leaned on the rail of the ship. The salty smell of the ocean filled the overcast sky. But thankfully, it was only slightly cold. Just enough for a light jacket..

“Who’s Henry Fonda?” Eret asked, unaware that you should never ask Tommy questions when he’s explaining things. He had a tendency to not hear them.

“And around Christmas time, this little breakfast place used to sell these amazing polar bear sugar cookies…” Like normal, Tommy went on. I laughed to myself, peering back over the edge of the ferry for wildlife in the water.

“Hey,” Tommy poked me. “Are you still with us? You haven’t said anything for like… 10 minutes.”

“Oh! Yeah, yeah. My mind just drifted for a second.” I turned back, checking my watch. It was 8. Right on time.

“So, you all moved in?” Tommy continued to talk to Eret.

“Um, not really. I just got in this morning.” Eret chuckled.

“And how did Fundy’s mom meet your dad again?” Tommy was eager for gossip.

“They met on vacation in London. He got lost in a garden and thought she worked there.” Eret took it in good humor as we walked back in the boat.

I took the liberty of exploring the small craft. It wasn’t that old but still had that air to it. Slightly chipped paint and worn seats. How they got worn, I never understood. Only bird watchers and history nuts ever headed to Edward’s island anymore. Particularly not in the winter.

“Hey, there’s an old ship's wheel up here.” I called down to the others from the second story as I bent to read the placard. “It’s a replica from a… Portuguese caravel, it says.”

“Yeah! I think the Portuguese discovered the island? I dunno. I mostly slept through the maritime portion of history class.” Tommy shrugged.

“Says the kid who’s been ranting about the island for the past 18 minutes.” Eret teased. Tommy shot him a teasing glare as I came back down.

“So you guys just met tonight?” Tommy continued.

“Yeah, I was… I’d been out at school and the timing had just never worked out.” Eret shrugged.

“And what does that make you to the Furry? Second cousin or something?”

“Step bro and I am not a furry!” I groaned

“Yeah, yeah! At least you seem cool!” Tommy laughed. “Cool guy, cool eyes. You get a cool new sibling living right in your house! Wearing your clothes… eating your food ... Sharing your toothbrush.”

“Ew!” We both grimaced. The conversation dipped awkwardly.

“So… how do you two know each other?” Eret prompted us.

“Oh, from way back when, like paleozoic. Grade school era.”

“I moved from the Netherlands in the first grade and Tommy was the one I got partnered with on the first day.”

“Passengers,” Suddenly the robotical intercom kicked on, nearly scaring me out of my skin. “We’ll be arriving soon. Check under your seat-”

“Check under your seat to make sure you don’t leave behind any grandchildren.” Tommy commented over the recording sarcastically.

“And if you picked up a complimentary disposable radio, remember to tune to 102.3 at the various plaques…” It droned on.

“Ooh! We should get a picture!” Tommy suddenly stood, dragging Eret and I back to the bow of the ferry.

“Fine. Just… hold the camera out. Like… far. I don’t look my freshest right now.” I told Tommy as he pulled out his phone. I ran a hand over my ears, trying to smooth down my fur that had puffed up due to the humidity.

“It’s true, Eret. This is like B Minus Fundy.” Tommy grinned.

“Take the picture you child!” I nudged him.

“I am not a child!” Tommy retorted while holding out the camera. We all smiled as the audible click came from the phone.

“There! Great. I’ll magic erase all the warts out and stuff, so don’t worry.” Tommy checked over the photo.

Eret made a face at the mention of warts and rolled his eyes.

“Hey, Furry. Did you remember to bring that radio? The little portable one?” Tommy piped back up.

“Yeah.” I sighed, ignoring the comment as I took the object out my pocket.

“Our high school has a radio station and Finn- he’s a friend of ours- he’s filling in because TapL went on vacation with his family or something.” Tommy explained as I began twisting the knob to find the station. “It doesn’t matter. What matters is that he’s gonna say something like… basically right now about our thing so…”

We all intently listened to the radio as I found the right station, 88.3.

“... Which I played because Karl wouldn’t stop singing it during math class!” Finn seemed to be talking about the song that was just on. “But… oh! Look at the time! Just after ten o’clock. Which means my dear friend Tommy and his bros are probably just touching down on Edwards island for the yearly bash on the beach…. Or whatever we call it now.”

“But anyways, I promised him that I’d play a song from his channel, so hope you're tuned in, Tommy! Here’s Able Sisters- Sable and Mable from Animal Crossing. He’s been tormenting me to play it for ages so here. Please stop.”

The familiar song came on. I groaned quickly, shutting it off.

“Haha!” Tommy crowed. “I finally got him to do it!”

His victory rant was cut off as the ferry’s horn blasted above us.

“There’s no radio reception on the island.” Tommy continued. “I’m glad I got to hear it before it went totally kaput.”

“If we can’t use it, why’d you bring it? Not just for the boat?” Eret inquired.

“Um, no. You’ll see. Don’t expect too much but… nah. It’ll be fun. I won’t undercook it.” Tommy waved his hands mysteriously. “You’ll see.”

We all shut up as the boat began nearing the dock. The old man running the ship helped us get off, before pulling away again.

“Oh boy! Smell that clean air, lads! This ain’t city livin’!” Tommy gestured to the now dark heavens. “My other friends should be up around the bend.”

“Actually,” Eret said nervously, waiting at the top of the dock stairs. “I mean, I don’t mean to be the guy to break us up already, but Tommy, could you do me a favor? Can I have two quick minutes with Fundy?”

“Uh… you sure?” Tommy hesitated. I glanced back up at Eret. The older boy seemed sincere.

“Something wrong?” I wondered.

“Nothing’s wrong. I just need a minute.” Eret glanced at the street light above.

“Alright, but- Look, I don’t wanna go up by myself. I mean, can’t we just stick together? You’re gonna have all night to say, like… whatever.” Tommy pleaded, using his puppy dog eyes.

“But you were going to meet your friends, right?”

“Yeah but there further-”

“Tommy, it’s alright. Just wait for us at the end of the town, okay? We’ll catch up with you there.” I reasoned.

“Alright.” Tommy sighed, walking off. “Though this is a really strange way to start off, splitting up.”

“Thanks man!” Eret called after him, before turning to me. “He seems nice. Funny.”

“Yeah, he’s… what did you want to talk about? Before I suspect something nefarious.” I teased, coming back to the top of the stairs.

“Listen, I just wanted to grab you ahead of time and say you’ve been…. Cool… about everything. And I guess it’s just - for me, I’ve never moved anywhere, ya know? And, like, getting a new family at the same time kinda feels like I’m skipping the training wheels.”

“Not that it’s bad! You and your mum have been great!”

“Eh, we’ll make do.” I nudged Eret playfully. “Lemons, lemonade, however that goes.”

“You idiot.” Eret and I laughed.

“Oh, thanks for setting up the attic for me, by the way. It’s cool, how it’s a little bedroom.”

“No problem…” I looked at the dark water. I really didn’t want to touch that subject. “It’s nice, at night, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. Not chilly.” Eret nodded. “We can- we can catch back up with Tommy now. I didn’t mean to take so long.”

We walked down the stairs into the parking lot. Commenting on the lonely car, I noticed a blocked off road. I decided to ignore it in favor of heading up the long staircase to the little shops that made the town of the island.

“Oh, what’s that?” Eret pointed at the statue as we reached the top. A bird on a pedestal with a whale below it.

“I forgot this was even here.” I chuckled. “It’s a monument to some submarine that was sunk off the coast.”

“Oh, wait. Can’t you do that radio guide thing like the boat said?” Eret looked excited. “I wanna see how it works.

“Sure.” I pulled the thing out of my pocket.

“It was…. 101 or 102, I think.”

I found the station. The voice of some tour guide came on.

“Named after the Hawiian god of the sea, the USS Kanaloa was launched on January 15, 1941 and commissioned into service at the end of that year under the command of Lt. C. Dream...”

“Never heard of this before. Kinda creepy in a way, right?” Eret murmured.

“On October 28, 1943, it was sunk by the Japanese sub chaser Tokisada some 25 miles off the coast of Washington…”

“Yeah, I hate thinking about it. It reminds me of those scenes in movies where sailors have to seal somebody up to drown or else the flooding will take the whole ship, you know?” I shivered at the idea.

“... and remains, to this day, the only submarine casualty in American waters. Eighty-five officers, as well as twelve Army passengers, were lost.”

“Yeah, no. I always thought submarine duty was, like, the worst possible war assignment. There’s no way out if something goes wrong.”

I turned off the radio as the recording began again. We continued through the town. All the stores were closed. Probably because it was starting to become winter and we took the last ferry here.

“Hello kids. The other guys and gals must be further up, so be quick now.” Tommy’s voice suddenly called from the top of a ramp. We laughed, running up to him.

“Okay, speed-read definition of Edwards Island. This is a tourist trap with shops and beach. Nobody lives here except some geriatric named Mr. Halo. But, cross my heart and hope to die, we’ll never mention him or any other old person’s name again.”

“We are here to drink and be stupid. A tradition apparently started by bored recruits in the nineteen fifties who would sneak dates over from the coastal towns. They literally called it ‘trawling’.”

“Wow, interesting.” I lightly mocked. Eret snorted behind me.

“Yeah, like kids at camp or something.” Tommy shrugged. “So, to summarize, we are not allowed here after dark. The town is shut down, and we - the L’manberg High Junior Class- have come to commit improper acts.”

We came to a fence just taller than me. I frowned, glancing at Tommy.

“The beaten path officially ends here. The beach is past the fence a way. I think Nikki told me that there’s a way that they used to get over there, but… I can’t remember how. I mean, can’t be too difficult.” Tommy looked around.

“Dumpster?” Eret pointed to the relatively empty bin sitting by the edge of the path.

“Perfect, we can push it over and close the lid.” I got beside him and helped.

“And the other thing about this nowhere island,” Tommy stayed back to finish his story. “Is the weirdo caves.”

“The weirdo caves?” Eret echoed incredulously.

“The whole reason Fundy brought the radio is because when you go to the- it’s like ‘front’--

“The mouth.” I supplied.

“The mouth of this particular cave, you can sometimes pick up frequencies to stations that don’t exist.” Tommy grinned. “You’ll hear voices or just... sounds… And they’re impossible to get anywhere else on the island. Crazy, right?”

“It’s, um, it’s pretty creepy… at least I’ve heard.” Eret and I managed to get the dumpster into place.

“I did it once. It’s amazing when it works.”

“Okay, back up a minute here. What about that Mr. Halo guy? Is he the saint for the island or something?” Eret looked back at the town below us.

“His family, I think, like owns or owned some of the island or something… he’s been shackled in the same spot for like seventy years. He’s kind of what you’d call a local legend. His house is on the other side of the woods.”

“I can’t imagine living in the same exact house looking at the same exact wall for that long a time.” I climbed up the dumpster and hopped over the fence. The other two joined me a heartbeat later.

We walked down the path, finding the trail that dipped down to the beach.

“Oh, before we get there, I should mention-”

Tommy was cut off by laughter.

“Who’s that?” Eret asked from behind me.

(Sorry if it's too long. But I shall try to post the next chapters every few days or so. Each should be around this long.)

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Mcyt Oxenfree Chapter 2

Beacon Beach

“That’s- so there’s this kid, Tubbo-- he’s the one who invited me here. He’s kinda like my best friend so don’t mess with him. Or I’ll get my vlog gun.”

“Got it, got it.” I laughed. We came to a steep cliff you had to climb down.

“Hey, Tommy the child. I hear you up there.” A gruffer voice called up the slope.

“Hey!” A different voice called as we scaled down.

“We started a fire down the way, but Tubbo wanted to play beach nanny, so…”

As I got to the bottom, I recognized Schlatt, the easily the most intimidating person in our grade. Good thing I’d known him for a long time and it was mostly all talk. But the dude was a ram hybrid, with the silver tongue better than most politicians. Which was a fair point enough to be nervous around him.

“Everyone, this is Eret.” I said as Eret hopped off next to me.”Eret, everyone.”

“Hey.” Eret waved.

“Hi!” Tubbo waved back. The five of us kept walking.

“He’s Fundy’s new in town, fresh as a daisy step-brother.” Tommy supplied.

“Step-brother?” Schlatt remarked almost sourly.

“Really?” Tubbo was much kinder. I wondered what he was doing around someone like Schlatt.

“Yeah, I know. It’s a trip, right?” Tommy was still in good humor at least.

“Yup. He and his dad came from England. So, let’s show him a good time.” I attempted to follow the same vein.

“Just the beach and some good laughs will be enough, I’m sure.” Eret was much better at this.

“Wait wait wait. You’re Eret. Eret the step-brother.” Schlatt clarified.

“Yeah, um, what’s your name?”

“That’s Schlatt, he’s-”

“How are you his step-brother?” Schlatt cut off Tommy. “Like, what does that even mean?”

“Um, his mom is marrying my dad so…” Eret gave me a confused look.

“Well, that’s happening then. Where’s everyone else?” Schlatt was abnormally blunt and rather rude today.

“Deo had that sports thing.” Tommy shrugged.

“Who else was supposed to come?” I questioned.

“Anyone. Everyone.” Schlatt threw his hands up.

“Schlatt, we… we took the last ferry. I thought more would show up but-” Tommy tried to explain.

“Oh my god. It’s just Fundy and his new step-brother?” Schlatt laughed unkindly. “That’s it? That’s who you brought?”

“Hey, I’m fun!” I complained.

“Listen to yourself.” Schlatt huffed.

“Wait, are you all like friends?” Eret interjected.

“I’m friends with Tubbo and I’m downgrading Tommy to creepy neighbor. And you I just met.” I did not miss the fact Schlatt refused to mention me.

“I’m getting the picture now.” Eret muttered.

We made it down to the sands to see a gorgeous view. Nice bonfire lit and the waves looking photogenic under the night’s overcast. A few towels were laid out for those needing to sit down. My shoes sunk into the sand as I walked over to the flames.

“Fire! Man’s great equalizer!” Tommy tried to get conversation moving again. I wasn’t entirely sure I wanted to be in a conversation with Schlatt right now but I was getting too bored to care.

“So what’s the, um, what’s the thing to do here?” Eret looked around, standing next to me. “Other than go skinny dipping and get murdered by Jason Kuger.”

“There’s a keg?” I nodded to the thing by the rocks. No one moved towards it.

“Where does that old man live?” Eret decided that was his question. He seemed to be oddly interested in him.

“You mean Badboy Halo?” Schlatt sat on a dark green towel. “Nowhere. He’s dead.”

“Really?”

“Yup. Keeled over three days ago. It was all over the news.” Schlatt’s voice held a hint of sadness. “Local news, anyway. ‘Oldest Living Resident’.”

“Oh, that’s unfortunate.” I recalled hearing great things about the man. He was nice to everybody and my mom said she’d known him to be quite funny too. It made me sad to think such a person was gone from the world.

“Yeah, well, we all gotta go sometime. In his case, later than sooner.” Schlatt looked back at Eret. “And to answer your previous question, the thing to do is lay on the beach and drink until you can’t remember where you are.”

“And sometimes play Truth or Slap.” Tubbo input cheerfully as he added more wood to the fire.

“Yeah! Let’s play that!” Tommy clapped his hands. “We can inaugurate Eret.”

“Truth or Slap? What’s that?” I couldn’t recall the game.

“We used to call it Hippo, until we got tired of people asking, “Why’s it called Hippo.”.” Tommy grabbed a can from the cooler.

“Because you get to yell, “you’re a dirty hippo,” before you slap someone.” Schlatt laughed.

“You get asked a question, you have to tell the truth, but if somebody can prove that you lied the accuser gets to slap you.” Tommy motioned. “It’s a good, getting to you know somebody game.”

“Unless you lie a lot.” Tubbo pointed out.

“How can you prove that someone lied?” I wondered.

“Hearsay, rumor, conjecture… the usual.” Tommy knelt to find some stones in the sand.

“Alright! Let’s just get on with it!” Schlatt complained. “I’ll start. Tommy, fess up. You painted Pogtopia on the school last year after I got voted President.”

“Ooh! Good one.” Tubbo giggled. “Principal Stampy was so mad!”

“I-I… It wasn’t me! It was Ant, remember?!” Tommy tried to deny it.

“Ant voted for Schlatt.” I rolled my eyes.

“We all know it’s Tommy, but we just can’t prove it.” Schlatt huffed.

“I’m not lying!” Tommy was still laughing. We all let it slide.

“Okay, it’s Tommy’s turn, right? He gets to ask somebody something?” Eret inquired.

“Fundy, Fundy, Fundy.” Tommy turned to me, rubbing his hands together.

“Uh oh.” Eret chuckled.

“I just have to think about which nerve I want to so delicately pinch.” Tommy smirked.

“Lay it on me.” I held out my hands confidently.

“Okay. Stab, Punch, Kill… me, Tubbo, and Schlatt.” Tommy grinned. “Eret’s out cause he’s technically family and he has the most opportunity for revenge.”

Both Schlatt and Tubbo vocalized their displeasure at such a question. But at least it wasn’t the Marry, Kiss, Kill version. Ours was much more violent but less awkward. I frowned, thinking about it.

“I’d punch Tubbo but lightly ‘cause he’s really nice.”

“Thank you!” Tubbo grinned.

“Ooh, down the line. Now who’d you poke with the death stick?” Tommy teased.

“Schlatt, obviously. I think he’d kill me before I could kill him anyways.”

“Obviously? You’re not gonna call him out?” Tommy looked at Schlatt.

“No, I believe him. I mean, at least he’s avoiding the Lunch Club’s wrath.” Schlatt chuckled. All of us besides Eret nodded fervently. The Lunch Club could be chaotically terrifying when it chose a target. Like some kid last year. He’d gotten run out of the school by them.

“Wait… that means you’d kill Tommy?” Eret piped up.

“Low blow!” Tommy acted offended.

“Hey, you wanted to know!”

“But I’m your friend!”

“Cool it. Fundy’s turn.” Tubbo scolded lightly.

“Eret.” I looked at the English man. “I heard something about you getting arrested?”

“Oh boy.” Eret groaned, amused.

“Ooh! A bad boy!” Schlatt was surprised.

“It was all a misunderstanding. My friend got locked out of their house so they called me to get it open. While I was picking the lock, a neighbor called the police on me.”

We all cracked up.

“I think it’s my turn, so… Tubbo. What’s your favourite animal? I dunno, that’s lame…”

“No! It’s nice. I really like Bees! They are really cool!” Tubbo smiled. “And Schlatt. What college are you heading to after high school?”

“Harvard. Already have my acceptance letter” The fire glinted off his eyes, making him look devilish.

“You’re smart enough for that?” Eret pointed out. Schlatt shot him a light glare while we all laughed.

“You’re turn Schlatt.” Tommy reminded.

“Fundy… you got a new brother. Pretty exciting.” He turned to me. “I’m sure Eret is excited, or maybe excited isn’t the right word. Maybe overwhelmed with everything, you know? Unsure… It’s a lot to take in and adjust to.”

“What’s your point, Schlatt?” I looked at him. He had a dark look on his face despite his casual tone.

“I’m just saying what Eret is already thinking. That statistics show if you get divorced once, you’re probably going to get divorced again. And the fact is, your mom divorced your dad, so… Let’s put his mind at ease and hear why.”

I glared at Schlatt. He just had to bring this up now? In front of everyone? Why was he so aggravated towards me right now?

“Just get to whatever point this is getting too.” I snapped.

“The point is… why’d your parents get a divorce?” Schlatt’s red eyes stared down into my soul. “Just so Eret can hear it from you.”

“Schlatt, I don’t really care why they got a divorce. Just that Fundy’s mom is happy now.” Eret tried to calm us down. But no. If Schlatt wanted to hear it, then he would.

“You know why. Wilbur died and it broke everything and they couldn’t handle it. The. End.”

“Well, now you know, Eret.” Schlatt looked almost… smug. “Don’t die and everything will be fine.”

“Schlatt…” Tommy glared at the hybrid.

“What.” He snapped back.

“I’m pretty ready to do literally anything besides this game.” Eret stood.

“Let’s go check out the caves!” Tommy bounced to his feet, dragging me along. “Schlatt and Tubbo have already seen it so they are going to stay here.”

“Like I’d want to go.” Schlatt muttered.

“I got this.” Tubbo whispered to us as he passed. I felt bad leaving the nice kid with Schlatt when he was in such a mood. But I heard them strike up the recent prank the Misfits had done so it relaxed me some.

We went over to a fence next to our little hang out. We climbed the connected rocks, jumping over. Before us, the tall mouth of a cave loomed. There was a tunnel downwards, three groups of rocks piled outside before it.

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