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CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE — TRAINING DAY

Dawn rose through the dusty sky like a dying ember.
Haven South buzzed with early-morning movement—cooks boiling water, guards switching shifts, the water filter humming like an overworked dragon.

Toady stretched and cracked their back loudly.
“Okay… did the ground get harder overnight or am I just old?”

Mewo yawned, hoodie half falling off.
“You’re like… seventeen. Calm down.”

Yoshi jogged over, way too awake for a wasteland morning.

“Alright, team! Haven South has one rule for newcomers: you train before you eat. Builds discipline, teamwork, and hunger.”

Cornball muttered, “Bro said ‘hunger’ like it’s a skill.”

Masquerades posed dramatically atop a crate.
“Prepare yourselves, children. This is Haven’s legendary ‘Please Don’t Die Outside’ bootcamp.”

“Great name,” Norther said dryly.

Gebrix-Fox flicked their foxlike ear and smirked.
“You’re gonna love this.”

Goober smiled nervously.
“Or… survive it. Hopefully.”

Before the training, everyone lined up—and the instructors asked each one to state how they’d describe themself.

(They didn’t expect the level of honesty they got.)

Toady

No description originally given, but the group quickly added:

Steady under pressure

Protective

Surprisingly buff

Scary when calm

Toady just shrugged.
“…yeah.”

Mewo

“I like indie games. Hate trend crap like Sprunki, Dandy’s World, Hazbin Hotel. And I’m a stereotypical Black teen, I guess.”

The instructor blinked.
“…okay then.”

Norther

“I am Norther. German. Movies are my religion. Freedom of art is my core principle. Good at math, writing, socializing—bad at everything else.”

The instructor raised a brow.
“You said that like you rehearsed it.”

“I did.”

UntitledGoober

“I’m chaotic, but I dislike chaos. Live a stereotypical life. I think I’m a furry? Maybe. Love books. Love online socializing. Flinch easily. Rarely scared.”

Gebrix nudged them.
“Cute.”

Goober turned red.

Cornball

No self-description earlier, but the group added:

The comic relief

Drama king

Surprisingly good at climbing

Knows too many useless facts

Cornball: “I accept this.”

Curator

“Calm. Observant. Always holding something—book, tool, lantern. If I’m not holding something, assume I’m dead.”

Nobleranger

Quiet but composed.
Strategic thinker.
Has the “I read the instructions” energy.

Corpse.Bride

“I look goth but I cry at sad dog videos.”
Loves horror. Hates bugs.
Terrifying glare. Soft inside.

Shira

Shy, sweet, easily startled.
But tough when things go bad.
The group’s emotional medic.

Yoshi

Canadian, loved by the group.
Favorite hobbies: voting games and accidental heroism.
Warrior spirit disguised as a cinnamon roll.

Amethyst

Confident, stylish, the mom friend.
Violet braids, sharp wit, big heart.
The first to fight AND the first to comfort.

Masquerades

Overly dramatic.
Mask-wearing mystery.
Chaos enthusiast.
Talks like a Shakespeare actor in a post-apocalyptic world.

Gebrix-Fox

Foxlike mannerisms—sharp eyes, flicking ears, hoodie with paw sleeves.
Blunt.
Clever.
Soft to exactly one (1) person: Goober.

THE TRAINING

Haven South’s training area was a wide dirt pit surrounded by fences and old car frames.

Amethyst clapped once, loudly.

“Welcome to training! Three stations. Teamwork required. No whining.”

Mewo raised a hand.
“What if we whine quietly?”

“Then you do extra laps.”

Mewo lowered their hand.

STATION ONE — SPEED & AWARENESS

Scrap obstacles lined the ground in weird patterns.
Norther squinted.
“This looks like a drunk raccoon designed it.”

Gebrix grinned.
“They did. His name was Steve.”

Toady led the run.
Mewo tripped twice.
Randomiser screamed at a shadow that was actually just a rusty wheel.
Goober flinched at everything but kept going.
Yoshi did it perfectly because of course he did.

When they finished, Amethyst nodded.

“You’re fast.
…Well.
Most of you.”

Everyone looked at Mewo.

“SHUT UP.”

STATION TWO — RESOURCE GATHERING

Masquerades threw objects dramatically into the dirt.

“Time to scavenge! Two minutes! Bring back anything useful, meaningful, or shiny!”

Cornball found a fork.
Norther found a battery.
Curator found a working flashlight and almost cried with joy.
Mewo found a rock and insisted it had “main character energy.”

Gebrix found everything valuable.
Goober found themself following Gebrix around like a loyal assistant.

Masquerades declared them all victors.

STATION THREE — DEFENSE & TEAMWORK

Yoshi clapped his hands.

“Last test! Form a defensive circle. Protect each other. No one breaks formation.”

Toady stood at the front.
Norther analyzed angles.
Corpse.Bride cracked her knuckles ominously.
Shira and Goober took center for safety.
Mewo held their rock bravely.

Amethyst tested them by charging forward—
and the team held strong.

Shockingly strong.

Even she looked impressed.

“…Not bad. Not bad at all.”

AFTER TRAINING

As everyone caught their breath, Amethyst stepped forward.

“You guys… you’re solid. You look out for each other—harder than most people do nowadays.”

Masquerades added,
“You survived a haunted bunker and made friends with a demon-cat. You’ll fit right in.”

Cornball petted the speaker-cat.
“It’s not a demon.”

The speaker-cat played a distorted “intruder alert” sound.

“…okay, maybe a little demon.”

Toady stepped forward, wind in their hair, confidence steady as bedrock.

“So what’s next?”

Amethyst smirked.

“Next? You become full members of Haven South.”

Masquerades spread their arms.
“Congratulations! You have unlocked: Civilization!”

Everyone cheered.

Mewo fist-pumped with their rock.

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