"What if all the ice cream in the world turned into..." Lloyd paused for dramatic effect, trying to look sinister in the glow of the flashlight under his chin. "PAINT!"

The other kids stared at him blankly. Finally Herb reacted. "Yeah, that's real scary there, Tons of Fun. Bet yer mom would have enough paint to do the whole neighborhood."

Lloyd pulled the flashlight away from his face and sneered at Herb as the other kids laughed. "Well, I think it'd be scary." Lloyd shifted on the log and looked off into the woods.

Herb wasn't going to let this one drop. "You're kidding, right? It's a campfire. In the woods. We're supposed to tell scary stories. And you come up with one where ice cream turns into paint?"

The pudgy kid didn't acknowledge him, instead continuing to stare at the woods.

"Paint." Herb had hopped up and was walking around behind the other kids. "Look at the scary paint. Oooooh! Paint" He bugged out his eyes and wiggled his fingers while swooping in towards Charlie, who cracked up. Herb rolled his eyes at Lloyd and continued on.

"I mean, look, I know you're the fat kid and all and you're supposed to do fat things and like fat food. But enough's enough, right? You're like some bad fat movie kid." Herb paused for dramatic effect, putting his own flashlight up to his chin. "Being fat all the time!"

Lloyd stood up. The taunting was getting to him and he wanted it to stop. To Herb, this was all part of the game. He pokes Lloyd, Lloyd gets antsy, they have a good laugh, everybody goes and looks at an owl or something. So he got right up in Lloyd's face and continued. "Is this another scary story? About the evil fat kid?" He turned to smile at his grinning audience.

His target had finally had enough. All the years of teasing. All the jokes. All the stupid comments that he was supposed to just ignore. It all came flooding back to him in an instant of rage.

"Yeah it is!" he shrieked in a screeching wail. In one motion, he lunged forward and shoved Herb hard. Herb was caught off balance and stumbled backwards over some rocks that caused him to completely lose his footing. He tumbled sideways and straight down into the fire, impaling himself on the upturned sticks.

The children froze in horror. Herb tried to call out to them for help, tried to free himself, but he was stuck fast and the flames quickly engulfed him. Within minutes he wasn't moving. A sweet smell covered the campground. One of the younger kids started to sob.

Lloyd panted and quivered. "There's your scary fucking story," he stated matter of factly. "The right way to tell it is to tell everyone he fell. If I hear any other version from anyone, you'll all be sorry."

With that, he marched away from the campers into the woods.