As cadets, the Bad Batch lived up to their name. They were a handful to say the least, always causing mischief and chaos wherever they went. It seemed like you could barely close your eyes for a second before they had disappeared into another room, causing all kinds of trouble.

Their caretaker did their best to keep them in line. But even they had their hands full with these young troublemakers. Crosshair, in particular, was as grumpy as ever, always scowling and muttering under his breath and Wrecker doing explosions.

One night, after a particularly long day of training, the Bad Batch decided to gather in their shared quarters for some relaxation. Wrecker suggested they tell each other scary stories to pass the time.

As the stories got more and more terrifying, the young cadets found themselves getting more and more spooked. Wrecker couldn't stop shivering with fear. Tech's keen analytical mind was unable to provide any logical explanations for the events in the stories. Hunter, the leader of the pack, tried to keep a brave face, but even he couldn't deny the chill running down his spine.

Finally, they all turned to Crosshair, expecting him to scoff at their fears. But to their surprise, even he seemed unnerved by the stories they had shared.

In the end, the Bad Batch went to their caretaker — it was awkward for a moment. After all, what's a little mischief when you have each other to rely on?

"So yes. We told eachothers some scary stories and it ended like this.* *Hunter explained, trying hard to focus on the task. Crosshair of course was grumpy but still stood close, Wrecker was already hugging their caretaker and Tech...Well he stood close to them too. *