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Calamity.
NUMBER FIVE
This wasn't right. He had yet to open his eyes, but he knew something was wrong, knew something was off. The floor beneath felt metallic, cold to the touch. He hadn't been anywhere with metal flooring. He didn't recall going to sleep, either. Number Five didn't move, at first. He remained still, feigning unconsciousness, simply listening. Wherever he was wasn't where he'd been last. Which likely meant someone had taken him there, and considering he didn't remember falling asleep, it was probably against his will.
...Shit.
He could hear breathing close-by, possibly others? He could check, but he didn't want whoever it was responsible for this knowing he was awake. Not yet. He needed a plan first, needed a better assessment of the situation.
So, there were others, likely unconscious like he'd been too, if the breathing was anything to go by. Which possibly meant more people in the same situation as him. Possibly.
He cautiously peeled his eyes open a crack, sneaking a glance at the space around him. There were others. He couldn't make out any details, but he could see people. A few of them, at least, potentially more out of his sight. There were lights above, dim and flickering, but bright enough to illuminate the small space he and these strangers seemed to be confined to. Much like the floor, the walls were also metal, painting the space a dull shade of grey.
It was no where he seemed to recognise. He didn't know whether that should provide some relief, or not.
Judging from the continued silence, and lack of movement, he was probably safe to get up. He just needed to remain quiet, try not to disturb these... Others. Five pushed himself to his feet, grimacing as a sudden wave of vertigo seemed to hit him out of nowhere, hand raised to rub at his temples, palms pressing over his eyes in attempt to fight the feeling off. He was fine. He'd just moved too fast. He could shake it off easily, he was fine.
Lowering his hands from his face, he let his eyes take in the surroundings, lips thinning out as his gaze raked over the strangers present, before landing on what seemed to be a set of doors. Closed doors. He seemed to be in an elevator, one that was going down and seemed to be showing no signs of stopping.
Five's hands curled into tight fists, nails digging into his palms, body stiffening.
How the hell did he get here? And why couldn't he remember what the hell he'd been doing before?
A low growl escaped from his mouth, eyes darting around the elevator as agitation seemed to sweep through his body, coursing through his veins. Why couldn't he just think? Come up with something, an idea, a theory, a way to get out, anything!
He didn't know who these people were. Didn't know if they were a threat to his safety, or not.
...Didn't know whether he should dispose of them, before they had the chance to do him harm.
"Shit." The word was hissed under his breath, posture growing defensive as he considered his options, in case any were to wake up, attack. He could wake them up himself, demand answers, let them know he wasn't fucking around, wasn't fooled by whatever this was. Or, he could wait. Attempting to blink out would be too risky, especially since he'd be doing it blind, so that option was a last resort only.
Five went with the first choice.
His lips pulled back into a teeth-baring snarl, words dripping from his mouth like venom as he spoke. "Hey, assholes! It's time to wake up!" His eyes narrowed into slits, glazed over with a manic haze, his fists clenched and unclenched at his sides. "I think you've all had enough beauty sleep for today." Or tonight. Shit. He didn't even know what the damn time was. "So get up and start giving me some goddamn answers as to why I'm here before I decide to make your sleep permanent."
...Shit.
He could hear breathing close-by, possibly others? He could check, but he didn't want whoever it was responsible for this knowing he was awake. Not yet. He needed a plan first, needed a better assessment of the situation.
So, there were others, likely unconscious like he'd been too, if the breathing was anything to go by. Which possibly meant more people in the same situation as him. Possibly.
He cautiously peeled his eyes open a crack, sneaking a glance at the space around him. There were others. He couldn't make out any details, but he could see people. A few of them, at least, potentially more out of his sight. There were lights above, dim and flickering, but bright enough to illuminate the small space he and these strangers seemed to be confined to. Much like the floor, the walls were also metal, painting the space a dull shade of grey.
It was no where he seemed to recognise. He didn't know whether that should provide some relief, or not.
Judging from the continued silence, and lack of movement, he was probably safe to get up. He just needed to remain quiet, try not to disturb these... Others. Five pushed himself to his feet, grimacing as a sudden wave of vertigo seemed to hit him out of nowhere, hand raised to rub at his temples, palms pressing over his eyes in attempt to fight the feeling off. He was fine. He'd just moved too fast. He could shake it off easily, he was fine.
Lowering his hands from his face, he let his eyes take in the surroundings, lips thinning out as his gaze raked over the strangers present, before landing on what seemed to be a set of doors. Closed doors. He seemed to be in an elevator, one that was going down and seemed to be showing no signs of stopping.
Five's hands curled into tight fists, nails digging into his palms, body stiffening.
How the hell did he get here? And why couldn't he remember what the hell he'd been doing before?
A low growl escaped from his mouth, eyes darting around the elevator as agitation seemed to sweep through his body, coursing through his veins. Why couldn't he just think? Come up with something, an idea, a theory, a way to get out, anything!
He didn't know who these people were. Didn't know if they were a threat to his safety, or not.
...Didn't know whether he should dispose of them, before they had the chance to do him harm.
"Shit." The word was hissed under his breath, posture growing defensive as he considered his options, in case any were to wake up, attack. He could wake them up himself, demand answers, let them know he wasn't fucking around, wasn't fooled by whatever this was. Or, he could wait. Attempting to blink out would be too risky, especially since he'd be doing it blind, so that option was a last resort only.
Five went with the first choice.
His lips pulled back into a teeth-baring snarl, words dripping from his mouth like venom as he spoke. "Hey, assholes! It's time to wake up!" His eyes narrowed into slits, glazed over with a manic haze, his fists clenched and unclenched at his sides. "I think you've all had enough beauty sleep for today." Or tonight. Shit. He didn't even know what the damn time was. "So get up and start giving me some goddamn answers as to why I'm here before I decide to make your sleep permanent."
coded by reveriee.
This wasn't right. He had yet to open his eyes, but he knew something was wrong, knew something was off. The floor beneath felt metallic, cold to the touch. He hadn't been anywhere with metal flooring. He didn't recall going to sleep, either. Number Five didn't move, at first. He remained still, feigning unconsciousness, simply listening. Wherever he was wasn't where he'd been last. Which likely meant someone had taken him there, and considering he didn't remember falling asleep, it was probably against his will.
...Shit.
He could hear breathing close-by, possibly others? He could check, but he didn't want whoever it was responsible for this knowing he was awake. Not yet. He needed a plan first, needed a better assessment of the situation.
So, there were others, likely unconscious like he'd been too, if the breathing was anything to go by. Which possibly meant more people in the same situation as him. Possibly.
He cautiously peeled his eyes open a crack, sneaking a glance at the space around him. There were others. He couldn't make out any details, but he could see people. A few of them, at least, potentially more out of his sight. There were lights above, dim and flickering, but bright enough to illuminate the small space he and these strangers seemed to be confined to. Much like the floor, the walls were also metal, painting the space a dull shade of grey.
It was no where he seemed to recognise. He didn't know whether that should provide some relief, or not.
Judging from the continued silence, and lack of movement, he was probably safe to get up. He just needed to remain quiet, try not to disturb these... Others. Five pushed himself to his feet, grimacing as a sudden wave of vertigo seemed to hit him out of nowhere, hand raised to rub at his temples, palms pressing over his eyes in attempt to fight the feeling off. He was fine. He'd just moved too fast. He could shake it off easily, he was fine.
Lowering his hands from his face, he let his eyes take in the surroundings, lips thinning out as his gaze raked over the strangers present, before landing on what seemed to be a set of doors. Closed doors. He seemed to be in an elevator, one that was going down and seemed to be showing no signs of stopping.
Five's hands curled into tight fists, nails digging into his palms, body stiffening.
How the hell did he get here? And why couldn't he remember what the hell he'd been doing before?
A low growl escaped from his mouth, eyes darting around the elevator as agitation seemed to sweep through his body, coursing through his veins. Why couldn't he just think? Come up with something, an idea, a theory, a way to get out, anything!
He didn't know who these people were. Didn't know if they were a threat to his safety, or not.
...Didn't know whether he should dispose of them, before they had the chance to do him harm.
"Shit." The word was hissed under his breath, posture growing defensive as he considered his options, in case any were to wake up, attack. He could wake them up himself, demand answers, let them know he wasn't fucking around, wasn't fooled by whatever this was. Or, he could wait. Attempting to blink out would be too risky, especially since he'd be doing it blind, so that option was a last resort only.
Five went with the first choice.
His lips pulled back into a teeth-baring snarl, words dripping from his mouth like venom as he spoke. "Hey, assholes! It's time to wake up!" His eyes narrowed into slits, glazed over with a manic haze, his fists clenched and unclenched at his sides. "I think you've all had enough beauty sleep for today." Or tonight. Shit. He didn't even know what the damn time was. "So get up and start giving me some goddamn answers as to why I'm here before I decide to make your sleep permanent."
...Shit.
He could hear breathing close-by, possibly others? He could check, but he didn't want whoever it was responsible for this knowing he was awake. Not yet. He needed a plan first, needed a better assessment of the situation.
So, there were others, likely unconscious like he'd been too, if the breathing was anything to go by. Which possibly meant more people in the same situation as him. Possibly.
He cautiously peeled his eyes open a crack, sneaking a glance at the space around him. There were others. He couldn't make out any details, but he could see people. A few of them, at least, potentially more out of his sight. There were lights above, dim and flickering, but bright enough to illuminate the small space he and these strangers seemed to be confined to. Much like the floor, the walls were also metal, painting the space a dull shade of grey.
It was no where he seemed to recognise. He didn't know whether that should provide some relief, or not.
Judging from the continued silence, and lack of movement, he was probably safe to get up. He just needed to remain quiet, try not to disturb these... Others. Five pushed himself to his feet, grimacing as a sudden wave of vertigo seemed to hit him out of nowhere, hand raised to rub at his temples, palms pressing over his eyes in attempt to fight the feeling off. He was fine. He'd just moved too fast. He could shake it off easily, he was fine.
Lowering his hands from his face, he let his eyes take in the surroundings, lips thinning out as his gaze raked over the strangers present, before landing on what seemed to be a set of doors. Closed doors. He seemed to be in an elevator, one that was going down and seemed to be showing no signs of stopping.
Five's hands curled into tight fists, nails digging into his palms, body stiffening.
How the hell did he get here? And why couldn't he remember what the hell he'd been doing before?
A low growl escaped from his mouth, eyes darting around the elevator as agitation seemed to sweep through his body, coursing through his veins. Why couldn't he just think? Come up with something, an idea, a theory, a way to get out, anything!
He didn't know who these people were. Didn't know if they were a threat to his safety, or not.
...Didn't know whether he should dispose of them, before they had the chance to do him harm.
"Shit." The word was hissed under his breath, posture growing defensive as he considered his options, in case any were to wake up, attack. He could wake them up himself, demand answers, let them know he wasn't fucking around, wasn't fooled by whatever this was. Or, he could wait. Attempting to blink out would be too risky, especially since he'd be doing it blind, so that option was a last resort only.
Five went with the first choice.
His lips pulled back into a teeth-baring snarl, words dripping from his mouth like venom as he spoke. "Hey, assholes! It's time to wake up!" His eyes narrowed into slits, glazed over with a manic haze, his fists clenched and unclenched at his sides. "I think you've all had enough beauty sleep for today." Or tonight. Shit. He didn't even know what the damn time was. "So get up and start giving me some goddamn answers as to why I'm here before I decide to make your sleep permanent."