𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙁𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙖𝙨𝙨 𝙀𝙡𝙚𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧..

The elevator shuddered, a metallic groan that vibrated through the floor and up into Y/n’s tired bones. The fluorescent light above flickered once, twice, then steadied, casting the small space in a sickly yellow glow.

Lanky Kid

snaps gum Uh. Did we just stop?

The numbers above the door blinked, dead. A red emergency light blinked on, painting everything in a dull crimson.

Scrawny Boy

looking up It's stuck.

Kid in Letterman Jacket

No shit, Einstein. Maybe if you didn't press every floor button we'd be moving!

Scrawny Boy

I pressed them so we could get out sooner!

The others started chiming in, voices rising, overlapping in a messy, panicked chorus. One pulled out his phone, holding it up to the ceiling.

Phone Boy

No signal. We're fucked.

The words hung in the stale air. Y/n watched them, the stress of a long day settling deeper into their shoulders. A button labeled "Emergency Call" sat to the right of the door, untouched.

Lanky Kid

turning to Y/n So. You got any ideas, or you just gonna stand there looking like you want to murder someone?