Miguel was left alone in the room. Sighing for what did his parents do to him? She let Minnie go out of the room to introduce herself to other roommates and to the landowner.
"Hi My name is Minnie and this is my cat, Mouse! It's cute, isn't it? It's a combination of Minnie Mouse! I love it!" Minnie said to the landowner and to everybody who was there. "I've been a fan of Minnie Mouse since birth!" And the monologue goes on...
Minnie explored the apartment and tries to memorize it. Where's the kitchen, the comfort room and everything. Until she saw 2 sixes and she's confused why? and she realized the room is 9 upside down! She fixed it and claps. "There! Cute! Isn't it cute? The apartment is so large and pretty? Right Mousey?"
"Meow" the Cat says.
"Oh we should unpack things" Minnie reminded herself.
"Meow"
"Okay we're gonna unpack things" says the overly happy Minnie. She doesn't even realize how energetic she is.
"Meow"
She kisses Mousey. Unaware of everybody.
Minnie is such a crazy girl.
And so she went to Room Number 1 and saw Miguel in a boxers short. And awkward...
"O-Oh!" Abigail was too stunned to really say anything as Koneko punched Neko in the face...again. For some reason he was happy about it, which didn't seem like the healthiest of responses. Trauma caused by being stuck on Earth? Possibly... She thought internally.
Abigail was nearly ready to say something to the twins when Neko took off with his new set of keys the moment the landowner handed them off, soon after his sister followed him. "See you later then..." Their odd behaviour combined with their animal-like traits all but confirmed they were aliens, even if they seemed to be in denial of this fact.
There were other possible aliens people to potentially meet, but Abigail was rather eager to see her room. She was also rather exhausted from her trip to her new home. So with her suitcase trailing behind her she made her way towards room number 8.
The frazzled woman that was Rebel accepted the keys quite similar to a weary traveler of a desert may accept water: thankfully. "Sorrythankyou," Rebel muttered, jumbling her words together to lessen the time that shed have these poor people suffer at the sight of her shirtless brother dancing to yet another song.What year do they think it is? Rebel couldn't help but wonder with the bubbling irritation that broke through her chagrin. Although was distracted for a moment at the spectacle of the mention of aliens. It was rather odd for people to have animal parts, but Rebel just figured they were of the cosplayer variety.
She took her chance, waving to get her brothers' attention. The wannabe boy band halted their further embarrassment on Rebel's family name and quickly started picking up boxes and what not. Rebel would have helped, but the Bro-Trip™ squad had already made it a challenge as to see if they could carry everything in one trip. Nothing was broken that she could see, so she did her only job of finding her room and unlocking it.
Her first impression would be excitement despite the terrible first impression she must have made to the uncaring crowd of strangers she'll most likely barely know. This would be the first time she's lived on her own, her new life was full of possibilities. One being she wouldn't have to be awake during the daylight hours, usually having been woken up by her family of sun worshippers. Not to mention she was glad at the fair price of rent that's easily affordable on her starving artist salary. Things are really looking up!
The sound of her brothers' and their friends struggling to carry what seemed to be everything at once sounded through the door. Everything seemed to be accounted for. Her unpaid movers arranged the furniture with her small voiced instructions echoing in the emptiness of the apartment that began to be filled and look like home. Or rather like a college student's dorm. Her tube TV her dad found at a garage sale sat on the floor, her makeshift coffee table that was her old coloring table as a child (with the same crayoned scribbles), as well the pillowed top of a twin mattress (the box spring wouldn't fit in the trailer).
As soon as everything was arranged, packed boxes unpacked to double check she had everything, she highly suggested that her entourage ought to leave as their Bro-Trip™ was awaiting. But of course they couldn't leave before the family said goodbye. Or rather Rebel's siblings each putting her in a choke hold while sobbing how much they'd miss her. She couldn't wait for them to leave and give her a chance to miss them.
"Repollo, Aceituna," she chastised, longing to be alone and hoped using their nicknames would work, "we can always video chat, remember? I'll visit during holidays." This brightened up their mood, although they continued coddling their sister, practically dragging her back out into the open as she struggled like a cat being given a bath. music playing from their still running car. She almost wished someone stole their car so she wouldn't have to suffer this much.
Freed, albeit with much effort she barely had, she waved goodbye, the music temporarily turned down and all inhabitants of the car stuck their heads out. "Bye Cebolla!" They shouted to the heavens.
And that was when and where Rebel died inside, her soul could be seen escaping from her body as they revealed her ridiculous name to the world. How much she's hated the cruel and oddly specific family tradition of naming a child after food their mother craved during her pregnancy.
In a blur, she rushed past the group, despite none of them probably really paying attention and locked herself in the new home. The poor onion titled child was never to be seen again. At least for the time being if a fire didn't break out that day.
Ayano was pleased to collect her key, but the commotion around her caused concern. One of the tenants ran as fast as he could to his room as soon as he retrieved his key, one girl couldn't stop talking about aliens, and the most normal-appearing female was clearly embarrassed with her kin from the car. I mean, I would be too, the journalist thought. Still, she hoped that the girl would be less ridiculous than the ones blasting music. She was thankful when the man who introduced himself as Maurice began talking to her, as he seemed pretty normal and could distract her from forming more opinions of the other tenants.
"Nice to know that there's someone else here who at least appears normal," she replied with a friendly smile. "My name's Ayano. I think we'll get along just fine, but I guess we'll find out. If our jobs are any indication, we'll have no trouble."
"Like a person... Screaming?" Number Six pondered that for a moment, before shaking his head a bit. He grins. "Well, whatever is needed to wake us up in the morning." With that statement, he walked into the building and to his room.
Room number six.
He looked around the room, examining possible exits, places to hide his tools, etc.. Maybe he could pull a Shawshank Redemption and tunnel his way out? Maybe he could.
With a sigh, Six settled into a recliner. This place couldn't hold him. He would escape from it before they could uncover his secret of why he left the city!
After some light conversation with the woman who he now knows as Ayano, Maurice concluded it was enough socializing. "Well, I'll be heading to unpack my luggage now, so I'll excuse myself here. See you around, Miss Ayano. If there's anything I can help with, don't hesitate to ring Room 7's bell."
He politely waved before heading into the apartment. On second thought he may have walked too hastily there but it didn't matter now. What mattered was unpacking.
Room 7. Maurice arrived in front of the door and without much fanfare he stepped inside. It was a rather average room by all means but it was enough.
He carefully locked the door behind him.
He glanced around, even though there was certainly no one inside.
"Well, it's about time." He wiped his forehead of sweat and unzipped his bag. It'd take him a while to take everything out and hide them...
Minnie opened the door and was in shock to see Miguel changing his clothes. Luckily, Miguel isn't naked or else that is awkward. Minnie shut the door fast and hard. Thinking that nobody wouldn't notice it. She started to sweat.
Miguel on the other hand was in shock why Minnie shut the door. He's in boxers so it's not that big of a deal or the boxers is too short? He just shrugged and continue to change. His topless so maybe that's why Minnie acted something that isn't supposed to.
Minnie, standing in front of the door, is still in shock what did she see? Her heart beat is fast. "I don't know if I'll live with someone else in the same room" she thought in herself.
Meanwhile, Miguel opened his room and was shocked Minnie is standing blankly in front of the door -- in deep thoughts. "Uhh? Is there s-something wrong?"
"Huh? HUUUH?? There's nothing wrong.. I mean no-yes.. Uhh ha ha ha" She said in a nervous tone. Miguel looked at her confuzzled why Minnie started to act something. He doesn't know why. Maybe it's her genes or monthly period or whatever-the-fcuk.
"So if there's nothing wrong I think we should unpack and fix the room?" Miguel said. Minnie still stares blankly and is unable to communicate correctly so she just nods and follows Miguel to get their things that was left a while ago.
Miguel also noticed that everybody has (maybe) went to their respective rooms so there's nothing to introduce himself too. Maybe he'll just introduce if he saw somebody or someone who approaches him or what.
Minnie continued to walk. Her mind is in another world so she bumped her pinky toe in a table. The bump was strong and so she forced herself not to scream but she let her mouth say "Ouch" in a peculiar tone -- or in a scary tone like a witch bubbling about her potion.
Miguel doesn't seem to notice what just happened so Minnie reacted in a kinda silent pain of a man that was stabbed. But she hasn't noticed Miguel is staring now at her. She fixed herself and smiled. "H..i.." she said. The tone was like a ghost. A Ghost that was about to disappear when the characters of a story resolved the mystery of it. Or in other words, A Sigh in a peculiar tone.
Miguel slowly nods and smiled. He doesn't have a clue why this girl is acting something very odd. But maybe it's just Minnie's personality or he inherited it from his mother which in fact, a bubbly person too or just because their family is weird.
And finally, Minnie recovered in the tragic, awkward-ish, painful event and is now able to act normal. She let out a sigh and saw Miguel getting his things. Minnie remembered again what just happened 5 minutes ago. Miguel started to get irritated and calls Minnie.
"Minnie? Are you gonna stare or help me fix these things?" Miguel shouted from not-so-far-away. Minnie's consciousness came back and started to proceed on where Miguel is.
And together, they fixed the apartment. It looked bigger, modern and alive. It's comforting -- well on the other side. The other side is full of Barbies, Pink things, Stuff toys and other childish stuff. Yes, the room was dived into two.
Miguel let out a sigh. "Why do I need to live with this girl?" He thought on himself. Minnie's other side of the room is pink while Miguel's was more modern-like and alive and doesn't look messy or boyish or whatever. Minnie's just ruined his eyesight.
Minnie looked at the room. Her eyes is flashing like a bright star. She started to jump in excitement. "KAWAII~!"
As the various shenanigans ensued at Maple 801 - 101's entrance, a sharply dressed young woman carrying a wheeled luggage stood in front of the sign at the gate, adjusting her glasses and leaning foward as to read the words that it contained. She then straightened her back and looked at the several people that were a part of the ongoing human cacophony, and allowed a heartfelt sigh escape her lips when her own vibrating cellphone made itself known. Her slender hand took it from her breast pocket and she accepted the call. "Leonore, I told you I'm busy today. I've got to move into my new apartment. What is it? [...] Aham... [...] Aham... [...] Like I said, I'm busy at the moment. Bruce's the one in charge of that wedding at the moment. Bye" ~beep~
The moments she hung up, Maribelle noticed that this noisy group were going to be her neighbours, and that they were now walking towards their respective housings, except for one: a young woman holding a broom who was wearing a cat-eared hoodie. She was probably the one in charge, so she approached her and smiled politely at her. "G'evening, Miss. My name's Maribelle Jackson, and I believe I'm now the occupant of the Room number 2. Could I have the key to it, if you please?" she held her hand in front of the landowner, waiting for either a handshake or the keys. The keys if possible.
Abigail took a deep breath before unlocking the door for room number 8 and entering her room for the first time. As she entered and closed the door behind her, she took a good long look around the apartment. This was where she'd be living for the foreseeable future, possibly forever considering how affordable the place was.
Now it was time to unpack, her furniture and various belongings had been conveniently already brought in and placed by movers, so all she really had to do was unpack her suitcase. She entered what was now her bedroom and threw her suitcase onto the bed. As she unzipped it and started unpacking she idly thought about how her fridge was as empty as the vacuum of space. Thankfully she was one of those people who ordered all her groceries online and had them delivered to her door, they would be arriving tomorrow!
Her stomach growled at the thought of food, she wasn't sure what she'd be eating tonight, most likely pizza. She briefly wondered what alien pizza tasted like, she'd never had it before...
Speaking of aliens, she needed to update her list! She had one list that she stored on her phone for when she wasn't home, but her more elaborate, detailed list was written in a safely guarded notepad. The one on her phone was less detailed and simple in case hackers tried to steal it. She couldn't allow alien hunters to find out important information after all!
She flopped onto her bed belly first, placing both her notepad and phone down in front of her as she took a pen out. She began to write down the newly discovered suspects that she believed could be aliens.
List of Suspected Aliens Living in Maple 801 - 101
Note: List order is determined from most definately an alien to least likely an alien.
The Cat-eared Twins: Most definitely aliens, they seem in complete denial of this fact. Perhaps they were raised by humans and therefore don't realise their heritage? It is unknown if they are friendly or not, the sister likes to punch her brother a lot, and he seems to enjoy it. Probably not the healthiest relationship.
Weird Trenchcoat Guy: I think it's safe to say he's an alien, either that or he watched too much TV. Level of hostility unknown, believes he's a prisoner even though he has the key to his own 'cell'.
The Landowner: Alien status unknown, I know the least about her. Only thing I've got is that she wears a cat-eared hoodie. She seems quiet but nice. I suspect she's aware of the aliens living around here, but I can't just ask her in case I'm wrong. The last time I made that mistake I almost got sent to a shrink. :(
Abigail finished her newly created alien list and put it in one of the drawers of her desk, locking the drawer with a key afterwards. She then erased all the information on her phone list in order to protect the aliens from potential alien hunters.
Abigail then sighed, it was kind of boring all by her lonesome. Perhaps she should go introduce herself to whoever was in the room next to her's!
With that idea in mind, Abigail skipped out of her room and headed for the next room on her floor, room number 9 as it was. She gave the door a good knock. "Hellooooo! It's your new neighbor coming to say hello! Don't be shy I come in peace!"
And thus, the remaining person to own one of the rooms came at a good time. Unless she forgot that there was some hidden basement that someone had decided to take over for no reason. Then again, the basement was just full of storage that she sometimes took out or left alone.
After Maribelle introduced herself, the Landowner quickly looked over the woman's appearance before nodding silently. She then held out a key to the sharp woman. With the key given to Maribelle, the Landowner informed her that she would be willing to answer any questions- just as she had with the others.
Yagamine
It couldn't be.
There was no freaking way he could die in his own story, yet somehow, he did. He got himself killed in his own story.
What kind of conspiracy awaited to haunt him for the next few days?! He could already see it- events he had simply written in the book unfolding before his naked eyes actually happening in reality. Perhaps the fiction he wrote... could become nonfiction. No- yes- no. He wanted to admit it, and he also wanted to deny it. If it were true, it would basically making his dream come true.
But then Alex would just shoot him to death like. Heck, she might bring out a rifle and gun him down like a maniac! She probably had an automatic assault rifle in a closet!! Or she might already have plans to use something like that on him sooner or later!!!
"This must be a lie...!" Yagamine whispered, his eyes twitching as his consciousness convulsed. "There's no way a man fated to become a god can-"
And right at that moment, something came up near his door. It knocked! Or perhaps it was just a LIGHT WAY OF SLAMMING THE DOOR?!
"It's your new neighbor coming to say hello! Don't be shy, I come in peace!"
...it said.
He had seen something like this in a horror novel before. A girl disguised herself as a local in a small neighborhood, only to later reveal herself as a part of one of the most dreaded illegal experiments to ever exist in Japan... Unit 731. It was a part of the World War 2 era, and even Japan itself considered it to be one of the most terrifying things ever. Experiments upon humans! No mercy upon its victims! Rumors had it that its remnants actually lived on in the darkest of areas, using stuff like human trafficking as a sheet of invisibility even to the darkest of people.
Yagamine had believed it all to be true to some extent. It was never bad to be paranoid, or so he thought. But now.... NOW...
A girl who sounded like a local in a small neighborhood had come to-
SHE MUST BE PLANNING TO BRING ME TO UNIT 731?!
Yes. He believed that an innocent girl who probably did not know what the heck an obscure thing like Unit 731 even was had intentions to kill him in broad daylight. It was Yagamine, after all.
A chill ran down his spine.
His eyes shook fervently, never staying in place.
His lips contorted into an open and fearful frown, and his eyebrows furrowed into that of anger and fear.
And like someone who just constipated for five consecutive times, he screamed.
The screaming reverberated across the entire building. One could call Yagamine an amazing vuvuzela that was packaged with the ability to say things aside from a single annoying noise. Instead of one annoying noise, Yagamine came with multiple annoying noises.
"...Ah. There's the alarm clock."
The Landowner continued to sweep the floor as she completely ignored the scream of a detective.
Neko, watching an anime about a masochist try to get over his masochism, heard a noise coming from the other side of the building, freaks out. He knocks a soda bottle over, spilling onto the keyboard and mouse. "Don't tell me I'm going to be trapped in the heat haze" he says, referencing a series he held dear, before cleaning the devices. Testing the keyboard out the only buttons that worked being "t", "o", and "r". He facepalmed at the idea that this is almost literally the same event that happened in Mekameka dan.
His sister runs out, completely afraid about whatever just happened. "I heard screaming" she told her brother "Go check it out."
"No." He replied, the only thing he wanted to do was replace his keyboard. He did not want to leave his domain. "Yes, go do it." Literally kicking him out, locking the door behind him.
"Hah, locking the door is useless because I have a" Checking his pockets to find nothing, he left his key on the desk next to his computer. Anxiety swiftly came in as he depressingly walked towards the area the screaming came from. Suddenly, he noticed the girl who thought he was an alien. "Does she scream like a man?" He thought to himself.
Six, still planning his escape from the complex while sitting in a chair, jumps and falls out of his chair after hearing Yagamine's scream, hitting his head. "AGH! JESUS FUGGIN' ARGH!" Still clutching his head, he picks himself up. "That must be the alarm clock... Man, the Landowner really outdid herself with it; it sounded like an actual person screaming in rage, agony, or both!"
Well, he figured he'd better start checking on the neighbors, make himself inconspicuous. That, and maybe he could meet someone to escape with him. With a sigh, he walks out the door, and looks left and right. He sees two people standing outside a room, one of those cat ear and tail people, the male one he presumes, and the girl who was interested in aliens. Ooh, he could start there!
Walking towards the two, Six says: "Hello! I'm your neighbor, though I think both of you saw me outside. I'm Number Six. What're your numbers?"
Abigail stood there for a while in shocked silence, only daring to blink as the screams coming from whoever was on the other side of the door. W-What was that? She thought with a paled face, hardly noticing when Neko and the strange trenchcoat guy showed up.
"Hello! I'm your neighbor, though I think both of you saw me outside. I'm Number Six. What're your numbers?" That's what the trenchcoat guy said. Abigail turns to him, still looking pretty shocked after hearing all that screaming, her ears were still ringing!
"Uh...hello, Mr. Six." Obviously his particular species went by numbers instead of the more traditional kind of name. "Most people call me Abigail, nice to meet you." She turned back towards the door, normally she would have been more talkative but, all that screaming had really rattled her! Who was in there?
"That screaming, it came from behind this door..." Abigail pointed at the door with the number 9 on it in front of her. Without another word, Abigail gave the door another knock, a bit harder this time. "Are you okay in there? Do you need help? Maybe a doctor?" Heeellloooo?" She shouted to whoever was behind that door.
With a content sigh, Rebel scribbled along on her tablet, a barely audible tune hummed from her laptop's speakers. It wasn't hard to get back into the groove of her previous life living with her family. She was already shut in from the world, blinds closed and the bedroom was lit by her laptop screen.
Perfect.
Or at least it was for the quite short time at living in Maple 801-101. Up until the SCREAM of terror and possible of someone being violently murdered. Who knew? Rebel was very in the dark as to why someone thought it was okay to ruin her peace. Not to mention for her jump in fright, managing to throw her poor darling laptop at the opposite wall of her mattress. The battery popped out, as if also trying to escape from the cries of a probably dead person. That also meant that the art piece she worked on was closed out, much to the added horror of the onion.
I haven't saved since we were driving… Tears welled up at the thought of all her hard work being all for nothing. With a huff and sniffle, Rebel rose from her bed. Tears streaming still down her face as it looked like she wouldn't be getting any sleep anytime soon. And also the fear that this apartment building was filled with murderous fiends.
That being said, she figured maybe a bit of air would calm her down. And or allow the murderers to find her and end her suffering of art and deadlines. Either or, a gentle breeze could be felt when she opened the door to the balcony. The sight was rather nice, the town spread out, the landscape framing the scenery just nice. Just the way the fluffy clouds hung in the air, square and fluttering in the wind and-
Wait.
She reached over the railing, catching the supposed clouds, realizing they were paper. She flipped the page, and froze, becoming as solid and still as a victim of Medusa herself. The paper was covered in detailed anatomy sketches. Detailed in the sense there was no censorship and those under 18 shouldn't see such graphic images. And of course, there on the corner of the page was her own onion shaped watermark.
"What the…SHIT!" Rebel could only yell in alarm (although not on par with the previous shriek) as she noticed equally inappropriate doodles blew out of one of her open boxes filled to the brim with said pieces. She jumped and flailed, trying to fish for the papers from the breeze, but there was just too many and it seemed mother nature was a fan of smutty art. That being said, the tears came back and she retreated with a few papers clutched to her chest, shutting the door to save the last of her dignity and artwork.
She peeked through the blinds of her window as the physical manifestations of her shame were littered across the property for all eyes to see. The only bright side that made her cascading tears glisten would be that her actual name wasn't signed on the papery rainfall of obscenity.
Neko looks in the direction of the voice introducing himself as a number, "I think we've met before, mate. Uh, I guess I'm 3 based on you rororo." Dammit, he got so close to finishing his thought but then he stumbled in his words. He looks at the crazy girl from before. "Uhh, okay. Why is that guy screaming?"
Minnie jumped in excitement as she sees the other half of the room. Ignoring the "other" half of the room where Miguel will stay. Minnie fixed Mouse's Dog bowl. Miguel noticed the dog bowl.
"Isn't that a dog bowl? That's supposed to be as a cat bowl" Miguel asks then laughs. Minnie looked at him in return and brought back the attention to Mouse who was purring. "Uhuh yes. Well it's only the cheapest one I can afford" Minnie says, slightly irritated. She fills the other bowl with water. Mouse drank the water until..
They heard a horrendous scream.
The cat jumped higher, bumping it's body to the bowl, wetting herself in shock. Minnie screamed a high pitched scream and cried out of the terrifying scream. Miguel let out a hard sigh.
"What was that?!" Miguel asks Minnie and himself. He started to walk when he felt Minnie's arms, trying to stop him. Miguel looked at Minnie oddly.
"You shouldn't go anywhere. I think someone's being murdered. And DON'T LEAVE ME!!" Minnie demanded. Miguel pats Minnie like a toddler throwing tantrums. "It's alright. I'll go check for safety"
Then Miguel opens the door and saw three people standing at Room No. 9. He started to walk nervously. Thinking if he'll introduce himself. I think it's a better way to introduce yourself and ask them what's happening.
"Hi. My n-name's Miguel, Have you all heard a scream? I'm from Room No. 1" He says while smiling nervously. The other one looks like a cosplayer because it has a tail and a cat ears. But he realized it's moving and...
"W-what is that? That doesn't look fake? Are you a monster? A Cat-man? A beast?" Miguel asks. Hoping it's just a fake cosplay looking like realistic. Or he'll call 911 to report the incident of a scream and a supernatural thing that looks like a monster murdering someone.
"I'm not a beast! I just have cat ears." Neko replied wanting to never hear anything about his ears again. "Why are so many people attracted to it" he thought. But he knew the answer. Because it's not "normal". He honestly just wants to know what's wrong with the guy who screamed so he can go back to his room. He sighed looking away from Miguel.
While blissfully packing his things, a loud insufferable scream sounded throughout the apartment, such that Maurice dropped a heavy book on the floor. He couldn't tell from his room what the source of that scream was but it could not be anything good. He hurriedly hid the book inside a closet and reached to grab a small handaxe he had unpacked and hidden just minutes earlier.
He swung the handaxe a few times, enjoying the light sound it made as it whiffed through the air.
"Whatever that may have been, this should do the trick." The axe was something he found in a bargain bin sale a few years earlier. It was too light, too small to properly cut into wood, but for Maurice it looked perfect for self-defense. He stared at it, enchanted, for a few moments before he hid it behind his pants before hurriedly leaving the room.
Outside he saw a small crowd had gathered, seemingly as confused as he was. He rushed over to them, careful to make sure his 'weapon' was completely hidden. "Any of you know what that was?!"
"The guy in that room is acting bat-shit crazy." Neko replied to the man, clearly hiding something.
"What's taking Neko so long?" Koneko said pacing back and forth in room 3. "It shouldn't be taking him so long to figure out what was happening. Oh no. Did I just kill my brother? No." She decides to go see what happened, where she found that a bunch of people were outside grouped around a room. Neko was still alive. She sighs of relief before walking down to the crowd. "Hey, Koneko." Neko says happily noticing his sister.
Six frowned when Abigail said that people... Well, called her Abigail. "Your room number. Your old identity doesn't mean anything to you anymore." Then, he turned to the new people arriving: a young man saying he was from Room No. 1, and another young man who didn't identify his room number. It seems everyone was flocking to this room. Six had no clue why.
"So... Is there any reason we're all flocking to this room? I mean, the poor resident in here is probably looking through the keyhole and shaking in his or her boots because there's a bunch of strangers surrounding their room!" Six says, then remembers the scream from earlier. Wait... It came from this room.
Was it possible that wasn't the alarm clock? What if the people who ran this place were doing experiments on the other prisoners? Was that an actual scream of pain and agony and possible constipation? WOULD SIX BE NEXT?!
"Break down the door, break down the door, we have to save whoever is in there!" He shouted, a sudden whiplash from his calm, inquisitive nature from earlier. He then went up to the door and kicked it, probably doing nothing but hurting his foot in the process. But maybe, if he's lucky, he kicked it off its hinges!
