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The floor, no the pillows, were soft. A comforting feeling that replaced her fear and despondency for a single moment. When she opened her eyes, she wasn't sitting on the couch of Oliver's house. She wasn't lying down in the comfort of her own home. No blankets that catered to her taste. Just bland pillows and a few mattresses that suppressed her fall.
Surrounding her were people in similar situations, each one sweating or mumbling to themselves as their bodies slowly sunk into the cushions. The first to move from their spot was a blond man wearing a waistcoat. He let out a quiet huff before helping a few others, namely the two children who had been semi-conscious from the fall and trauma.
A few more people began to fall from god knows where, landing on the cushioned floor with light groans and confused squeaks. The blond was the first to greet them all, helping them up from the cushions and guiding them towards the newly developed crowd. (Name) opted to take her spot near the back of the group, joining the others in surrounding the blond man.
"You can't sit there stupefied forever, miss," he had remarked after the girl the brunet had dragged began to stir. (Name) fiddled with the inside of her uniform as the girl looked around the room with dazed eyes.
"Where is this...?" She mumbled, moving her hair away from her face, ignoring the slight pressure of the newly added collar.
"Beats me..."
"Who the hell're you guys?! Where even is this?!" A punk woman snapped as the blond took his spot in front of the strangers.
"Like we've got any idea ourselves! Calm down, lady!" The giant redhead scoffs.
"Is there no one here who can explain?!" A pink-haired girl exclaimed.
"Just what is going on...?" An aproned man hummed. "How troubling..."
"Now hold on a second!" The blond man announced, holding out his hand. "We should confirm what each of us knows."
"That's all well and good... But I don't even know where this is!" The pink-haired girl points out.
"I had quite a terrible experience earlier... So I can't remain calm... Mwahaha," the gray-haired man snickered.
"There sure are a lot of us here..." (Name) muttered to herself, moving her arms out of her sleeves and hiding them in her uniform jacket.
That isn't fair.
Of course, it isn't fair.
"Joe!" The redheaded girl called out, rushing over to join the group. She tapped the brunet's shoulder, prompting him to turn around silently. "Good... So you're okay."
"...Who're you?" He asked, tilting his head slightly.
"Wh...!" She gasped before shouting, "What are you saying?! I'm Sara! Did you forget your own friend's face?!"
