Stand Down Cloud! You're Looking At 41 Years Of Jail!

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Twenty sat on the couch, giving a long sigh and rubbing his eyes.

However, it was ineffective, as his glasses had gotten in the way.

"Sometimes I wish I could take these glasses off.."

Fourteen skated until he was flung face-first onto Eighteen's bed.

Although his voice was muffled by the sheets, Fourteen managed to speak.

"Well, today sucked."

"You can say that again.." Five hummed, "I guess this wasn't going to be so easy.. Anybody else got a theory on how we can get through the cloud?"

"We could fly through it."

Twelve giggling slightly, despite herself, put a hand on Eighteen's shoulder, "No, we'll be grabbed."

"We can run."

"That won't work either.."

"Spin?"

"No."

"Roll?"

"No."

"Dance?"

"No."

"Swim?"

"No."

"Drive?"

"No."

"Cartwheel?"

"No."

"Make a moving lighthouse?"

"No."

"Croissant?"

"No."

"Ninja flip?"

"No- Wait.. what was the last one?"

"Ninja flip?"

"No the one before that."

"Uh.. Croissants?"

Twelve made a face.

"A croissant?"

"Yeah."

"I thought you said something else. Nevermind."

"Okay."

Thirteen looked between them.

"Do I just?.."

Five nodded.

"Yeah.. okay. Uh.. What was the one before the one before the last one?"

"Make a moving lighthouse?"

"Mhm, that one!"

"What about it?"

"Can't we try that? If we can move the lighthouse, we can make it to Seven's house!"

Seven shook his head, "That won't work, the chances of the lighthouse surviving the storm that's over there is low."

Thirteen wasn't going to give up yet, "Wouldn't the light make the storm go away?"

"Yes, but it's getting stronger, and you know that."

"True.. What if we-"

A loud bang interrupted him.

"Attention everyone!" Twenty-one yelled over the PA, "The darkness has destroyed the lighthouse! I repeat! The darkness has destroyed the lighthouse!"

Panicked looks were exchanged all around the room.
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Twenty-one watched as Seventeen tried to barricade the doorway, but her instincts told her that it wouldn't hold long.

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