Everything is at the end of a labirynth // Multifandom crossover

The first door to freedom

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"Shit, shit, shit, SHIT FUCK!!" - someone's high-pitched screams could be heard.

"TOMMY SHUT THE FUCK UP AND RUN!!"

"I AM FUCKING RUNNING YOU BITCH"

"THEN RUN FASTER!!!"

"I CAN'T, I CAN'T WILBUR, PALMS ARE SWEATY, KNEES WEAK, ARMS ARE HEAVY, FUCK WAAAAAAAH!!!

     He was interrupted by the black creature that was chasing the two screaming people. It jumped on one of the runners back with so much momentum, he would already be splattered on the floor if it wasn't for the brunette that held his arm, tightly gripping the wrist.

     As soon as the blonde regained his balance, they dashed for the stairs, and jumped up them, skiping few steps at a time, to go as quilckly as possible. It was a miracle none of them stubbed their toe while in such a big rush. The creature, or "the thing", that was chasing them had not so much luck today. It had two short legs with inverted knees, an attribute that made it nearly impossible to climb stairs like these. The duo flopped on the floor, gasping for air as soon as they reached the midlevel platform. Welp, at least they're not dinner today.

"HAHA YOU BITCH, TRY CLIMBING THOSE STAIRS, you dumb fucking..." the blonde tried to sound intimidating, without choking on the lack of air.

"Shut up Tommy, let sleeping dogs lie" huffed out his friend, also struggling to catch a breath.

"Also, where the fuck is my "thank you for saving my life, Wilbur"?" the brunette stood up, brushing off the dust and dirt off himself that seemed to be all over the floor.

     The blonde smirked and stood up without saying anything, also shaking off the dirt that had stuck itself on his light blue sweater.

"Huh? Excuse me? What is that supposed to mean?" Wilbur threw his hands up, letting a small smile slip on his lips. He watched as Tommy climed up the rest of the stairs, and checked behind him, seeing the haired ball of meat that was chasing them a moment ago, now walking away discouraged. He would prefer not being attacked form behind.

     He caught up to the younger and met him standing before a big metal door. They looked especially heavy There was a red glaring sign that said "EXIT" above the door. They looked at eachother before pushing the doors open as hardly as they could. The doors budged, making a low-pitched screech before letting the pressure move them open. They entered, and they were now in vastly different space than before. This place reminded them of a massive warehouse. It had concrete floors and walls, exposed rebar, and dim compared to the ealier ones fluorescent lights placed on the walls. Tommy went in first, and almost jumped when loud splash echoed throughout the place. His heart dropped when he looked down, and noticed he is standing in a big puddle of water.

"Well this is gonna be problematic" said Wilbur and after a pause continued.

"It'll be a pain in the ass when we will have to hide somewhere or run away" Tommy just noded, and looked around, trying to locate any advantage points, potential weapons, or possible danger.

     It wasn't like him. He became unnervingly quiet, and Wilbur started worrying about him, but for now, he had to keep those thoughts to himself. The situation was not calling for any talk except the topics directrly referring to survival. As they walked along the wall, they started noticing a weird low-hanging fog with seemingly no discernible source. At first they were cautious, but after a while of nothing abnormal happening, they assumed it was just another quirk this level contained.

     They have been wandering for about 5 days with only two- now empty bottles of water, and four- also eaten buckets of cotton candy. They would not be sure how many hours or days have passed if it wasn't for the Tommy's Dora The Explorer handwatch. At first Wilbur poked a little fun of how this piece of toy was keeping them in touch with reality but after some time they both realised that this was now as precious as food. There were no clocks here, and the time seemed to flow differently, it was so easy to lose track of time and fall into apathy.

     Tommy realised it only after they walked for about a mile, that the water here didn't had that red tint and it didn't give off any weird smell. He slowly squatted and collected as much water in his hands as possible, then drank it. It was delicious. Not like in the meaning of tasty, but quenching the two days worth of thirst was a delightful expierience in of itself. Soon followed Wilbur and they drank as much water as they needed, and also tried to fill up one of the empty buckets that they have been carrying after the cotton candy, but they only got about 1/3 of the way before they realised that doing this with their hands was one of the least efficient method. They figured that even if the water was poisonous, they really didn't have much time to live if they ran out of the supplies anyway.

     This realization about near and impending doom, was giving them a lot of mood swings, it was hard too keep yourself in the survival mode when that feeeling of dread turns into apathy, and depression. In this state, most of the fights you go through, are with yourself. It is a fight between surviving and giving up, between hope and anxiety that is slowly slipping into your heart, and fogging your mind. It becomes hard to reason with yourself. That's why company is so essential in these backrooms. The fellow you can talk to, take care of, protect and be protected is priceless. Humans are social creatures, and it knly shows that much when we're left all alone, with only our voices in our head.

     Tommy suddenly stopped, after 1,5 hours of walking when he decided it was enough for today. His Dora watch was showing 9:51pm and he wanted to keep his internal clock order, so he sat down and held out a hand to Wilbur, which he gladly took and sat next to him as well. They both took a breather and stared into the fog.

"Hey... Wilbur?" whispered Tommy, not looking at his friend as, he thought he is too tired for that.

"Yeah, Tommy? You need something?" he, responded and took a glance at Tommy, noticing the exhaustion on his face.

"... Thank you Wilbur... For everything."

"No problem... are you okay?"

"... Just a little tired..."

"Go to sleep then. I will take the first shift."

"Thanks." He whispered and propped himself up, then rested against Wilbur's back. He was a little shorther so his head automatically fell on Wilbur's shoulders. Wilbur didn't mind it, after being so long in here with Tommy, he really started treating him as his younger brother. He had the internall requirement to protect him, even if it cost him... Well, he wasn't sure how much he can sacrifice, but it sure was a lot. But that's okay. He can do this for him. He can do this for Tommy. That's what brothers do.