𝓜𝓮𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓲𝓪 - 𝕊𝕒𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕕 ℂ𝕠𝕝𝕓𝕪

𝐼'𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌

"Erm excuse me. Rooms don't usually do that, do they?" Jake yells over the noise of crunching metal.

"No Jake, rooms do not usually just randomly start trying to KILL US," I respond, rolling my eyes.

"Little... help... here." Sam grunts, and Jake and I look over to where Corey and Sam are still adamantly trying to move the filing cabinet, the camera resting on the floor.

"Fuck," Jake mutters, running over to help them. I look wildly around the room because Colby is nowhere in sight. I move to see him behind the cabinet, stuck as the wall presses against his back, trying to move him forward and slowly crushing him.

"Fuck!" I yell, moving to tug on the filing cabinet as well. Colby's breathing gets shallower and shallower as the filing cabinet inches forward at an excruciatingly slow pace. I give up on pulling, and as the other guys keep desperately trying to pull despite the roof closing down and getting it stuck in place firmly, I move to where Colby is, just small enough to fit without injuring myself. Using all my strength, I start shoving, pushing as hard as possible, trying to free up some room. The cabinet moves away from us harshly, causing the guys to yell out in surprise. Colby, finally able to breathe, sucks in a deep breath and grabs me, pulling me into a tight hug. I wrap my arms around his waist and hug him back.

"See now, this is cute, but we should probably move," Corey says as we move away from each other. He grabs the camera as he walks to the middle of the room.

"Go through the window quickly, before the wall moves too far to fit through," I say and move towards the window.

"Ivy, wait, we don't know what's down-" Sam starts, sighing as I jump out of the window. "There." I hear him mutter, as I land on my ass and start sliding down an angled roof.

"OH FUCK!" I yell, bracing for impact as I slide quickly towards a metal vent of some kind, which makes a loud noise as I crash into it. I managed to grab on just in time to stop myself sliding any further, and am now perched precariously on the roof. 

"Ivy? Are you okay?" Corey yells out of the window as I laugh.

"Yes, I'm fine, now get the fuck out of there before you idiots die!" I shout back and hear clattering as all of the boys jump through, the wall slamming into a cabinet behind them. They slide down the same route as I did, Corey, Sam and Colby crashing into the vent in the same way I did, Corey just managing to maintain his grip on the camera. Jake, however, manages to overshoot the vent on the right side and is sliding too far away to reach it. "JAKE!" I yell, sticking my hand out to try and catch him. He grabs on, but his momentum keeps moving him forward, and I stumble off the vent.

As I fall off, I feel strong arms wrap around my waist, keeping me stable. In my peripheral vision, I see Colby's shoulder as he stops me from sliding down the roof with Jake. Jake comes to a stop and clutches my hand tighter, scared of falling.

"Guys, I'm not strong enough to pull him up. Not that he's heavy, but the angle," I explain, and Corey and Sam look at the precarious angle the rest of us are stuck at. Jake is on his back with 1 arm above his head, clutching my hand, the other still hugged to his body in his cast. My shoulder is pushed as far forward as it will go, and my tip toes are off the vent, with only my heels and Colby keeping me on.

"Okay, yeah, this could be a slight problem," Sam says as I roll my eyes.

"Ya think?" I say, my voice heavily laced with sarcasm. My shoulder strains against the weight pulling it down, making it feel like it's going to pop out of its socket. I shift slightly, my grip slipping slowly but surely. "Guys, we're going to have to let him go."

Thanks for reading!

Lots of love,
Nikki <3

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