five, the flayed

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the room we're in feels as if we're falling down, it started to get faster and we all started to scream, "shit! shit!" dustin screams.

"we're going down! we're going down!" steve yelled.

"yeah, no shit, harrington!" robin yelled.

"why don't these buttons work?!" dustin asked.

"press the button!" erica yelled, letting go of my hand going to dustin.

"what are you doing?!" dustin asked.

"come on, press something! just press the button!" steve shouted.

dustin screams as he pushes the buttons, "push it harder!" erica yelled. the room stops moving and everything crash's into us, we all grunt.

"ow!" i yelled, i hit my head on the metal bar.

"ah!" robin also hit her head.

"my groin. it fell on my groin. dustin! get this off of me!" steve yelled, dustin helped him up. "i can't move." steve grunts as he gets up.

"is everyone okay?" robin asked.

"yeah, i'm great, now that i know that russians can't design elevators!" steve yelled, pushing dustin out of the way and going to the buttons.

"no one needs you negative energy right now, steve." i say.

"i think we clearly established that those buttons don't work." robin said.

"they're buttons. they have to do something." steve said.

"yeah, if we had a key card." robin said.

"what?" steve asked.

"it's an electronic lock. same as the loading dock door. if we don't have a keycard, it won't operate, meaning—"

"we're stuck in here." dustin chimed

"well, isn't that lovely." i say.

"yeah." steve breathed out.

just so you nerds aren't aware, i'm supposed to be spending the night at tina's, and tina always covers for me. but if i'm not home for uncle jacks party tomorrow and my mom finds out you four are responsible, she's gonna hunt you down, one by one, and slit your throat." erica said, making me look over at robin, was hugging on to herself. i walked over to her and she gave me a big hug, hugging my side.

"i don't care about tina! or uncle jacks part! your moms not gonna be able to find us if we're dead in a russian elevator!" steve thundered.

"hey." dustin uttered, pointing at the ceiling. "what if we climbed out?" the two boys went up the squared-shape opening, leaving us girls in the elevator.

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after the boys went up the opening, they told us that there's no hope of climbing out, since it's a long way up.

dustin stayed on top, trying to get contact with any of his party members. steve went back up to tell him to stop. their conversation was muffled and echoed, i choose not to listen.

"what if we die in here? imma die with never having a first love." y/n said, laying on a bunch of box. i slightly laugh.

"we're not going to die in her." i say, i was trying to figure out the box of buttons, i was very focused.

"how do you know? robin, have you ever loved?" she asked.

"hmm? uh, yeah." i said, i heard y/n gasp. the realization of what i said made my heart drop. "i mean, no. no, nope. never loved."

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