Solitude || Spy x OC || TF2

3 - Fake it Till You Break It

'Woooooo' The sirens were going off, and I heard people running back and forth outside of my door. What was going on?

It was not like I could leave the room at all as the door only opened from the front. I was nervous, what if there was a fire, a gas leak and everyone was going to leave me in the building? No... It can't be that Ambrose wouldn't leave me to die.

My arm suddenly wanted to move, it jolted up along with my body from my bed and I walked to the bathroom to get the last bit of chalk I had. I wet it, smearing it along my fingers. I was now walking to the wall by the door. This wasn't me, I knew that. My index finger pressed against the light blue wall and began to write. It was just a single letter 'P'. "P? What the hell do you mean P?" After I wrote it, I dropped the tiny piece of chalk and walked backward, staring at the P.

Why would he write a P. "Spirit.. write more I want to know what this means. What is going on." I got no response, however. It felt like the man himself went dormant. I couldn't do anything but stare at that dark black 'P' on the wall and try to think about the hundreds of thousands of possibilities of its meaning.

Sirens were still going off and so were the red lights...

Miss Paulings POV

"God if I knew I was going to be breaking into a crazy house I would've asked the administrator to let me get another candidate for this job." Miss Pauling said, running through the building as she was holding her pistol. Anyone who got in her way would be killed, shot, and dead. She did not have time to waste attempting for small talk to get to where she needed to be.

She ran down the halls and into an information room, she quickly scanned the room for the file cabinets containing information about every single patient within the facility. Miss Pauling flipped through all the folders she could "Goth. Goth. G. G. Ah! There we go" She said with a smile on her face, holding up a yellow folder with the words "Cereza Von Goth" Swiftly, she flipped through the papers, looking for the sheet saying what unit and what room Cereza would be located in. "Cmonn.. Ah! Here we go. Schizophrenia unit?" 

(No Cereza does not have Schizophrenia but because of her hallucinations and other behavior she was grouped with them) 

Pauling saw the room number and gathered her papers together, holding the folder to her chest in one hand and holding her pistol in the other. She then dashed out of the room and headed for room 35, Cereza Goth.

Cereza POV

I paced around my room, still feeling nervous about all this. I jumped when I heard a gunshot or two coming from this floor. 'No way they had to shoot one of the patients...' I thought. Soon I heard a knocking at my door and a shorter woman with medium-length black hair and crooked glasses stood right in the doorway. She was out of breath. "Cereza?" She said with a hopeful smile. "...Yes..?" "Okay perfect." The woman ran to me, shoving the pistol on her side before she took my hand.

"I'm breaking you out of here."

"Why...? Who are you?" I was quite confused.

"I'll explain in the van." She said. "Follow me okay?!" The woman yelled, running ahead of me. I followed her, running as fast as I possibly could. We ran through the building, went through long corridors and hallways, and took staircases until we reached the main building.

"These flights of stairs will take us to the back entrance! The car is there!" She yelled again, treading down the stairs swiftly.

"Noted," I said back to her, following right behind this woman.

Honestly, I could've died. I had no idea who this lady was. Maybe SHE was a serial killer and broke into the building and was luring me out to kill me. But that would be bogus why did she know my name? I shook my head, getting my head out of the clouds.

The woman pushed the emergency exit door and ran to this large van parked behind the building. I followed and hopped into the passenger seat. She pushed back her hair and fixed her glasses so they sat properly on her nose. Then I saw her put her hands on the wheel and we were off.

"Hold on tight, okay?"

"Okay." I buckled myself in and she quickly drove off. So fast that the tires screeched along the pavement of the road. I still heard the sirens from miles away from the building.

We were on the road for about 3 hours when I finally asked the question that had been bothering me since she burst through my room door.

"So.. Who are you again.?"