The Walls Are Breathing. [WIP!]

One Way Entrance

Yellow walls. 

      They seemed to be everywhere, all at once, and never stop. The moist, brown carpet, with leaks of water in the ceiling. It was disgusting. Vile, even. Making every one of them want to throw up. The smell was awful. And the worst part? They had no idea where the fuck they were.
     “Hello?!” One of them shouted, he was tall and lanky, having a mask and gloves on his hands. He started roaming around, trying to find any form of life that could be here.. He hated being alone. One of his worst fears. He searched for minutes, maybe hours, who knows, his phone didn't work, the clock was glitching out and not making any sense. He soon found a small, blonde boy, curling up in a corner of one of the walls in this seemingly, endless maze. 
     “Tommy!” the tall boy smiled, running over to him as he bent down to look at him, “Are you okay?” he mumbled, but Tommy didn’t talk and only shook his head. He was too scared to even make a peep. The tall boy decided it was only right to pick Tommy up and carry him, since he didn't want them to stay around that place forever, it seemed to have mold growing on the corner anyway. 
     The tall boy grabbed out a few keys, fumbling them in his hand before pulling out a small pocket knife from the key ring, starting to make marks on the walls to make sure he remembered where he was going. “I’m assuming if you fell down here with me, then Tubbo must be here too… somewhere..” he sighed, it seemed as though he was only talking to himself at this point, since Tommy had temporarily become mute for the entire trip. He usually was super loud but the unusual breaths coming from the walls must have terrified him too much. 
     They soon came across a room with a door on it, the tall boy gently opening it to see what was inside, which was oddly enough, a living room-like space, with a couch and what was supposed to resemble a kitchen, with only a stove and a fridge with a countertop on the other corner of the room. “This is perfect!” the tall boy exclaimed, walking inside and closing the door, blocking it off to make sure no one or.. Nothing came inside. “We can rest here for the night!” and as the tall boy said that, all the lights went out, except for a small table lamp that was sitting on the floor next to the couch. The tall boy was soon sleepy, along with Tommy as they soon both laid on the couch, somehow both fitting.
     “Ranboo.. Is Tubbo going to be okay..?” Tommy finally spoke with a rough british accent, worried sick about his other best friend. 
     “I'm sure he will be fine.. There doesn't seem to be any harm here, so let's go to sleep and wait until morning to find him.” Ranboo smiled. And as said, they both slowly drifted off to sleep, passing the night.