5-COMMS

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Warnings:swearing
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We were all holding on for dear life screaming as the elevator continued to plummet down. "We're going down! We're going down!"
"Yeah no shit Harrington!" Robin boomed.
"Why won't these buttons work!?" Dustin pressed all the buttons. "Press the button!" Erica demanded.
"What do you think I'm doing!?" Everyone started arguing once again until finally, the elevator came to a stop. "My groin! It fell on my groin. Dustin, get this off of me!" Steve grunted. You fell onto a piles of boxes and sat yourself on one, fixing my uniform.
"Is everyone okay?" Robin asked, her hands on your shoulders. She then kneeled down to your height to make sure you were okay.

"Yeah I'm great now that i know Russian's CANT DESIGN ELEVATORS!" Steve mashed the buttons.
"We've clearly established that those buttons don't work." Robin reminded.
"They're buttons they have to do something."
"Yeah, if we had a key card."
"A what?" You raised an eyebrow.
"It's an electronic lock. Same as the loading dock door. If we don't have a key card, it won't operate. Meaning-." Robin started to explain before Dustin finished. "We're stuck in here."

"Just so you nerds are 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 Jack's 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 motions to all of us.
"I don't CARE about Tina or uncle Jack's party!" Steve bellowed and spoke again, this time mor calmer. "Your mom's not going to find us if we're dead in a Russian elevator!"
"Hey, what if we climbed out?" Dustin pointed to a hatch in the ceiling, leading out of the elevator. 

Steve and Dustin go to climb out, Dustin first and Steve behind him. The both looked up in awe. "What were you saying about climbing?" Steve questioned, his voice echoed through the shaft.

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She's so sweet. Her hair is soft. Her leaning in to kiss me. My lips on hers. Her soft lips exploring mine. My hands around her neck, her hands on my waist. "Hey, Y/N." Robin clapped in your face, making you focus back into reality. "Hm? What?"
"Are you okay?" She had a concerned look on her face. "Uh yeah, yeah I'm...fine." You hesitated to tell her. Of course you had talked about this before. You had both told each other that you liked girls, but she never knew about Max.

Erica was sorting her gear out and exploring the green liquid. "Hey, tell me what's up, I'm here." She sat up on the crate with you. "Well, um..there's this girl, and um..." Before I could finish we heard Erica slamming the cylinder against a Metal drum. "Hey, hey! Be careful." Robin ran over to Erica and took the goo from her. "We don't even know what that is." You verified to Erica. "Exactly. It could be useful."
"Useful, how?" Robin asked.
"We can survive down here for a long time without food, but if the human body doesn't get water, it will die." She explained and Robin broke some 'unfortunate' news. "I hate to break it to you, but this is not water."
"No, but it's a liquid, and if it comes down to me drinking that shit, or dying of thirst, I drink."

Robin's attention was caught by a whirring sound from out side of the elevator. She lifted the hatch to Where Steve and Dustin were. "We've got company." She informed. Steve was watching the men through a grated ceiling panel before looking at Erica and then looking and the cylinder filled with green fuel.
Just before the elevator finished closing, Steve jumped back into the elevator, dived to the floor and jammed the door open with the cylinder. "Let's go." Erica went under first, then Dustin, then you and then Robin, leaving Steve just the right amount of time to get out before the cylinder broke. All the fluid leaked out, and corroded the floor. "You still wanna drink that?" Robin teased Erica.
"Holy mother of god." Dustin stared in awe at the tunnel ahead. We turned to face it. Steve cut through you and Dustin, patting Dustin on the shoulder as he walked past. "Well. I hope you're all in good shape. Looking at you, roast beef."

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