the vault

where are we?

'What the... what the hell?' grogged a blonde curly haired girl wearing a glittery gold dress.

She slowly got up and looked around, noticing she was in a dark room, with nothing in it but a door and a chair.

'Fearless?'

She shot up and held up the chair, her hands shaking out of fear.

'W-who's there?! I'm armed!' she trembled, attempting to sound tough.

'Fearless, where are you?'

'How do you know my name?' Fearless said even more defensively. She slowly marched to the door, chair in her grasp, and opened it. She noticed a figure wearing some sort of dress - she couldn't tell the exact details (it was almost pitch black after all) but she seemed oddly familiar.

'Fearless it's me! Can you see me? I can see you!'

Ironically enough, Fearless' fear and paranoia clouded her mind. So much so, that she decided to throw the chair at the mysterious figure.

'OW! What the fuck is wrong with you?!' The figure said.

Fearless ran to take a closer look; she saw a girl with blonde hair in a tied up bun wearing a purple dress lying on the cold, hard floor.

'Speak Now?! Oh my lord are you okay??' Fearless pulled Speak Now up.

'Well I was until you hit me with that chair!!'

'Sorry...' Fearless sassed, rolling her eyes while doing so.

Speak Now got up, and wiped off of all the dust her dress had accumulated.

'Missed you.'

'Oh um... you too?' Fearless said surpised.

'You didn't miss me?'

'Well no I did... I just don't expect you of all people to admit that first!' they both laughed.

'Are there any others?'

'How am I supposed to know?'

'Wanna go find them?'

'Not like I have anything better to do.'

The two then walked down the long dark corridor, hoping to bump into another.