Frouse x Pressure

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A/N: this isn't following the canon where they were on death row bc I dont feel like finding crimes they all had to of done. Plus this makes more sense, why would Grizzy be on death row? I mean I could see Smii7y being on death row, but Grizzy? Pezzy? Uhhh... Yeah the rest of them would definitely be on death row for something. Especially John. Idk I just have a feeling. He'd be serving cunt too hard or smth.

Also this is gunna be a short chapter but whatever ::3

Pezzy's POV:

It had only been a few days since the government had announced that people were being recruited to be apart of the "Pressure Program". Well not exactly recruiting, more like forcing.  It was either that or spend who knows how long in prison. They gave no details on what this program was, just that it was important for the sake of humanity.

Pezzy wasn't expecting people in suits to come knocking at his door, and he definitely wasn't expecting being knocked out a moment later and being taken somewhere in a van.

The man had woken up hours later, slumped again a concrete wall. The air was cold and stale, and it didn't help that he was panicking.

He sat up quickly, immediately regretting it however as his head began to throb and he immediately leaned back against the wall, shutting his eyes and groaning.

After a few moments he slowly opened his eyes and stood up on shaky legs. He looked around, and felt his stomach tighten at his surroundings. He looked to be in some sort of storage house, well besides for the fact that past the tall shelves in front of him was water. And in that dark, murky water were a dozen or so submarines.

After a few more minutes he walked out of the area he was in. He began to notice more people walking around, they all seemed to be in some sort of panicked state he was in.

"Pezzy?"

He spun around at the mention of his name, and was met with the on-so familiar site of his best friend, Droid. His shoulders slumped in relief. He wasn't alone. The you man walked over to the android and let out a small breath.

"Thank fuck im not alone" Pezzy said, cracking a small smile, feeling better with the presence of his friend besides him.

"Yeah..." Droid trailed off as he looked around. "Any idea where we are?"

Pezzy shook his head at this, taking a few steps forward as he looked around some more.

"This is the Pressure Project im guessing"

Droid hummed in reply and followed the man as they explored. The duo kept their distance from other people, not exactly trusting anyone just yet.

Smitty's POV:

'Fuck...' Smitty moved his hand to his head and groaned. He felt like he got blackout drunk the night before. His vision was blurry and he felt stiff.

"Where the hell am I?" He mumbled, sitting up slowly after a minute and wobbling forward, only to stumble over a small crack in the ground and almost crashing onto the floor. He cursed under his breath and shook his head. After regaining his composer he looked up, only to be met with the intense and overwhelming sight of the large, warehouse-looking room.

"What..the..." He walked into the room, taking in his surroundings. People seemed to be having similar situations, waking up dazed and staring in shock at the room. 'This must be the Pressure Project or whatever it was called..' He thought to himself. Suddenly a thought ran through his mind, and he quickly spun around, looking back at where he had originally woken up.

There, in the corner of the room laid John. Smitty quickly rushed over to the other man and knelt down besides him.

"Shit, John? John wake up" The milkbag hissed, shaking the elder. A groan left his lips as he stirred awake, hand moving to his head, just like Smitty had done.

"I don't even remember drinking anything, the fuck happened?"

Smitty relaxed slightly seeing that the brunette was fine.

"Government kidnapped us or something? I dont know"

John mumbled something at this and sat up with the help of his friend.

"You think the others are here?" John asked, standing up with some difficulty.

"Lets hope so, I dont want any of us to be alone in this."

Puffer's POV:

Puffer rubbed his temple as he leaned against the cold wall. He was luckily standing besides both Grizzy and Matt. He could only imagine what wouldve happened if they hadn't found each other.

"So let me get this straight," The bear (literally) of a man began, "We were kidnapped by the government and we're being forced to participate in this 'Pressure Program'?"

"Seems that way, yeah" Puffer sighed, putting his round glasses back on and looking over at Matt, who was unusually quiet. It was concerning to see the usually bubbly and loud man so deep in thought. "Tell me what you're thinking Matt"

The man looked over at Puffer and shook his head, shifting slightly.

"Nothing really, just worried about the others.."

Puffer frowned at the words, and it deepened as he saw Grizzy stiffen slightly in reaction. He was just as worried, of course he was, but he couldn't show it. Not in a time like this. He needed to focus on figuring things out.

"I'm sure they're fine" He said reassuringly, placing a hand on Matt's shoulder, giving it an encouraging squeeze. "They aren't dumbasses, they'll figure out what to do. Speaking of which, we should probably try and figure that out too."

A distorted static noise played from the speakers, echoing off the walls and filling the large and empty space of the warehouse. This caused Grizzy to jump, latching onto Puffer's shoulder, his claws slightly digging into the sleeve of his jacket.

"Ow- paws to yourself Grizzy, damn" Puffer snapped, smacking the bear's hands off him. The bear mumbled out a 'sorry' before a voice rang out through the building.

"Welcome everyone to the Pressure Program."