LET THERE BE PEACE

7

PR22 POV:

Five strangers are sitting in the bunker, and it seems the guy I followed was also unfamiliar.
"Awh.. I thought I hid it well" he mutters.
A rather..large man with an angry expression on his face responds to him.
"Well you didn't, even a toddler could find something so easily hidden, because a toddler DID find it!"
The man points to a child, presumably seven or eight years of age, with brown, curly hair. He's wearing a sky- blue sweater with the repetitive pattern of clouds and drawings of the sun on it. His skin is pale while with cracks, quite literally. This kids skin is made of porcelain glass, but this, however, isn't new to me. Someone in the building I was in a few months back also had porcelain skin. Someone tripped them over and shattered them.

I just sit down among the other five people here. The red haired man who I followed just sits down in a different corner, avoiding eye contact with any of us. Suddenly, the child with porcelain skin talks up in a bright, energetic voice.
"HI!! What're your names??? My name is Cleo!!!! =D"
This kid definitely does not understand the depth of this situation.
"HI!!!! UM, MY NAME IS... uhm.. IM BLOTFIXT!! NAMED RIGHT AFTER MY GREAT-GREAT-GREAT-GREAT-GREAT-GREAT GRAN-"
The person next to him covers his mouth to stop him from talking. Great, I'm stuck in a small cramped room underground with a bunch of nutcases.

I take a look at the man, he seems quite young, maybe twenty years of age? He has brown hair fluffed up to his neck. He wears large, bright purple glasses with spirals outlined in a darker shade of purple which completely cover up his eyes. He has the ears of an animal on the top of his head, so I'm guessing his hearing must be pretty good. He wears a purple shirt with black baggy trousers, and also has sock puppets on his hands that he glued googly eyes on. Gross.

The person next to him has dirt blond hair, puffed up, which is pretty short. They have an X on the right side of their face instead of their left eye, with multiple question marks surrounding it. They have a light yellow shirt on with black shorts. They stop covering Blotfixt's mouth and he's just grinning widely. Introducing myself sounds fun, well, I might aswell be with a bunch of insane people that I know some information about, right?

"Uh, my name is PR22 and I'm 14 years old."
Everybody but Cleo and Blotfixt gives me a weird, strange look while Blotfixt just gives me a scared, surprised look.
"The hell kind of name is that?!"
"Mind your own buisness??"
I read the guys name off the "MY NAME IS.." card pinned onto his work uniform. His name is Todd.
I just sit and look around. So here I am, cramped up in an underground room full of mentally unstable maniacs and if I decide to leave I will die, but if I stay here, I will die. I probably won't die and I'm just overexagerrating again, but seriously, I'm convinced none of these people are in the right mental state.

(hii um creator note I was sort of stuck on the chapter and I didn't know what to write so this was sort of just an introduction to the other characters :)). um later j will also post info about every character so far, just their names, age, relationships with others, and yeah. hope you enjoyed this chapter because I was kind of stressing on what to write because I usually just write these without plan or stuff :D)