Flashlight (Ryan x Shane)

Part 1

"Our five minutes in cell 8 begins now," Shane's voice, coming from somewhere near the door says.

Ryan studies the walls of the derelict cell, desperate to think of anything but ghosts.

"Shane--?"

Shane rolls his eyes exaggeratedly, though he knows Ryan can't see due to the suffocating darkness.

"Four minutes and forty-five seconds left, Ryan."

The smaller boy gasps suddenly. "Shane, stop."

"What?"

"Please, stop touching my shoulder. That's not fucking funny."

"I'm not touching your shoulder."

Ryan realizes that Shane's voice was coming from the other side of the room. A shiver runs down his spine. "So--" he says, his voice cracking. "So that wasn't you touching my shoulder a second ago?"

"Dude, no. Just chill," Shane presses a button on his watch, checking how much longer they had left.

The dim light illuminates his face as Shane busies himself with watching the seconds tick by.

Ryan finds himself drawn to Shane's face, half scared at the gaunt appearance the unflattering light gave him, and half inexplicably attracted.

"How much longer?"

"Four minutes and eighteen seconds," Shane grunts.

Ryan walks around the small cell, the cracked stone walls cool to the touch. He feels his way across the room, stopping once he can feel Shane's presence next to him.

"Dude, this is fucking scary," Ryan says, as if he hadn't already made it quite clear that he didn't want to be locked in a haunted prison cell.

"It's literally not, though. Just think of it like--like you're in a room. It's just a room."

Ryan nods to himself and drums his fingers against the wall semi-casually.

"How much longer?"

"Three minutes and fifty-nine seconds."

Ryan curses himself for suggesting they lock themselves in a pitch-black room for five fucking minutes.

A few seconds tick by.

"Shit, dude, my eyes are totally playing tricks on my right now. I swear I just saw something out of the corner of my eye."

"You always do, and there's literally never anything there."

Ryan bites his lip, his hand shaking. "N-no, I swear there's something in the corner over there."

"Just chill. Three minutes and 41 seconds left."

Ryan tries to calm his nerves by thinking of something, anything else.

"No, look!" He says, though it sounds more like a squeal. "I swear I saw it. Shane, give me my flashlight."

"No."

Ryan pinches his thigh, asking himself why he just had to give his flashlight to Shane before they had locked themselves in.

"Shane, please, I swear to fucking god there's something there."

"Nope, the rule is no flashlights, you said it yourself. Three minutes and twenty six seconds left."

Ryan tries to avoid looking at the corner. Though he knows Shane wouldn't see it, he swears that there's a figure standing in the darkness.

"Shane, please," Ryan begs. "I swear to god, there is something there, if you'd just--"