The Space Voyage (G/T P!Septiplier)

Simulation

Mark could hear voices. They echoed against the vent walls, catching his attention now that the alarm was finally turned off. He stopped and looked around, seeing some light and following it. The light was coming from a vent cover up ahead, and the room under him was the source. Mark crouched down and listened, catching the peoples' words.

"How much longer before they are ready to be moved?"

"As soon as we're ready of course, sir. The vans are ready, all we have to do is pack up and ship everything to Anistar." Pack up? They're moving? Mark drew a sharp breath. We're running out of time!

"Good. I want you to go check on the specimen. I want everything to go smoothly, without interruptions!" Mark got up to follow them when the metal squeaked under his weight. He froze. "What was that?" Icy fear gripped Mark. He scrambled back as one of the men got up on a desk and pried the vent cover open. A hand reached into the vents and felt around. Holy shit! Mark was panicking as he backed away, but then he tripped and hit the metal floor.

As he tried to get back up, fingers suddenly preyed on him. They wrapped around him, and he yelped as he was pulled away from freedom and brought down into the light.

"Hey! It's one of the specimen!" The giant holding Mark looked at him curiously, ignoring his squirming. Mark hissed through his teeth; the gargantuan man was putting pressure on his injuries.

"No..." The other man studied Mark, and then his eyes widened. "That's the one Jack had."

"Jack's? The one in the Crowl Fight?" Mark was flipped upside down as the giant holding him looked closer. "It is!" He gasped. "How did it get here?"

"Maybe it ran away, to try to rescue the others." Anger boiled in Mark's veins.

"I'm not an it!" He snapped. "Unhand my friends, now! They're innocent, we've done nothing to your people!" They laughed.

"It's got a mouth on him!" The one holding him chuckled. "Just like that blonde one." All the blood in Mark's body drained. Amy. It has to be!

"Is she ok!?" When they didn't say anything, Mark desperately repeated himself. "Are they ok!?" He demanded, squirming.

"For now." The giant righted Mark and pinched his shirt, dangling him as he studied the human. "Hey, Damien, ya think we can use this one?" The other hummed thoughtfully.

"Perhaps."

"Use me for what!?" Mark challenged. "I need to talk to whoever is in charge!" Damien flickered dangerously.

"That would be me." He leaned closer to Mark, and Mark shivered. "And I would advise that you shut your trap," he growled, "You're our new experiment." Mark's eyes widened.

"Experiment!" He gasped. "No, we need to negotiate! We need to talk diplomatics!" The boss ignored him and looked up at the other giant. He nodded.

"Take him to the dream room." Mark flailed as his captor walked away.

"No! Wait!" He screamed. "WAIT!!"

Jack peeked around a corner, and then he entered the next hallway. "Any of this look familiar to ya?" He whispered. Signe shook her head.

"I'm trying to think." Jack stayed quiet as the Danish girl closed her eyes, frowning. Then she opened them. "That way!" She pointed. "I think it's just down that hall, I remember the door was silver."