Trials

Fifth and sixth trial

Tom had a nightmare that night. That everything around him had fallen, he lost everyone but worse? He was the reason. He cause his friends to die. It's his fault.

Waking with a jolt, tom sat up in bed gripping onto his shirt collar panting heavily "man..matt you will not believe the dream I just-"

Fear. Where, the fuck, was Matt

The room was empty. He wasn't sleeping, he wasn't in the bathroom messing with his hair, nothing. He was no where.

"Hey!" Tom was yelling now, slamming his hands against the door "where the fuck is matt?! What did you do to him!"
It wasn't until Paul opened the door that tom finally stopped. "Will you stop that, come on he's this way"
Paul and pat didn't even have to drag matt, no no no, tom was practically running. Thoughts of Matt being dead, mangled, who knows what at the hands of the commie.

Upon entering the new room, the first thing to catch his attention was a tall rectangular box in the room that was covered with a large cloth, the silence was killing him.

"Where's matt" tom sneered, watching the two walk over and pull the cloth off the box, revealing a sleeping matt inside
"MATT-" running over, he slammed his hands against the glass, scaring matt awake
"What I- t-Tom..where am I? Why am I in a box?!" He scrambled up, hitting the glass with the palm of his hands "tom why am I in here get me out of here please!" He whined

He's panicking again, fucking commie

"Matt take a deep breath, it's okay, I can get you out of there safely.." tom turned to Paul and pat who haven't left yet "so what am I doing exactly"

"Glad you asked tom! You shall be answering three riddles, but here's the catch tom ol' boy, you must do it in a timely manner or our poor friend here will be crushed."

Matt felt his heart sink. This can't really be happening can it? I don't even like enclosed spaces to begin with!

"Your really something aren't you asshole, matt doesn't like enclosed spaces! And he's too fucking tall he'll just-"

"Quit complaining. It just gives you more of a push to get things done faster, doesn't it. Why don't we begin. You have five minutes to solve each. When the timer hits two minutes, the box will begin to slowly lower. So be hasty."

Tom was going to say a snarky remark but shook his head and turned to Paul and pat "fine. What's the stupid riddle."

Pat smiled, holding up a piece of paper "The maker doesn't want it, the buyer doesn't use it and the user doesn't know it. What is it?"

Tom took a soft breath, trying to think. 'The maker doesn't want it...and the buyer doesn't use it? But the user doesn't know it?...'
Rubbing his face he closed his eyes but when he heard a soft hum he looked up, seeing matt beginning to freak out as the box lowered

"NonononononoNO-" matt was trying to hold up the walls as if it would help, his body beginning to visually shake.

He needs to hurry

"A COFFIN-" tom yells, sighing heavily when the box stopped moving

"Good!" Pat chirped happily, checking off a small box on the paper he held. The box was currently touching the top of matts head, but he could stand up right.
"Now then," pat put the pencil behind his ear "next one is I gurgle but never speak, run but never walk, have a bed but never sleep. What am I?" He hums, gazing to Paul who was watching matt quietly

Tom had one thought: he fucking hates riddles now.

"..um.." he runs his fingers through his hair. This was taking too long. Matt was starting to panic again once the box began to move once more, but by the time matt was basically kneeling, tom screamed "A RIVER-!" Which cause the box to freeze.