Ding!
Alas, the two of you arrived at the next floor. You stood up and stepped out of the elevator, Zack right behind you. Iron bars towered in front of you. "The hell?" Zack huffed. You placed your hand around the gate and shook it.
Rattle rattle..
Nothing. "It's locked." You mumbled, turning to Zack.
"No shit!" Zack held his scythe up. "No worries, I'll just smash it..!"
"Zack, it's iron." You informed him. He looked like he was about to shoot back a, 'So what', or, 'Why's it matter', so you interrupted him. "Your scythe won't be able to break it."
"Whatever! Until you come up with a better idea, I'm doing things my way." Zack shouted at you. The sound of metal hitting metal rang through the room. "Why's it not-"
"Zack I told you, it's iron." You mumbled, looking down at your feet.
"Yeah yeah, whatever.." He mumbled. Then, suddenly, Zack's eyes widened, and he grabbed your hand. He pulled you backwards, and you swung back onto the ground. Bullets clattered to the ground right before your eyes.
"Check, check..! Hahaha~!" A woman's voice could be heard from the security cameras. "Zack, darling, I must say that your intuition is quite impressive!"
"Huh..." Scoffed Zack.
"I almost dozed off waiting for you two, but the excitement seemed to be just what I needed to wake me up..." The woman's voice cooed.
"Yeah? Well I don't give a shit about your sleeping habits. All I care about is getting the hell out of here!" Zack shouted, his scythe at the ready.
"Well, I suppose I can let you past, just this once.. Hahaha!~ I am the judge of this floor! You criminals shall pay for your wrong doings, and I, your lovely host, will deliver your punishments!" The woman's voice laughed, and the gate opened.
Zack began walking forward, but you lagged behind. "Hey, hurry up, we don't have all day!" He turned his head to look at you, and you nodded, quickening your pace. Soon enough, you and Zack reached another door. You attempted to open it, but surprise surprise, it was locked. "Open up, lady! I thought you said you'd let us through!" Hissed Zack.
"Ara ara~ How impatient can you get? Well, your kind and gracious judge shall be so kind as to open a room for you..! Every good criminal needs a mugshot!" The woman's voice rung through the hallways. You and Zack stepped into a room with a table in the middle with small signs atop it, and behind that was a blank white wall and a camera.
You walked up to the table and picked up a sign that read '(Y/N) (L/N)'. You picked it up and slung it around your neck. You picked up the other one and passed it to Zack. He eyed you. "What's it say?"
"Isaac Foster." You responded. Zack looked away and huffed.
"Tch, we shouldn't be wasting our time having some dumb photo shoot." He begrudgingly put the sign around his neck, sighing heavily. You pushed Zack in front of the camera and walked behind it. Zack looked annoyed. "Just take the damn photo!" He moved his hands in front of his face.
"The photo will be blurry if you keep moving like that..." You mumbled.
"It doesn't matter, don't tell me you actually care about this!" Zack continued to move around vigorously. You ended up taking the blurry picture. Zack and you switched places.
