Since I have over a hundred prompts to write (THANK YOU SO EFFING MUCH PRU *pulls out gun*), I decided it would probably be sensible to organise them all into one story. The one-shots I've already posted will be added to this series and then deleted as stand-alones.

None of these drabbles relate to each other, by the way.

Individual ratings and genres will be posted at the beginning of every chapter.

Prompt: Basement
Genre: Humour
Rating: T
Warnings: Language

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Basement

There was a disgruntled sigh. "For god's sake, Havoc. Look what you've done."

"Sorry, sir, but I can't look 'cause I can't see anything, sir."

A deep growl emanated from somewhere in the room. "Don't be a smart-arse, Havoc."

"Sorry sir."

Crash.

"Ack!" A high-pitched yelp sounded from a far corner of the room.

"Al?" a familiar alto called from somewhere in the pitch blackness. "Are you okay?"

There was a slight hiss of pain. "Yeah, I'm fine, nii-san. I just tripped over something."

There was an exasperated sigh, before a harsh feminine voice said, uncharacteristically irritated, "This is ridiculous. Where is the door?"

There was a moment of muffled fumbling, before Breda called, "Over here." A loud rattling noise permeated the darkness, then an irritable thump. There was a noticeable lack of a familiar creak of an opening door. "I can't open it sir," Breda said gruffly. "I think it's locked, or maybe jammed."

"Well then I'll fucking kick it down-"

"Fullmetal," Roy interrupted harshly. "Don't be so violent."

"But how else are we-"

"Be patient."

"I don't think it's possible for the Boss to be patient, sir."

"I don't need to be pa-"

"I think you're right, Havoc."

"If I just kick the door down, then-"

"Then you'll have to pay for the damage, Fullmetal."

"You're my superior officer, Colonel Bastard; you pay for-"

"My name is Roy Mustang."

"I don't ca-"

"Ain't that the truth."

"Stop cutting me off!"

"Everyone just be quiet!"

The silence might've been visible if any of the occupants of the pitch-black room could actually see.

"Thank you," Hawkeye finished far more calmly. "We're never going to get out of here if we simply shout and quarrel between ourselves."

There was a childishly reluctant grunt of agreement throughout the room.

"... What do you suggest we do, Lieutenant?" Roy asked wearily through an irritable sigh as he flopped onto the floor.

"I suggest we do the most sensible thing we can, Colonel. We're still in Headquarters, so someone if bound to either come looking for us, or come looking for something in the basement. Either way, we're guaranteed someone will come."

"So...?"

"So," Hawkeye said firmly. "We wait."

Hawkeye was sure, if she could see in the pitch blackness, the look of identical horror on everyone's faces would've been priceless.