AN: So Kookie refused to continue this. So I'm giving this a chapter. Chapter of doom. Sorry about the long... long.. hiatus. And the fact that RubberBonsai may or may not be passed out after stealing a pizza-size cookie loaded with sedatives so I could force this up on the site so she would be so horrified that she would try to salvage the story after I murder it should be overlooked. (Nah, she gave me permission...)
The quiet hum of something she couldn't distinguish lingered at the edge of Stephannie's consciousness. Slowly, she opened her eyes, something similar to a migraine immediately hitting her. The lights were bright. Way too bright. Fluorescent lighting much?
"Steph?" A radio-personality-like voice asked tentatively. A young man (although old in comparison to everyone else) with red hair came into view. A small smile appeared on Stephannie's face.
"Matt! What's going on?" She asked, noticing her voice was rough. Another figure was also in the room, wearing a red cape. His hair was black, but couldn't hide the large bump that had formed on top of his head, most certainly due to a certain other cape-wearing person with an arsenal of bricks. Stephannie turned her attention back to Matt, who seemed to be attempting to break the hand cuffs off of his wrists.
"I might have an idea... but this can't be Anons. Especially not on their own." Matt reached up with both hands (as they were chained together) and with some difficulty pulled a piece of paper out of his shirt pocket. "I got this notice a few days ago.." Stephannie raised her eyebrows, but then suddenly Matt flinched, putting it back in his shirt pocket.
The man in red (whose age is still fairly ambiguous) was stirring, lifting his chained hand to his head, his other limply following. Instead, in his groggy state, he smacked himself in the face. Stephannie and Matt looked at each other, both attempting not to laugh out loud. "What...? Why did you- oh." His eyes opened and he looked around. Taking in the overall gray-colored room and extremely bright lights, 'Reoria' (To Stephannie and Matt, just Reo) squinted and frowned.
"So how are we getting out of here?" Matt threw the responsibility back to Stephannie, who was still bothered by the piece of paper.
"Didn't you just say-" Matt abruptly clanged his handcuffs against the ground, startling the speaker.
"Ah... we should probably start with getting free from these, right?" He asked, smiling. Stephannie frowned. She wasn't much for escaping. Or breaking things. Or being stuck in a room with Matt (although he may be entertaining now that he wasn't in front of a computer...) and Reo (Reo was Kookie's target.. and that was about it in Stephannie's opinion).
"Can't someone else fix this?" She muttered to herself, flinging herself back against the wall and sighing loudly. "Where's my seat when I need him? This floor is hard."
So... That was anticlimactic. You should all spam RB for some more (and much better) chapters!