A/N: I worked on this while I was going home from my birthday shopping spree because I felt bad that I hadn't updated in a while. Mostly because I've been lacking the motivation to work on the chapters, what with so little reviews. But it's fine, motivation will find me somewhere, sometime. Please review though.

The morning sun seemed to creep up all too quickly, in Nomi's opinion. He honestly enjoyed the base when it was quiet, with only the night patrol circling the grounds and making sure they left no trail behind for the saftey of others.

Now, however, Nomi could just barely see the sun rising through the thick green smog that entraped the city in its ugly presence, hiding them from the outside world and keeping them in.

Sounds of people waking up and showering snapped him out of the daze he had found himself in. Turning his head, he saw Lee walking toward him, and by the look on his face, he already knew what he was going to be asking.

"So, how is Mr. Brooding doing in Cell 2?" The red-and-black haired teen folded his arms, smirking.

"He is doing as well as one would expect. Confused, angry, and wanting to go home, although now there is no home to return to." Nomi rubbed his chin, hints of stubble alerting him to how much time it had been since he had last groomed himself.

"How did he react to being told of the prophocy?" he raised a brow, tilting his head, a bad habit he had of emphasising his point when it didn't really need to be.

"Like one would expect. He was angry. Said he was not a hero and never would be. He is downright refusing to fulfill his part in this. We have all accepted it by now." the teacher sounded exasperated, looking back to the Cells.

"You have to remember, Nomi, he's only been here for a night. We've been here for years. He's not even close to being ready, but we don't have time to let him get adjusted. We have to get him into training as soon as possible."

"I understand that. That is why today I am going to be training him." upon seeing Lee's look at him, he gave his reasons. "We are running out of time. The moment is approaching faster than I thought could be possible. We do not have time for him to get cozy."

The two headed to the cells, Nomi looking side to side to make sure they were alone.

"Just so you know.. the army is getting closer. We found their trails not even five miles from here."

Lee's eyes went wide, almost the size of dinner plates. "Are you joking?"

Nomi shook his head. "Not even a little bit. They are getting close. They may find us in the next week if we're not careful."

Lee frowned, biting his thumb as he looked around the cells. "Can you even train anyone, let alone him, in such a short amount of time?!"

"I am not sure. Maybe. Maybe not." they headed to the 2nd Cell, where Randy was located.

They heard Theresa's voice waft down the hall, alerting them to her presence.

"He must be getting his bandages changed." Nomi made this comment offhandedly, looking at the small, square hole in the door. He could just barely see Theresa's purple sweater.

"Well, I mean, he kinda has to. We don't want to risk an infection." Lee put his hand on his hip, then went and knocked on the door.

Theresa perked, opening the door and welcoming them into the Cell. Randy frowned, glancing away and curling more against the wall. He had fresh bandages on his arm, which made Nomi relax in relief.

"Do you think Randy will be able to begin today?" Nomi looked at Theresa.

Randy perked upon hearing his own name. "What about me?"

Theresa ignored him. "I'd say yes, if you can ignore the great amount of resistance and angry whining you'll suffer. " She gave the red-head a smile, which he returned.

"I think I can handle that much. I had dealt with you before, had I not?"

Theresa punched him in the arm, shaking her head as she collected her things and left. "Word of advice, don't be an asshole!"

Randy looked from Theresa's retreating back to Nomi. "what about me?"

He looked tired, and angry. However, Nomi could see a deep pain and tiredness in the boys' eyes. It made him uncomfortable, to see such a young boy have so much pain. With the world they were living in, however, he supposed it was inevitable that children begin to suffer the same as adults. The worst part was that no one noticed that they were in pain until it was far too late. It was almost like a poison, biting and destroying your very insides without you ever knowing until the antidote was just a dream, a miracle if it worked.

"We are going to begin your training today." Nomi glanced at him. "As of right now, we are in a dire situation, and we cannot hold off on the training until you get better due to the fact that the situation is getting much more dangerous even as we speak. Time is of the essence right now ."

Randy scoffed. "Oh please. You're only saying that because you want me to be a 'hero'. Well, news flash. I'm not gonna be a hero because everyone has been telling me to be one. I've never been a hero, and I'm not going to start today."

Nomi folded his arms. "We are not asking you to be a hero. We are asking you to simply help us. For all you know, you are merely a pawn to what is a very large game of Chess."

"And I don't want to be a pawn! I'm done being used!" He snapped back.

The red-head sighed. "We are not 'using' you-"

"But-!"

"We need your assistance. " he interrupted, frowning. "If we do not do this, if you do not help us, we will forever be in danger. You may try to go back and resume your life, but that is not how this world works. You will instead be taken into custody. You will instead be tortured until you can no longer tell who you are or where you are. Yet they will continue to torture you until you give up what little information you have. Then they will get rid of you. You will be useless to them. You will have been nothing. And this cycle will continue once more. "

Randy felt fear jolt into him upon seeing the intensity of Nomi's eyes. "What do you mean again? Has this happened before?!"

Nomi looked at him and slowly nodded. "Once before. A boy named Hayden... he was captured, tortured and then murdered. He gave everything up to help and I failed him. Yet I am asking you; please, trust me this one time. Help us. "

Randy felt sick to his stomach as he looked at Nomi. Whatever this was, it wasn't going to end well. That much he knew; however, the thought of everybody he left behind; his mother, his best friend, his memories of the town; he couldn't leave those to just rot because he'd decided not to help. That, and torture didn't sound like much fun when you're simply trying to live a normal life.

He sighed, running his hand through his hair. Part of it had been shaved to get to a cut they'd been unaware he'd had. Now it was cleaned and patched, but the shaved piece needed to stay until it was healed.

"Yeah. I'll do it. I'll help, but whatever. Don't expect me to just start doing favors left and right for you people."

Nomi cracked a grin. "I would expect nothing less." He moved to the side, allowing Randy full view of the outside of the Cell. "Let us go. Like I have said before, we do not have much time. "

Randy slid off the bed, wearily. His expression was cold as he walked by, blatantly staring at the people that passed him.

He.. he knew these people... They've been a part of his life for as long as he could tell. Criminals, people with kind hearts that sooner rather than later betrayed them. There was Nightmare; she destroyed projects and the Test that came once a year; she was a Nightmare to deal with, and so was her aftermath. There was Delay; a man who took kids that ended up lost, or kicked out. No one had known what happened to the children after, but now Randy could see the children flocking him like a mother hen. The eldest appeared to be 17, and he remembered her well. Her name and face had been plastered on the billboard next to the hospital since before Randy could remember.

These people; all along, he'd thought they were the bad people when in reality they were the ones trying to protect the others, the ones still under the spell that was McFist.

And there were so many more; the people here was just a small number.

Randy couldn't believe it, yet he kept his face stoic. He was nervous, yes, but he couldn't reveal this to anyone; he couldn't let anyone know he still harbored the feelings of joy and happiness because he knew it would just be snatched from him the moment he let his guard down.

"Hey." Nomi managed to get Randy out of his stance, motioning to an open door. "Let us go."

Randy nodded, heading toward Nomi and the door. Above said door was a sign that read 'Training Facility'. Randy frowned as he stared at the sign as he passed.

Nomi must have noticed. "This is an abandoned military facility. We found it three years after McFist began his dictatorship. Cleaned it up, and moved in. We began training right away. "

"So.. I'm going to be.. training.."

Nomi nodded. "Everyday, for at least three hours. "

Randy's jaw dropped, but then he grew mad. "Three hours?!"

"At least. "

The purple-haired boy groaned, kicking at the wall and ending up with a pain in his foot. He grabbed his foot, hissing in pain. He then fell on his ass, all the while Nomi watching him.

"... Let's make it five hours, at least. "


They walked into the training facility, which in reality was a big room with soft padding on the floor. There was training tools scattered around the area, which appeared to abandoned at the moment.

"Where is everybody?" Randy really expected people to be here, due to them being the most 'violent'. That, and, yknow, they were criminals.

"I have asked them to leave this room alone because if you slipped up and failed, I did not want them to witness your poor self falling to the floor with as much grace as a newborn."

Nomi held back a laugh as Randy gave him the stink eye, moving more into the room. He was half-listening to Nomi, who began to explain the simple, basic things they would be focusing on today.

"How to block, how to defend yourself, and how to fight back are all good things to learn. Once you have successfully managed to do that, we will move on to learning certain attacks, different types of defenses, and also how you do not just need your arm in order to prevent a fist from hitting you in the face and knocking you out. "

"I'm personally feeling so attacked right now. " Randy huffed, storming off to a bamboo stick. "What's this thing?"

"That would be a bamboo stick. You get to use it later on during sparring matches. " Nomi picked on up. It looked natural in his hand, as if he'd held it everyday and left his very imprint in the wood.

Randy glanced back, then shrugged. "alright. Well, if we're doin this, let's do it. No use wasting time."

He earned a wry smile. "Very much so."

They stood in the center of the mat, Randy facing Nomi and vice versa. Nomi stretched a bit, Randy refusing to look at him from below the waist; scratch that, he wouldn't even look at the waist. He knew he was easily tempted, but since he'd been kidnapped by the people he'd been taught all his life were the bad guys, he decided he had to be cautious; any slip up could possibly mean his head.

"Now, to begin, you need to get in a stance. If you do not have a stance, it is likely that I will easily knock you down, or perhaps simply shoot you down in a heartbeat if you have your stance incorrectly. "

"Uh-" Randy interrupted the teacher, making him looked a bit irked. "If we're in a real fight, i highly doubt I'll have time to think about my stance. Like. At all. They have guns, need I remind you. "

Nomi shook his head. "No, Randy, you do not need to 'remind' me. I am well aware of this fact, but like I have stated before, I am trying to teach you the very basics of fighting, seeings as how you have been in a very sheltered lifestyle from before now, even. If not most of your life, if not all."

Randy felt the urge to feel bad over this fact, but he simply stomped the emotion out of his mind. "So what if I've been living in a sheltered life? School fighting still happened!"

The coal-eyed boy sshook his head. "And how many times has your opponent had a weapon on them?"

"I-" words failed Randy. Indeed, none of his 'opponents' had had weapons at the time of the fight, although there were plenty of threats that they would bring one the 'next time' they got into a scuffle. "None."

"You see, Randy? A very sheltered life will leave you with the mindset that you are impenetrable. Something you have already learned you are not." he guestured to Randy's healing arm, the blood having seeped through his bandage already. "You cannot continue to think this way, or else you will be shot again. Maybe the next time, it will be fatal. "

Randy resisted the urge to shudder, and rolled his shoulders. "Well... I guess we should get started then?"

"Yes, let us begin. You must keep yourself low to the ground. Doing so will leave little for the opponent to attack, and give you an advantage. " Nomi easily fell into a stance that Randy quickly learned was very uncomfortable. It felt as if he was going to be split in two, and on top of that, he felt stupid.

Now he was slightly thankful Nomi had reserved this room for him to train in alone with Nomi.

"Move your foot a bit to the left. Yes, there you go. Now keep your shoulders relaxed. Tense shoulders may lead to torn ligaments should you attempt to hit someone at random. It has happened many times, although there have been a few cases where they were simply left sore. "

Randy listened, remaining silent. He would ask questions, yeah. Who wouldn't when they were apparently being taught super bruce Ninja skills?

Nomi smacked the bamboo pole against Randy's leg, moving it into the desired position Nomi wanted of him. "Do not leave your legs too far apart. This will cause pain later on, and I believe we both may agree that that is very much undesired. "

Randy nodded a bit. "Could just not beat me with a stick? Geez... " he rolled his eyes, only to earn another smack against his lower back.

"You are not the teacher; smugness and resistance will earn you nothing but pain. Keep your back straight. '" he continued on with the lesson, and soon Randy had 'mastered' (not completely messed up) the pose when he fell back into the stance a couple minutes later.

"Now I'm going to ask you to run around the room five times, with these." Nomi guestured to two sandbags on a stick, each easily weighing five pounds. "As you build muscle, we will add more sand. With more sand comes more training. It will signify you moving on."

"Five times?! You're insane. I knew it. " Randy's doom-and-gloom attitude had returned, making Nomi frown. "I can't do five laps. I highly doubt I can do a lap. I'll never get it done!"

"Well you should probably get started, as if you do not, you will earn a measly loaf of bread and gruel for dinner whilst everyone else eats homemade soup with a decent-sized loaf of bread. " Nomi smiled.

Randy stared at Nomi with pure hatred before storming over to the bags of sand. He attempted to lift it with a hand, but failed, ending up with the sandbags falling back to the floor. He grunted, using both hands to pick it up this time. He panted, struggling to get it onto his shoulders.

"You are doing very well. " Nomi encouraged.

Randy's temper flared, and he finally got the sandbags on his shoulders. He was already panting and huffing, so he had no clue how he was ever going to accomplish running five laps with these .. these.. things that now seemed to have embedded themselves into his shoulders.

With great distain, he began to run.


Nomi glanced back up at the clock, noting that it was five past nine. Randy was on his fourth lap, and it looked as if he'd been dunked into a tub of water while still wearing his clothes. He'd slowed down considerably in his jog, seeming more like he was crawling to finish his laps than he was running.

As he finally rounded the corner and finished his final lap, he nearly collapsed. Nomi could see his legs were shaking and his arms barely seemed like they could hold anything from how shakey they were.

"That was great! Alright, now let us clean up, then head to recieve our portions." Nomi nodded, dragging the sandbags out of sight and out of mind.

Randy grumbled in jealousy. It looked so easy for him, dragging and carrying those sandbags. It honestly pissed him off.

When everything was cleaned up, Nomi and Randy headed to the cafeteria, which was dark and silent.

"Where is everyone now?" Randy snarked. Not too long ago this place had been bustling with criminals.

"Half went on patrol. Half went to sleep. Then there is the old lunchlady, who stayed up to give us our portions. "

The old lunch lady was indeed old. She had grey hair that she stuffed into a hairnet, and she looked like someone's grandma. She smiled sweetly at Randy, kindly offering him his meal before offering Nomi his.

Nomi smiled, placing his fingers against his mouth. His hand was flat as he moved his hand to the lunch lady, who smiled. Randy studied this, then hesitantly did the smile. She gave a small, gruff chuckle before bustling out of the kitchen, cleaning it up and shutting it down.

"Did... did we do a.. a salute or something?" Randy questioned as they sat down at a nearby table.

Nomi shook his head. "No. Dear old Deloris is deaf. She cannot hear, but she can make a mean casserole when she gets the ingredients. I told her thank you, which you copied. So in a way, we both thanked her for the food she made us. "

Randy felt his face flush with embarrassment. How had he not known? "So.. did she like.. loose her hearing, or?"

"No, she was born deaf. She lived a very easy life, and I hope she lives an easy life here. She is a favorite among many, although many hardly have the time to talk. Sad, but true. Besides, it is not like you can see her being deaf; she is just deaf. The only way you could know is if you were told. To us, she is just like everyone else, and is a very valued member to our family."'

Randy listened silently, scooping the soup into his mouth. It was mouth-wateringly delicious. Even as he ate, he wanted to eat more. He even used the piece of breat to ladle the remains and eat it. When was the last time he'd eaten? Three days ago? Two?

"Well, ah.. it was really good. The food. So when do we sleep?" Randy picked up his tray and followed Nomi, disposing of it.

"We shall go to bed when we get back to our Cells. "

"Wait, so you all have Cells? It's not a prisoner thing?" he seemed shocked.

Nomi shook his head. "No. I live in Cell 9. You will now live in Cell 2. Everday, we shall meet in front of Cell 4, which is Theresa's Cell. She will check your wound, then we shall go train. Understand?"

Randy frowned, but then sighed. "Fine. "

"Also, if you are not in front of the Cell when told, I will come and dump water on you. "

Nomi chuckled as Randy grew red in anger, holding back the sharp comments he wanted to hurl at this man. How dare he?

In silence, they walked to their Cells. Nomi wished Randy a goodnight before heading to his own Cell. He opened the door easily, walking in and collapsing on the bed.

Today's training had been mentally exhausting. Hopefully, as time wears on, it will become better.

With a smile, Nomi drifted to sleep.


In Cell 2, all Randy could do was stare up the ceiling. With a soft sigh, he closed his eyes and fell back into the black abyss that was sleep.

A/N: Hello. I'm so sorry I've been dead here for a while, but I'm working my job, planning on getting an Archive of our Own account to send these to there, and I've recently launched a new story in FNAF. I'll be releasing another one where it's just requests, but we won't talk about that until it's a thing.

A nightmare will be in the next chapter, and I'm not sure what to do next. Hopefully I'll think of something.

Please reveiw, and if you have any requests for the drabbles, pm me your ideas!

-I'll be updating Randicon Drabbles soon, i swear.

I may or may not have angst-

Okay, BAi!