Authors Notes: These chapters are going to be short just like each episode (11 minutes long) However they will also be intense. So their will be some triggers. So pay attention for that. Each chapter will have its own trigger warnings. I don't sugar coat things so don't ever think I will.

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The Cold Wind Whispers

Chapter 1

Stuck

Twilight cast a orange hue across the city cascading the windows into a burning glow. The city was quiet still, it would be this way for at least another hour as Tippy ran the shaver over his face. Missing his soul patch on purpose. He liked it that way. His hands ran along his jaw line as he nodded his approval. Perfect shave.

Breakfast was normal as usual. Two eggs, two pieces of toast, and two pieces of bacon. They were always perfectly done.

He pulled on his uniform and ran the lint roller over it once again and looked in the mirror.

"You look exquisite." He told himself. As soon as he walked into the hallway there was chaos. Oh yes...he had forgotten. Today was the start of the holiday shopping. He hated that part. So many people pushing, and shoving. Sometimes he had to rush just to open doors. People were in such a hurry.

He looked around at the man that stomped down the hallway. He knew that man to be pretty uptight, argumentative, and mean.

"Good morning Mr. Standley." The guy just stood there waiting for the elevator to open. Tippy wished he could open the elevator doors. Everyone knew automatic doors were his nemesis. He watched the man cross his arms, and start tapping his foot. He watched as the man's face turned at least eight shades of red before the doors finally opened and they stepped inside.

"Ground floor." Mr. Standley grumbled out. Tippy obliged him and tapped the ground floor button. The doors closed on their own. Tippy eyed it and wanted to at least tell himself that it was his doing. Just to spite the door.

Midway down the elevator stopped and a red light turned on. Tippy had never been stuck in an elevator before. He sighed and pushed the 'EM' button and a voice came over the com. "Elevator...stuck? Really? Who's in there?" Tippy knew that voice. It was the girl at the front desk.

"Its Tippy. I am already late. Please Ms. Hale, can you get us unstuck?" His suave voice filled the speaker. The front desk woman adjusted her glasses and picked up the phone tapping a few keys. "Uh yeah...elevators stuck." She told the maintenance man. "What do you mean your day off?" She barked out. "Fine...find Harl…" She stood up. Her high heels clicked the lobby floor as she ran outside.

"Ms. Hale…" Tippy looked over his shoulder at Mr. Standley whose face found a brand new shade of red.

The receptionist looked around outside and spotted Harl with a hot dog in his hand. Ms. Hale ran up to him. "Harl...you gotta help. Our elevators stuck and Tippy's in there." Harl's face broke into a half smile as the other half was full of hot dog.

"Yeth ma'me." He affirmed following her toward the hotel.

It happened slowly at first. A soft rumble in the distance. A jump from the ground. Harls seat was tossing a bit, but then the sound really rumbled. Like a semi truck driving a foot from your ear.

Harl had been sitting down so it wasn't too bad, but the stuff he had on the back of his cart was tossed to the side haphazardly falling all over the street. Ms. Hale leaned onto his bike to keep herself steady.

Just when Harl figured the earthquake was done the ground gave an almighty jolt and threw him and Ms. Hale to the ground.

Molding on the side of buildings fell to the streets below, the roofing, and even some windows broke. Loud cries, and screaming could be heard as Harl held onto Ms. Hale protectively.

Finally after what seemed like forever they looked up at their surroundings. There were things everywhere from Harls cart. That could be fixed and Harl was fine with it. But then he looked at the building they were just about to go into. Smoke came from the roof.

Harl slowly stood up, his heart beating a mile a minute. He didn't have a moment to lose. His job was forgotten, his friend was in there and he needed help. Even he knew being in an elevator in an emergency wasn't the safest place to be.

Harl reached over the receptionist desk and pushed down the call key.

"Tippy! Tippy! Its Harl. Can you hear me!" The silence was deafening.