Washio muffled a groan as he sat up. His neck was cricked and achy. Did my pillow come off my futon? He wondered, looking around, only to notice he wasn't in the room he last remembered being in.
"Konoha? Komi? Akkashi? Bokuto?" He called out. No response. He sat in silence and darkness, observing the little things he could see. He was in a cold room with a stone floor.
"I'm not those people- But I am Yamamoto…" A tough, raspy voice sounded to Washio's left. "Do you know where we are?" Washio shrugged, despite Yamamoto not being able to see him.
"Nope." Yamamoto sighed. Washio heard some rustling before a calloused hand ran over his face.
"Found you." The Nekoma wing spiker said, sitting in front of Washio. "NOW LET'S GET OUT OF HERE!" Yamomoto yelled, causing Washio to cover his ears. The next scream was the ace of Yamamoto once more, but not out of courage. Washio noticed a hand on Yamamoto's shoulder.
"Shut up!" The hand then slapped the teen boy, sitting down promptly. "Hi. It's me, Ennoshita." Washio dipped his head silently in greeting. Yamamoto looked away, embarrassed.
"So, what now?" Washio asked, eyes scanning the two teens curiously.
"I'm not quite sure," Ennoshita replied carefully. "Maybe there's a door somewhere?"
"Let's find it then!" Yamamoto yelled, quieter than before as Ennoshita glared at him.
"But we can barely see anything, dumbass." Karasuno's wing spiker retorted, probably rolling his eyes.
"Ennoshita's right," Washio stated. "But I think we should stay together no matter what. We don't know what danger might be laying around here." There were small nods and grunts of approval throughout the three teens. They got to their feet, arms outstretched to try and find a wall, following Ennoshita's lead. Suddenly, there was a rustle followed by a whoosh.
"What was that?!" Yamamoto yelped, looking around frantically.
"Hmm… I'm not sure," Ennoshita said, also looking around, although not as rapid. "We should just stay on our guard."
"Mhm." Washio grunted, making sure to keep his eyes peeled to make sure nothing was posing a threat, although he didn't know how much help that would be, considering the best vision he could get through the dark room was a little bit of dark-adjustment.
"I found something!" Ennoshita suddenly called excitedly.
"What is it?" Washio asked.
"I'm not sure… It seems to be a tarp of some sort."
"I've got it!" Yamamoto said, pumping his fist. "We're in a volleyball warehouse!" Washio cocked an eyebrow.
"How do you know it's a volleyball warehouse specifically?" Yamamoto shrugged.
"Just a hunch." Suddenly, Washio stiffened. This scent- It's sweet… A sedative?!
"Cover your mouth and nose! Now!" Washio commanded, holding his t-shirt over his face. Ennoshita and Yamamoto followed his instruction, holding their shirts over their faces.
"Hey guys? I think I'm gonna take a nap…" Yamamoto yawned, leaning down to lay on the floor.
"Same…" Ennoshita agreed, doing the same.
"Don't!" Washio snapped. "It's a sedative!"
"Seda… wha?" Yamamoto asked drearily.
Is this how we die…? Washio asked himself, beginning to feel the same weariness as Ennoshita and Yamamoto. Then suddenly, Washio blacked out, the darkness fading into more darkness as the sedative rolled over him and caused him to collapse.
