They stand outside of Room 908.
Emillio looked at Pedro. "Are you ready?"
He saw that Pedro was shaking and had a nervous look on his face.
"You look tense," Emillio told him. "You sure you want to go in or do you want to take a break?"
"What...Oh, yeah. Yeah, let's go."
Emillio opened the door and they entered the dark classroom. When the door shut, a projector turned on and shined it's projection of Billy the Puppet onto the whiteboard.
Welcome to Room 913. Above you is obviously a ceiling, but don't be fooled because one of the keys to your freedom is behind it. You must hit every tile until you find the key, but sitting on some tiles are jars of nails and syringes. Think of this as a game of "Minesweeper". Every door is locked now and you're trapped until you find the key. Let the game begin.
Pedro lifts up a desk.
"That's not a smart idea," Emillio told him.
Pedro looked at him. "Who said I was smart?"
He breaks part of the ceiling by throwing the desk at it. The desk breaks and falls along with the debris to the ground.
"Be careful," Emillio warned him. "There's needles and shit up there!"
"I want to get the fuck out of here!"
Emillio picks up the top part of the desk that was broken by Pedro earlier. He throws it at the ceiling and breaks part of it, but a jar drops to the ground and scatters syringes and nails everywhere. Pedro takes some broken parts of the desk and throws it simutaneously. Several jars come crashing to the floor and one misses Emillio by a foot.
"Watch it, dumbass!"
After all the debris falls, they see a key hanging by a string.
Pedro looked at it. "It's the key!"
He stands on top of another desk and tries to reach for the key, but it's still too far. He jumps and grabs the key.
"Alright," Emillio exclaimed.
Pedro lands on the ground and shows it to him.
Emillio takes the key from him. "Two keys down, one to go."
The door is unlocked and they leave the room. Suddenly, as they close the door, a hooded person fires a gun, but misses.
"What the fuck," Pedro exclaimed.
The person fires their gun once again, but the bullet hits Emillio and kills him.
Pedro looks at his body. "Emillio!"
The person approaches Pedro. He takes steps back as the person walks towards him with their gun ready to fire.
"Who the fuck are you," Pedro asked.
"Get on the ground!"
"What?"
The person pointed to the ground with their gun.
"Stupid fucker! Get on the ground!"
Pedro crouched down.
The person walked behind him.
"Who the fuck are you," Pedro asked.
"Shut the fuck up!"
The person pistol-whips Pedro in the back of the head causing him to pass out.
"Good night."