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Hiro's nerves were shot way up as he and Baymax silently took the least inhabited route out of the university, which consisted of passing the library, walking down the sectioned off emergency stairs, and going by several classrooms. Wincing at every little sound, he cautiously turned the corner, Baymax following along closely. His heart beat loudly, as if trying valiantly to escape from his chest in his excitement and anxiousness.

Clink, went the metal in the Baymax's bag. Clink clink clink… clunk! Hiro whipped around, attempting not to frown or scold the robot.

"Will you please be more careful?" he whispered urgently. "We need to get out of this place without any suspicion." If the robot had any eyebrows, he would be raising them at that moment in both surprise and amusement.

"I'm trying," he responded. "I will try more, if that is even possible."

"That would be simply wonderful." They continued on.

The library was quiet, with the lights off and nobody inside. Hiro peeked through the glass doors. The ceiling high mahogany shelves held all sorts of books that he had yet to discover during his time at the university. Hiro fondly remembered last winter, when his friends and Baymax had spent nearly all of their evenings there, chatting, pretending to be studying for classes, and trying not to get kicked out. Most days, they didn't make it past 9 o'clock.

Glancing in the room, it seemed so peaceful, so tranquil, while about 160 miles away, his brother was suffering, most likely. With a reminiscent sigh, Hiro walked away… yet he had a chilling feeling that he wouldn't be seeing it again for a while.

They reached the end of the corridor, and Hiro pushed open the heavy doors, trying not to grunt from the effort. Several flights of tile stairs stood in front of them, circling down to the floors below them. Looking downward cautiously, Baymax gently brought his big, fat foot down, then the other. He did it again, in the same calm manner. Hiro, who had already made it down the next floor, peeked over the edge of the banister rail, an annoyed and slightly impatient look on his face.

"Hurry up," he demanded, backtracking quickly.

"I am not fast."

"Wow, what a surprise. But seriously, we need to go; people are going to be waking up soon and I don't need any more obstacles to get through!"

"Who would wake up at 4:19 in the morning?" Baymax questioned politely, almost challenging the teen.

"College kids, obviously!"

"Okay, okay, you don't have to be such a sassy college kid."

"That's classic, coming from you, Mr. Sassypants Smartmouth!" A thud echoed throughout the acoustic stairwell loudly. They froze, Hiro slowly bringing out Nightblade in his slightly trembling hand. Another sound erupted, followed by a distinctly irritated grunt. It seemed to be coming from above their heads. He muttered "Sword" under his breath, the blade coming out with a 'shing.' Getting ready to utter the other word, he looked up, looking sharply for anything suspicious. There was one thing that caught his attention : an air vent.

"Who's there?" he asked, fingering his sword. "Hello?" The vents shuddered. Hiro got a cold shiver in his spine. He looked behind him, only to find Baymax gone and a slim, masked figure slightly taller than him slowly approaching. That was the last thing he saw before he blacked out.

"Oh, shoot!" another masked one panicked, watching Hiro crumble to the floor. The figure held an empty patch, now used - it had done its purpose by causing the teen boy to fall unconscious. "Do you think that was a little too strong? We need him alive, after all."

"Doesn't matter, we just have to get him out of here before people start arriving. Jeez," the other said with a hoof, trying to drag him off the stairs alone. "Hiro is heavier than a baby elephant! Ate too much Gummy bears or something. Help me already before I break my back."

"You guys ok?" the other one said, ignoring the demand. "Still breathing?"

"Barely! The air is super thick, smells like dirty socks, and it's hard to breathe, let alone think!"

"Great…"

It was hot. It was dark. And he felt like ants were crawling all over his skin. From that moment, Hiro could tell a blindfold was on his eyes, he was tied to a chair by his hands and ankles with rope, and he was underground, since the air was moist and smelled like dirt. Not exactly welcoming.

"So," said a warbled voice, "the 'hero' finally awakens." He wondered if the strange voice actually meant it to be a pun on purpose. Whatever the case, it was equally weird and slightly creepy.

"What do you want?" he asked in a panicked voice, wondering where he was. He tried calming down, to use the big brain of his to find a way out.

"I want," Hiro could feel the figure leaning into his face a little, breathing lightly, "to know why you were sneaking out of the University at such an early time."

"Um… I was planning to meet a teacher on a project?" He almost cringed at that. Couldn't he had thought of a better alibi? The other one chuckled unnervingly, stepping back.

"Likely excuse," he/she/it scoffed. "Especially since you don't even have a schedule that would enable you to visit those classrooms."

"How do you know my schedule?" he asked, trying to sound like it was the most surprising thing in the world for the person to know it - but honestly, this person could have entered in the school files and find his. (Well, the university did have some serious firewalls and codes, but a pro hacker would be able to break in no time. Hiro didn't know if this figure had pro hacking skills, but he wasn't taking any chances in letting down his guard.)

Meanwhile, he was slowly moving his hands, trying to maneuver the rope so that it would loosen slightly, enabling him to try and be free - a futile attempt, as this person clearly had experience with his/her knots and the whole kidnapping-others-and-putting-them-in-the-stereotypical-interrogation-situation. The person leaned in again. Hiro resisted looking terrified; it would most likely not help his case and make him look more vulnerable.

"The same reason why I know that you slept with a teddy bear at night until you were 12 years old. And that you hate cauliflower due to having violent sickness after digesting it. And… the reason why I know you have a serious addiction to Gummy bears. But I suppose any person with common sense would know that one." Surprisingly, Hiro felt another pair of hands untying his blindfold - he wasn't aware there were other people in the room due to his slight panicking and wondering if he was going to die. After some awkward, silent moments in which the hands nervously fumbled with the knot, the fabric fell off his eyes, sliding down his face, enabling him to see.

If Hiro had been paying more attention, he would have seen Baymax sitting down, leaning against the gray cement wall, attempting to befriend a small brown mouse (something that, normally, would make him just sigh in exasperation). If he was more preoccupied with his surroundings, he would have spotted his stuff on the ground. If Hiro had not been distracted by the figure, he would have seen the burnt scorch marks on the walls that stretched into a 30x30 foot room, the random tools and metal scraps littering the floor… and strangely enough, a bright red high heel shoe stuck in the ceiling, perhaps 14 feet above them, while some violently bright lights hung lazily, similar to the ones at the Lab.

However, the genius didn't really focus on those details, as he was too mesmerized with the person standing in front of him.

The figure wore a large, rounded kabuki mask and a large, black robe, and for some terrifying moments, Hiro thought it was Professor Callaghan, before realizing the person was way too short to be Tadashi's old mentor, standing at about 5'4. Tossing away a large air horn looking thing, where it fell to the cement floor with a clatter, a strangely petite hand wearing bare-knuckle gloves slowly reached toward the mask, pulling it off and the robe over the head.

A thin, slender body appeared, wearing a gray, almost black leather jacket over a white tee, along with gym shorts over some ripped, sleek black leggings. Scruffy, onyx hair streaked with purple cascaded out, revealing a pretty, fair skinned face, with chocolate brown eyes. The familiar, strong scent of watermelon bubblegum wafted through the air.

"So, Hiro Hamada," said Go Go Tomago gamely, a glint in her eyes, "what's up, and what in the world do you have to say for yourself?"

I shall be posting Chapter Nine next Friday. R&R!

-DragonFire0102