Little (T.S.T) + (T.D.C)

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She decided to go and see Aris and tell him what they did to her earlier. They hadn't talked much about this place as they could be overheard in the cafeteria, so now would be a nice time. She knew where the boy's part of the building was, so she made her way to it. She was pretty sure he was in Room 76.

Every now and then, there would be a small opening at the bottom of the vent, so she could see where she was. She was pretty sure she was going the right way. It took her about an hour, but she finally reached the boy's part of the building.

Alright...76...or was it 79? No...76...no..79...no, definitely 76. Definitely not 79. Yeah. Let's go with that.

She looked through the small holes in the vent as she crawled along. She finally found Room 76. There was just one problem... how would she get down?

Wow, Darcy. Nice one. You're real smart, you know that?

"Alright," she whispered to herself. "All I need to do is go forward a bit, try to find one of those big openings, and then I can--"

She was cut off as she heard footsteps below. The doctor who had pinned down her arms earlier was walking by. She held her breath and stayed very still. Luckily, the woman just walked by.

She decided to keep crawling forward. There was no point in turning back now. And about twenty minutes later, she found an opening. She pulled it off and luckily this one was much easier than the one in her room. She crawled through... It was pitch black and she didn't know where she was, but she could tell she was still in the vent.

There was a bit of light visible up ahead. But it was also...down below?

Before she realised what was happening, Darcy slipped. She felt like she was going down a slide and, as fun as it was, it was loud. She covered her mouth so she wouldn't scream, and lifted up her feet so her shoes wouldn't contribute to the noise. As soon as she stopped sliding, she lay there for a few minutes, listening hard for any footsteps. Thankfully, no one came.

She continued on on her little adVENTure. She found where the light was coming from and found that it was another opening.

You think I'd learn to not open these randomly. Oh well.

She peered through the opening. There was a dim light and she seemed to be looking under something. She could hear quiet voices.

"--don't think like that, Jake".

A person, who she assumed was Jake, sighed and seemed to sit down on a bed.

What the- Oh! These are the boys rooms. Yay! I made It! Go me!

She kept going straight, finding more openings with a dim light. Some, she heard voices in, some she didn't. She decided to go to the 76th one and try it.

She counted to the 76th one (after an embarrassingly long time) and peered through the opening.

"Aris!" She whisper-shouted. She waited, but no response. "Aris!" She tried again. But another silence was all that followed.

She went to the next opening and tried again. "Aris!" Silence. "Aris!"

"Did you hear that?"

She froze.

"Hear what?"

"Someone just whispered something."

"I didn't hear anything."

She crawled away as quickly and as quietly as she could. She tried two more doors with no responses. Then she tried another.

"Aris!" No reply. "Aris!" She heard someone move inside the room.

"Who said that?" Came a voice from inside.

It was Aris.

"Aris! It's Darcy!"

"What the hell?! Where are you?"

"Look under your bed."

"You're under my bed?"

"Just look, you idiot!"

He crouched down and looked under the bed. He saw Darcy through the vent opening and crawled under the bed over to her.

"What the hell?"

*A/N: Yo. Okay, so yeah...this chapter is a bit of a mess but oh well. Btw when these italics are there, it's Darcy talking in her head. Just in case anyone didn't know. Anyway, hopefully you enjoyed❤

Update: rip to all the comments that are gonna get moved bc i'm currently trying to go through and edit this fic to save people from having to gauge out their eyes at the awful writing <3 it's still not much better but i hope you take comfort in the knowledge it used to be worse :D

also apologies in advance for all the cringy author's notes, i was 13 and didn't know how to talk apparently*