Chapter five

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CHAPTER FIVE: the flayed

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CHAPTER FIVE: the flayed

☜♡☞𝙵𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐☜♡☞

EVERYONE WAS YELLING AND SCREAMING IN TERROR. Usually, Salem would laugh, especially at Dustin's scream, but he was also terrified. "If we hit bottom, we'll be flat pancakes!" he yelled, panicked.

"We're going down! We're going down!" Steve yelled.

"Yeah, no shit, Harrington!" Robin yelled.

"Why don't these buttons work?!" Dustin screeched.

"Press the button!" Erica yelled at him.

"What do you think I'm doing?!"

"Come on, press something! Just press the button!" Steve yelled while he kept a grip on Salem.

They all flew forward, falling to the floor. Salem immediately lifted the box off of Steve.

"Is everyone okay?" Robin questioned.

"Yeah, I'm great, now that I know that Russians can't design elevators!" Steve yelled as he got up, pushing Dustin out of the way to push the buttons again.

"I think we've clearly established
that those buttons don't work." Robin speaks up.

"They're buttons. They have to do something." Steve practically yells.

"Yeah, if we had a keycard." Robin says.

Steve pauses. "A what?"

"It's an electronic lock," Salem informed, pulling Steve back.  "Same as the loading dock door.
If we don't have a key card-"

it won't operate, meaning..." Robin speaks.

"We're stuck in here." Dustin announced.

"Just so you nerds are aware, I'm supposed to be spending the night at Tina's, and Tina always covers for me. But if I'm not home for Uncle Jack's party tomorrow and my mom finds out
you four are responsible, she's gonna hunt you down, one by one, and slit your throat." Erica yells at the older ones.

"I don't care about Tina!" Steve tells back. "Or Uncle Jack's party! Your mom's not gonna be able to find us if we're dead in a Russian elevator!"

"Hey. What if we climbed out?" Dustin pointed up to the shaft.

The three biys climbed up first, looking up.

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