Incorrect Barden Bellas

60. {ONESHOT: In The Closet}

"Dude keep quiet!"
"I am!"
"No you're not! I swear if we get killed... I'm gonna kill you,"
"Harsh threat, shawshank,"
The two Bellas were struggling to fit in their closet. It was quite the big closet, but Fat Amy's clothes took up a lot of space - albeit she'd stubbornly blame the lack of it on Beca's single pair of Vans.
No, they were not playing hide and seek. Unless there's a dark, twisted version where you chase people with an axe, which is what seemed to be currently happening. That's right, the girls saw a masked intruder in the Bellas house, threateningly wielding an axe. Their first instinct was to lock up.
"Are you calling 911?" Beca whispered, looking over her friend's shoulder while she typed on her iPhone.

"No,"

"Then who?"

"I'm clearing my search history," the blonde shook her head.

"What?!" the brunette whisper-yelled, her eyes widening in shock and anger.

"Yeah, if we get killed I don't want anyone to know what I've been looking through,"

"You- give me your phone!" the DJ reached for the device, but Amy was pushing her back.

"No way, shawshank!" their bickering was soon interrupted when they heard footsteps on the stairs. They both froze as they sensed them getting closer, and closer, until the bedroom door was suddenly opened. At this point the girls were holding their breaths and sweating cold, trying not to make the slightest sound.

The footsteps eventually got farther from them and the door was shut again, allowing them to breathe a sigh of relief.

"We need to call the police," Beca stated, firmer than before.

"Um, about that... my phone just died," Amy smiled awkwardly.

"What...?"

"Yeah we're stuck here,"

"Oh my god!" Beca rubbed her hands on her face, "Okay, it's okay, we just gotta get out of here and get my tablet Easy peasy. I left it charging so it should have enough battery,"

"Uh actually... I knew my phone wasn't gonna last long so I took your tablet off the charger and um, I was gonna replace it with mine,"

"You fucking what now?!"

"I'm sorry! I was gonna borrow your charger and then I went to the toilet and forgot to use it on mine,"

"So you're telling me we have two devices with no battery? Is that correct?"

"Hey, your tone seems very accusatory,"

"It is! Because you might have just trapped us!" Beca felt like yelling but knew she couldn't.

"Hey, let's tone it down a bit, shall we? It's not my fault that mother nature called at the wrong moment. Actually, if you think about it, you could have just bought one of those pocket chargers for emergencies,"

"Oh so it's my fault now?"

"I did not say that. But if we were to necessarily put the blame on someone, out of you and me... well, it ain't me,"

"I'm literally going to kill you!"

"You might wanna queue, the guy out there seems pretty determined!" Beca let out a frustrated groan as she ran her hands through her hair.

"Okay, plan B then. We just gotta go to Chloe's room and grab my phone. It's not that far away, shouldn't be too much work if we're silent,"
"Why is it in Chloe's room?"
"Huh?"
"Your phone, why's it in Chloe's room?"
"Oh, yeah. Um it's... Colder there, you know, being the biggest room in the house,"
"Uh-uh," Fat Amy nodded unconvinced.
"I've heard that cold is better, um, for phone battery,"
"Or else the CPU would overheat, right?"
"Exactly! Yeah, had to put it in the freezer once, ugh. Annoying,"
"Yeah. You know you're a terrible liar,"
"What?"
"I know you're hooking up with the ginger, but you could've just said she borrowed your phone. That whole excuse was stupid. It was really weird, Beca,"
"Wait, how do you know about that?"
"It's not hard to tell, I sort of have this sixth sense you know? You always go gaga for her at rehearsals. Plus I stole your phone a few weeks ago to   update your Twitter profile,"
"I don't have a Twitter profile," Beca frowned.
"Now you do, and you have 986 followers already, you're welcome," Fat Amy replied, "and also to watch Netflix, because you know my phone can't hold the app. It's overloaded with files you are never to see,"
"I don't have Netflix either..."
"I redownload it every time I use it, I leave no traces when I work. Come to think of it, how have you never noticed? Either I'm a ninja or you're kinda dumb,"
"Hey! I don't worry about my phone cause I have a password!"
"And I have a friend in Bangladesh who's a professional hacker. And a hooker. Depends on the occasion,"
"Okay, whatever, we go to Chloe's room, get the phone, lock ourselves in and call the police first thing,"
"What if the killer's in her room?" Beca jolts up when Fat Amy gasps, "What if the killer is Chloe? That would mean you literally slept with the enemy,"
"You slept with your cousin,"
"He's my third cousin! It doesn't count!"
"Yeah yeah. Back to the plan, if the intruder's there we... we need to go downstairs and run out. No stopping, no looking back, we just run to campus and call for help. Clear?"