Chapter 8 (Tatum's POV)

"Honestly, I don't really feel anything. Do you?" Steve asks me and Robin. 

"I mean, I feel fine." Robin replies.

"I feel normal." I say agreeing with Robin.

Steve chuckles, "I kinda feel good. I kinda like it." 

We all laugh.

"Wanna know a secret?" Robin asks.

"What?" 

"I like it too!" The 3 of us laugh again.

"Morons, they messed up the drug!" Robin giggles.

"They messed it up!"

"Morons!" I shout.

"Hey morons! Moron!!"  Steve yells.

"Morons!" We all repeat.

We laugh again, "There is definitely for sure something wrong with us." Robin says.

"Something is wrong." Steve mumbles, chuckling. The door starts to open again, and the Russian General and the doctor came back into the room. Jeeze, what did these bastards want now..?

Dr. Zharkov started pulling out sharp tools from a bag.

"Would now be a bad time to tell you I don't like doctors?" Robin laughs.

"Let's try this again, yes?" The General says, He walks over Steve and keeps his arms behind his back with a fierce look.

Steve nods while licking the inside of his cheek, "Scoops. Scoops Ahoy."

Robin and I laugh. 

"How did you find us?" The General asks once again as he paces around the room. 

"Totally by accident." Steve chuckles.

The general says something in Russian, and the doctor grabs a tool and walks over to me.

"What is that shiny little toy?" Steve grins.

It looked like a pair of pliers.

The Doctor reached for Steve's finger.

"Hey!! Wait no!" I shouted. 

"Don't!" Robin yelled.

"Dont hurt him!" 

"There was a code! There was a code!"  I blurted out. 

The Doctor pulled away before doing anything to Steve.

"What code?" The General asked.

"The week is long. The silver cat feeds when blue meets yellow in the west. Blah, blah, blah. You broadcast that stupid spy shit all over town, and we picked it up on out Cerebro and cracked it in a day! A day! You think your so smart, but a couple of kids who scoop ice cream for a living cracked your code in a day. And now people know your here." I explain, followed by a smug smile.

"Who knows we are here little bitch?" The General shouts.

"Don't call her a bit-" Steve begins to say but the General cuts him off.

"Who knows we are here?" The General squawks again.

"Well, Dustin knows.." Steve smirks.

"Steveee." I say. 

"Yeah, Dustin Henderson knows."

"Dustun Henderson!" Robin shouts.

"Is this your small, curly haired friend?" The General puts his hands behind his back and beings to pace agin.

"Oh, curly haired. Great hair. Small. Kind of like a fro, yeah." Steve chuckles with a droopy smile.

"Where is he?" 

"He is long gone, you big asshole. And he's probably calling Hopper, and Hopper is calling the US calvary. They are gonna come in here commando style, guns a-blazin' and kick your sorry asses back to Russia. You're gonna be 2 prices of toast." Steve snickers followed by another fit of laughter between the 3 of us

"Is that so?" The General asks.

"Well, yeah." Steve shrugs.

We all laugh, and then an alarm starts blaring throughout the entire facility.

The General looks at Steve in shock that he just predicted that, but Steve just shrugs once again. The General and the gaurd ran out of the room in a hurry to see what the commotion was, but the Doctor stayed in the room.Just then, Dustin and Erica burst in the room while screaming and use this weird electric tool and burn a hole right through Dr. Zharkov. 

"Hey! Henderson! We were just talking about you!" Steve shouts.

"Get ready to run!" Dustin says, cutting the binds that tied us all together.

Dustin cut all the ropes, and we hopped into one of the red carts or small trucks that the Russians were driving when we were still at the elevator. 

"Woah! Slow down!" I yell at Dustin who was driving the little rest cart while Robin, Steve, and I sat in the back. 

"Yeah, what is this? Like the Indy 500?" Robin slurrs.

"It's the Indy 300."  Steve yells.

"No dingus it's 500!" Robin says.

"It's 300!" Steve yells, holding up 3 fingers in Robin's face. 

"Let's say a million." I shout.

We all bust out laughing.

"What is wrong with them?" Erica asks.

"I don't know!" Dustin shouts trying to focus on the path ahead of him.

"Dustin, watch out!" Erica yells.

Dustin crashes into a bunch of metal barrels which makes the 3 of us in the back sling foward. I sit up while Steve groans and Robin rubs her head.  Steve grabs me by the waist pulling me to his chest to inspect me and enure I was ok.

Dustin and Erica get our of the cart and open the back. 

"Get out!" Erica commands. We all listen struggling to get up and heading into the elevator.

I notices there is a big red flatbed cart in the elevator that wasn't there before. Steve steps up onto the cart trying to stabilize himself. Robin and I grab the handles of the cart and push me around.

"You look like you're surfing!" I shout at Steve.

"Woah!" Steve shouts, trying to balance himself.

"They seem drunk." Erica says.

"Why would they be drunk?" Dustin asks.

"I'm a natural check it out!" Steve yells.

Robin harshly pulls the cart back, launching Steve forward into the big piles of boxes.

"Wipe out!" Robin screams point and Steve on the floor.

We all laugh, but Dustin puts his hand on my forehead, "He's burning up."

"You're burning up!" Steve talks back to Dustin.

"Steve, stop." Dustin opens his eye with his hands, and Steve tries to pry Dustin off of him.

"His pupils are super dilated." Dustin says.

"Maybe he is drugged?" Erica suggests.

"Boop!" Steve pokes Dustin's nose with his pointer finger. 

"Steve, are you drugged?" Dustin says, patting his face.

"How many times, dad? I don't do drugs. It's only marijuaa." Steve says, touching his nose again.

"This isn't funny! I need to know what they did to you. Are you gonna die on us?" Dustin says.

"Boop!" Steve pokes Dustin's nose the 3rd time.

"We all die, my strange little child friend. It's just a matter of how and when." Robin says, messing with her hair.

"They will be looking for us up there, so I need you to tell me where you parked your car." Dustin says.

My eyes lit up, "Can we make a pit stop at the food court?" 

"I would kill for a hotdog a stick." Robin says.

"Oohh!" Steve exclaims to the thought of some food.

"Yeah, food. We'll get it, yes. You can have as much food as you want but only if you tell me where your car is parked." Dustin shouts.

"Uh-oh." I say.

"What?" Erica says.

"The car is off the board. They took the keys, the Russians!" Steve digs through his pockets. 

"They took the keys, like forever ago. That's a bummer, right?" I laugh.

The elevator door opened and I pulled Steve off the floor and pecked his lips. Dustin open the door with a keycard and Tatum started to stick her tongue out.

"Oh my shit! Can ypu taste the air? Steve, Robin? Taste the air!" I yell.

"I taste it!" Robin shouts.

We all laugh.

"Stop!" Russian guards were at a white gate and began to chase after us just like Dustin had said. It's weird how he is smart like that.

"Shit! Cmon!" Dustin grabs mine and Steve's hands and pulls us toward a white door.

"Why are we running?" I ask stupidly.

"Shut up and get in!" Erica says,  shoving Steve and I into the door followed by Erica shoving Robin in and then closing it shut.

We began to pick up speed since the Russians weren't too far behind us.

"Where are we going?" Erica says.

"Just trust me!" Dustin yells.

"I don't know if we should.." I giggle.

Dustin pulled us into a movie theater, and Steve grabbed a old half-eaten bag of popcorn out of the trash. The movie Back To The Future was on.

"You 3 sit." Dustin orders.

"No! These seats are too close!" Robin complains. 

"Dude, these seats blow!" Steve whines. 

"Then don't watch the movie." Dustin whispers.

"But we wanna watch it!" Robin says.

"Then watch it!" Erica shouts. 

The people who were sitting behind me started to take notice and shush us.

"Whatever you do, don't go anywhere." Dustin says.

"Fine dad." Steve grumbles, shoveling stale popcorn into his mouth.

Robin started laughing and grabbing a few pieces of popcorn.

Erica and Dustin crouched down and walked over to the other side of the aisle where some open seats were. 

"What is happening?" Robin asks.

"I have no idea." I say.

I layed my head on Steve's shoulder, and he put an arm of me while I shovled down some popcorn. We watched the movie for about half an hour until..

"I'm thirsty!" Steve complained. I grabbed his hand and ran out of the theater, and Robin followed after us.  I stopped at a water fountain, and Steve start chugging some water. 

"That's amazing." He says with a mouth full of water.

"So I wasn't totally focused in there, but I'm pretty sure that mom was trying to bang her son." Robin says.

"Wait, the hot chick was Alex P. Keatons mom?" I ask.

"I'm pretty sure it was his mom." Robin says. 

"But they are the same age." Steve says taking a breath then going back into the fountain.

"No, he went back in time!" Robin says.

"Then why is it called back to the future?" I say, poking Steve. 

"He has to go back to the future because he is in the past, which means the future is actually the present, which is his time." Robin explains.

"What?" I say confused.

Robin pushes Steve away from the fountain, "Its my turn! You have had enough!" 

Robin drinks the water, and Steve grabs my hand and begins to spin me around the empty mall. I laugh, staring up at the ceiling.

"Wow." I say, looking up. I point up and Steve starts looking up too.

"Hey Robin! You gotta check this out.." Steve says, his voice echoes and lingers as the ceiling spins and twinkles.

"This ceiling is beautiful." Robin said staring up in disbelief. 

The longer I stared up, the more queezy I got. 

I grunted, holding back puke. As the ceiling span faster, I ran for the nearest bathroom, and everyone followed. We all began puking.

A/N: Here's the new chapter! Again I'm sorry it took so long... 1854 words. I have been feeling kinda unmotivated recently and I'm trying to get back into the rhythm. 

*NEXT CHAPTER IS THROUGH ROBINS POV*