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Niall could feel his head pooling with blood, making him slightly dizzy. He knew if he stayed upside down for a while, he wouldn't make it out alive. 

"Help me!" He gasped, out of breath from his flailing. 

"What's the matter? You don't like acrobatics?" Harry purred through the mic. 

"No! Now get me out of here!" 

"My apologizes, but i can't help you, maybe the rope can." Although Harry apologized, it was full of nothingness. 

Niall grew frustrated, the rope can help him? Yes, help him die. 

"How is the rope that's trapping me, get me out of the same trap? It makes no sense, you fucking moron!"  Niall spat, trying to take deep breaths. 

"I never said the rope could get you out of the trap, try looking at the bigger picture." Harry seethed, not appreciated the name calling. 

Niall groaned, the bigger picture? The room perhaps? But even then, how could that help him escape. 

All he knew is that he couldn't think straight with his head pounding with blood. With all his might, he curled up and grabbed the rope. 

Now, he had both hands on the rope and pulled himself up to the 'ceiling'. He was almost to the carpeted 'ceiling' when he bumped his head on a coffee table. 

For more stability he clung onto the coffee table.

Harry grabbed a doll with clown face paint on and propped him by the computer he was watching Niall off of. Harry leaned closer to his monitor, studying Niall's every move. 

They watched as Niall slowly began to realize there was a door, a couple yards away from him. They watched as Niall crawled across the 'ceiling', hopping from different pieces of furniture. They watched as Niall grabbed the door handle and swung open the door, cursing them. 

But, none of these actions surprised them, as they had been watching Niall since the second he arrived. They've been toying with him to test his strength and challenging him to test his endurance.

The same time Niall was investigating the park, the park was investigating him. Everything Harry did to Niall had a motive.

"Fucking finally." Niall sighed, grabbing a knife from the hallway that was behind the door he just entered and sawing off the rope. 

He was now in a dark hallway, covered in old wrappers and flyers. The darkness covered him, beckoning him to sleep. He slumped against the wall, letting out a big yawn and letting his eyes droop. The adrenaline rush was gone, and he was hit with the fact that he hadn't slept in almost two days. 

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He woke to his grumbling stomach and panicked once he opened his eyes. It took him a second to realise that he wasn't home, and he sank back into the wall. 

Blindly ruffling through his bag, he found a couple snacks he had packed for himself along with the recorder that he kept all his information on. 

After eating the snacks and mentally preparing himself, he got up and pushed the door open. 

Niall didn't quite know what he was expecting, but a tunnel full of spinning swirls wasn't one of his ideas. 

The fact that he had just woken up, and that his eyes were still blurry was making the situation a whole lot worse. 

"Well there you are, i was beginning to think you had died off. Its very unprofessional of a performer to keep his audience waiting." Harry spoke, scaring Niall a little with the loud noise. 

"I dont care." Niall mumbled, rubbing his eyes and stumbling across the spinning floor. 

"Feeling dizzy yet? Can't tell which was is up?" Harry chuckled, enjoying the confusion on Niall's face. 

When Niall rubbed the sleepiness from his eyes, he was able to see that he was stuck in yet another maze. 

On some of the spinning circles, there were a door handles to open and enter into another tunnel. 

Since Niall had no strategy, he went through the first door to his left and would make his way around. 

Crawling on his hands and knees, he went through the first spinning tunnel. 

He lost his grip a few times adjusting to the spinning cylinder and used his elbows to help army crawl through. 

"Round and round and round and round!" Harry laughed, watching Niall struggle.

Once he reached the end of the first tunnel, he was in yet another hallway with more swirls on the walls. 

This time, though, there were swirls on the ceiling and floor. 

Niall decided to repeat the same process as the last room, and he began with the second spinning swirl. 

He waited a couple seconds, feeling around the circle before realizing that one didn't have a handle.

"Ah, i'm afraid you won't be leaving that way." Harry spoke, irritating Niall. 

"Yea, i know that already." Niall rolled his eyes, moving to the next circle. 

"All previous trespassers have been very grateful for my insight, must you know." Harry boasted, finding Niall's attitude both insulting and intriguing. 

"Yea, well, im not like any of the visitors you've had here, then." Niall bluntly stated, entering a new tunnel. 

"That is correct, it seems you're a bit more hardier. But i'm afraid not much smarter or civil." Harry smirked through the mic, leaning away from the monitor and glancing at the doll beside him for approval. 

Niall let out a sharp breath, ignoring Harry's insult. Usually, he wasn't a very easily-annoyed person, but something about Harry made him seethe. 

With his mind focused on murdering Harry in his mind, his body became disconnected, and he lost his balance.

His body tumbled, rolling with the tunnels before he eventually fell through a slit. 

The slit was for easy reaching in maintenance and would've been sealed shut, but 30 years took its toll and it broke with the weight of Niall.

He was left falling a couple feet until landing in a pool of muddy, freezing rain water. In a state of panic, he ingested some of the liquid as he gasped for breath. 

The water felt like venom to his sterile eyes, making them pool with tears. He trashed around, fighting to stabilize himself. 

With all the might he had, he was able to orient himself and stand up in the waist deep water. 

He furiously rubbed at his muddied eyes and tried his best to carefully feel around for his bag. 

Sure enough, it was there, halfway soaked. With shaking, adrenaline filled hands, he frantically grabbed his recorder and camera and wrapped them in the dry area of the bag. 

The cold water clung to his clothes, covering him in a sheet of ice. 

Luckily, there was a door labeled "Senior Cast Members" above a flight of stairs for him to take refuge.

The sloshing of water, chattering of teeth and hoarse coughs could be heard as Niall made his way to the door. 

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oof i just keep putting Niall in awful situations, don't i? 

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