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(Balloon Master)
I woke up, looking around the cold dark room I was in. The first thing I notices was Miley, her tiny figure sprawled across my lap. "Hey," I whisper, prodding her in the side, "are you alive?" Miley sat up, rubbing her head and whimpering. "You okay?," I asked, more than a bit concerned. She nodded slowly, whimpering more. "George," she whispered, "my head hurts."

I pull her close to me and hug her tightly, saying, "I know, Miley. Mine hurts too." She pulled away, looking around. "Where are we?," she whispered, looking scared. I shrugged, slowly standing up with Miley clinging to me. "I'm about to find out." I pry her off of me, seeing a door on the wall in front of me. I was pretty sure it wasn't there before.

Miley saw it too, walking up to it and knocking on it. "Hello?," she called, face against the door, "Could whoever's out there let us out?" After about ten seconds of no answer from the other side, I casually walked up and turned the handle, pulling the door open.

I grabbed Miley's hand, slowly walking out. A few steps out of the room, something cold and metallic pressed against my temple. I freeze, not sure what it was until I got the guts to look, seeing a pistol in my face. Miley moved away from me, and I look to see someone holding a gun up to Miley's head, holding her hands behind her back. "Hey!," I shout, lunging at the person for the one who'd been holding the gun to my head held me in place.

"Stay quiet, start walking, and maybe you'll still be alive," said the one holding me, his vlice sounding deep and scratchy. I looked at the person holding Miley, seeing that it was a girl about my age, scarlet hair and dark blue eyes. I growled at her, and she snarled loudly in return. "C'mon Marcus," the girl growled, looking at the person behind me, "Why can't we just kill them off and get it over with?!?"

Miley's eyes widened, screaming, "NO, NO, PLEASE DON'T KILL US WE'LL DO ANYTHING!!!" I rolled my eyes, saying, "Well maybe you would, but not me Miley." Turning to look over my shoulder I continue, "It's been nice and all, guys, but it's about time for me and Miley to leave." The girl gave me a confused look, seeming to just notice the balloons tied around my neck. The person let go of me, shoving me away.

I crashed into the wall, falling to the ground. The girl shoved Miley as well, making her crash and land on top of me. "What the hell is up with your neck?!?," the girl yelled, eyes wide in fear. "Jessie," said the one called Marcus earlier, "we don't need those things finding us, so stay quiet please?" I stared at Marcus, saying quietly, "What are you talking about?"

"Theres these things all around here," he said, holding out him hand to help me up, "Creepy scary things that look like they only come from nightmares." I chuckle, saying, "You mean like me?" He narrowed his eyes at me, confused, saying, "You look pretty normal to me. What are you talking about?" I smile, grabbing the ribbins to the balloons and tugging them at them, showing him that they were attached to my neck.

He shuttered, shaking his head wildly. "That's sick," he said, shaking his head more, "I don't even want to know how that happened." I chuckled, letting go of the ribbons and saying, "So how did you get here?" Marcus shrugged, answering, "I don't know really. Me and Jessie have been working for a while to figure that out. We woke up in some room a few hours ago, and so far we haven't found a way out of here."

Jessie nodded in agreement. "So what kind of scary creepy things are in here?," I asked, looking at everyone. Miley tugged at my ribbons, making me cough a bit. I asked her to stop, but she continued. So I turned to yell at her, only to see this thing in front of her. The thing was a foot tall and entirely black, except for its ears, eyes, front paws, and three stripes on its belly, which glowed a neon pink. It stared at Miley, who was staring back at it with wide eyes.

Marcus looked over, seeing the thing. "That's Nink," he said calmly, knealing down and holding his hand out towards the thing. "She's a Glow, there's alot of them around here." The think crawled up to Marcus, sniffing his hand before climbing up his arm to sit on his shoulder.

"Now for the Opposites," Marcus glowered, "those things are part of the scary things. Jessie, we better get moving." I growled, saying softly, "Wait a minute, how the hell did we get here? I mean here, as in how did we even get the room?!?" Marcus shrugged, standing up and holding out both of his hands. "C'mon you two, I don't think you want to get lost in here."

Miley cautiously took Marcus's hand, and I watched as he pulled her to her feet. He still had his hand out to me, but I smacked it away and stood up on my own. Jessie moved to Miley's side, murmuring in sing-song voice, "Testosterone levels increasing!" Miley giggled softly, and I narrowed my eyes at her.