Chapter 48 - Elevator Shaft

Screw it, Hewey was going to do this.

It's fine, this is fine. Being hunted down by every demon in hell? What a breeze. Knowing that his Grandpa was going to destroy the earth just because he was mad that he couldn't be on it? Eh, he's had worse. He lived with Bean after all, he should be able to handle this.

But the cards were stacked against them, that was sure. His Dad and other Dad were both locked away, and he didn't even have his gun. Zalgo had some sort of twisted sense of love, it was hard to determine what he would do. He acted like he did love Sans, and it looked like he really did enjoy the idea of family, because he was actually going to destroy the entire world just to be on earth with them, but he seemed to love them in his own twisted way of love. One where he thought sending all of his demons after Hewey was a great idea.

The first thing he had done in the elevator was regroup with, well, himself. It was just Hewey after all, he didn't have anyone else to discuss plans with. There was no doubt that Zalgo would up the security of his other family members, so Hewey knew going there wasn't a good idea.

The best plan he would have would probably be to try and find Tondra. He knew she was down there, and that Zalgo wasn't really sure where she was. After all, Tondra looked pretty close to a demon, she could blend in and no one would be any of the wiser that she was related to Zalgo. Tondra was extremely good at manipulation, so at least she would be good for awhile.

Finding her would be a problem, that was for sure. There were 666 floors, and then the levels of hell in the basements. Searching every floor for her would be impossible, especially with her over active tendency to move around.

The first thing he knew was that the elevator was probably going to be taken away. Zalgo didn't want Hewey to be roaming about, so he would naturally remove his first mode of transportation away to try and strand him.

That would be something Hewey would have to work around. The demons after him without any weapons would also be a problem, but he could come up with something.

Hewey was snapped out of his thoughts when the elevator suddenly shuddered to a stop, the sudden lack of movement catching him off guard. The floor number flashed on the screen, alerting the boy that he hadn't reached the floor he had clicked on. He was a few floors below.

The elevator started to continue, but instead of going up like he had been, it began to drop back down as the floor number started to count down.

The demon was sending him back down? No wonder he seemed so confident, he probably even had control over the elevator!

Pressing the buttons did nothing, Zalgo had probably hijacked the entire elevator. That meant the door would open onto whatever floor he wanted it to.

Which meant Hewey couldn't get onto whatever floor his grandpa wanted his grandson to arrive on.

Hewey took a few glances around the lift, noticing the square outline on the ceiling. That was an escape hatch! He had noticed it before, but it never really needed to be used. The most he had considered using it to escape was when Zalgo had taken them down to the basement to see all of the Karens. At least he didn't try to escape then, because now he could use that plan he had started to develop then.

The tricky thing would be getting up to the hatch, but he already noticed the slight indents in the walls that separated each level of buttons. It was big enough to dig his fingers into, and they traveled all the way up the ceiling where he would be able to grab the hatch from the side. Then he should be able to climb out, and from there he could figure out something.

So that's what Hewey did.

He dragged his upper body out of his wheelchair, carefully angeling his body so he was pressed up against the wall with his forehead. He wanted to try and not move the wheelchair too much out of the center, but the elevator was kind of big, it was harder to reach the wall without moving closer. Once the boy had a grip on the indents above him, he pulled his body upwards, feeling his weight move before he was half hanging on the wall, half still in the wheelchair with limp legs.

"Here we go," Hewey breathed, blue eyes focusing above on the hatch. "If Bean can somehow do whatever the hell she does, I can do this."

With that small amount of encouragement towards himself, Hewey started to climb upwards. It was hard to get a good gripping in the wall indents, and he had to move fast before the elevator stopped on whatever floor it would stop on. After a few attempts, Hewey managed to completely climb up the wall, the wheelchair sitting on the floor below him just as his legs hung in the air.

You know, it was a good thing Hewey always made sure to work out his arms with Cole.

And maybe it was a good thing that he was so used to not having his wheelchair at times, since how much his siblings had stolen it, Hewey was more than prepared to ditch it and work on his own.

Thank Toby Fox there was a lot of floors, as he had more time to scale up the side of the wall before he finally reached the ceiling. With one hand firmly dug into the indent in the wall, Hewey twisted his torso around and reached out towards the hatch to grab the ceiling and push upwards.

The hatch pushed open.

Okay, that was progress!

With the new opening in the elevator, Hewey grabbed the edge of it and let go of the wall, letting himself practically swing off. There was no moment of hesitation before he planted his other hand on the edge and dragged himself upwards, sticking the top half of his body out of the elevator into the elevator shaft.

Not the safest thing to do, but he was in hell already. If he died, he'd just end up with Tondra. It was too risky to do, though, because dead human souls were managed by Zalgo and he would be keeping an eye out for Hewey or anyone else.

So, if he died, that practically meant he was still caught. Which he couldn't be, because then Zalgo would have complete control over his soul. That's not a very good outcome to this.

From the elevator shaft, Hewey could see the mechanisms as the cables lowered the box towards the bottom floors as they passed by runes imbedded into the walls.

Hewey carried his entire body weight out of the elevator, reaching down and shutting the escape hatch below him. It'd be good to somewhat cover his trail.

Now came the difficult part.

Looking at the sides, he knew it would be difficult to grab ahold on them while in movement. But if he stayed on the elevator there was no doubt that Zalgo would probably check the roof. If Hewey could grab onto the walls quickly, then he could hide behind the pipes, so Zalgo would assume the boy managed to get onto a floor and ditched the wheelchair. Or maybe the demon would assume Hewey managed to dust away. As a human. In hell. With no weapons. And no dust.

The guy was a bit obnoxious, but he wasn't stupid. He wouldn't fall for that.

Hewey didn't really have much choice but to start climbing up the elevator shaft, but first he would have to grab onto the wall.

Wait....

Pipes passed by.

Wait....

More pipes and wires passed.

Now!

Hewey used his hands to lunge his body forward, grabbing hold of the wall for dear life as the elevator continued to drop down below him. The brown haired boy watched as it slowly got smaller and smaller before it practically disappeared from view into the shadows below.

So the lone boy hung, clinging to the side of the dark and empty elevator shaft with no sounds but the retreating hum of an elevator fading into the background.

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