Canna was hitting her head repeatedly on a tin wall. She was moaning and tears were streaking down her face.

"Keep it down, new kid! Some of us are trying to sleep in this hell of a place." A girl shouted.

"S-sorry!" Canna replied, surprised that she wasn't the only one there.

"Oh be nice to her Vivien. She's doing exactly what you did when you came here."

A boy walked out of the shadows, his hair and clothes messy with mud.

"Except the way I remember it I tried to escape more than bang my head against a wall." Vivien grumbled.

The boy rolled his eyes.

"So how'd you get here?" He questioned, looking at Canna. "Abandoned by your parents? Killed someone? Cops just show up out of nowhere?"

"Wh-what?" Canna stuttered, slightly confused.

"That's how she got us. Tricked us into thinking she was a police woman then bam!" The boy clapped his hands together for a more dramatic effect. "She trapped us here."

"I'd rather not talk about it..." Canna whispered.

"Don't worry about it kid. It's not so bad. We get enough food and water and we have each other for entertainment." The boy said, cheerfully.

"Ha! Don't make me laugh. The only entertainment we have is Andrew. And you know he's a psycho." Vivien scoffed.

"Well, excuuuuuse me for looking on the bright side." The boy huffed.

Canna looked at him, noticing a scar on his cheek.

"I'm Justin by the way." He said, sticking out a hand.

Canna slowly took his hand before shaking it.

"TURTLES ARE ACTUALLY TINY DINOSAURS WITH ACORN CAPS!"

"Well guess who's awake..." Vivien grumbled.

"Muffins and cupcakes are the same thing, Vixen." Andrew exclaimed, walking out of a room and putting an arm around Vivien.

"No, they're different." Vivien shouted, pushing Andrew away.

"Okay, how are they different?"

"Well for one cupcakes have frosting."

"But they are both batter in a tray that you eat. We just claim one is for breakfast and the other is for dessert."

At this Vivien shut her mouth before opening it again only to sigh.

"Good night guys." She mumbled, pulling a blanket with a couple holes over her.

"Oooh! New person!" Andrew shouted with glee.

Canna had a small panic attack when the attention changed to her but waved shyly.

"I'm Andrew! A-g-r-u-n-y! Andrew!"

"Um... I'm Canna..." Canna whispered.

"I shall call you Canary! That over there is Jessy!" Andrew said with joy.

"Um... is that his real name?"

"It is to me."

"I don't get it..."

"No one does."

***

"Wake up, new girl! Rise and shine!"

Canna slowly opened her eyes to see Vivien standing in front of her.

"Now that you've joined us here I have a few rules." Vivien snapped.

"Who made you leader?" Canna questioned, noticing a few torn up blankets on top of herself.

"No one." Vivien scoffed.

"And I have to listen to you why?"

The was a quick click of a gun and a swift motion, bringing a hand gun to Canna's forehead.

"Because I can blow your brains out with the click of a trigger."

"Did I ever mention how much I love your outfit?"

"Get up!"

Canna immediately jumped up out of fear. In all honesty Vivien's clothes was an oversized plaid shirt and a pair of jeans which were cut to be shorts, in other words, she didn't think her outfit was all that great .

"Now listen, new girl! I call the shots around here! Just because I'm no longer the only female makes no difference in the way I treat you. Is that clear?" Vivien shouted, her gun not leaving Canna's head.

"I, uh..." Canna began to stutter.

"Is that clear?!?!" Vivien shrieked, pushing the gun farther against Canna's forehead.

"Yes!" Canna squeaked.

"Good! There are now five of us here. You've met Andrew and Justin. Jordan normally sleeps in and likes his personal space! You don't talk to him unless he talks to you first!" Vivien shouted.

"Oh calm it down Vivi."

Justin walked out of the shadows, his hands in his pockets.

"I'll go check on crazy eyes..." Vivien grumbled, walking off.

"Crazy eyes?" Canna questioned.

"That's her nickname for Andrew." Justin sighed and turned to look at Canna. "Look, it may not seem like it but she loves you."

Canna's face flushed bright red.

"I- uh... um..." She began to stutter in embarrassment.

"Oh! No, not like that! I mean she loves everyone platonically. You know... she cares about our well-being... oh gosh I'm an idiot with words..." Justin mumbled.

"Oh no, not really..." Canna whispered, staring at her shoes and awkwardly shoving her hands into her pockets.. "You did just fine, I just got confused."

"Thanks but there's no reason to lie to spare my feelings." Justin grinned at her.

"I really mean it... Anyway, I'm curious." Canna said to Justin, grabbing his arm. "Where are we?"

"This? This is the Box. Our home."

"The Box..?" Canna questioned, her head slightly tilted to the side.

"Ya. We had nothing better to call it and prison was already taken by actual prisons." Justin grinned at her, grabbing her chin and adjusting her head. "Don't do that, Andrew hates adorableness."

"I DO NOT! I'M JUST WAITING FOR THE RIGHT KIND OF ADORABLENESS! LIKE PUPPIES OR SOME CRAP!"

"Classic Andrew." Justin gave a halfhearted laugh.

"So what's your stories?" Canna inquired, wanting some form of answers.

"Maybe you'll find out, but first I want you to meet Jordan. The fluff ball of adorable melted emotions." Justin said, smiling and patting Canna's head as they walked into a practically empty room.

"Leave me alone..." Jordan whined softly.

"Normally, he's a sarcastic b- I mean, a complete pain in the a- ah crap how do I explain without swearing..."

"Calling me a female dog might help. Especially if I was a mirror." Jordan spat.

This made Justin smile.

"Knew he'd explain himself." Justin snickered, pulling out a cigarette.

"Oh shut up." Jordan grumbled, burying his face into his folded arms.

"You know, you aren't very intimidating if you refuse to swear and go around calling people butts instead of-"

"PROFANITY!" Andrew shouted before Justin finished talking.

"I didn't even say it!" Justin whined, throwing the full cigarette onto the ground and stomping on it.

"But you were thinking it!" Andrew replied.

"I'm also thinking about how good you would taste as a meatball!" Justin shouted back while continuing to maliciously shred the cigarette under his shoe.

"I would taste mighty fine!"

It was quiet for a while before Justin opened his mouth to speak.

"Don't even think about saying it!"

"Gosh dang it, Andrew, go get a life!"

"Who can when your trapped in a box!" Andrew started laughing hysterically at his own comment.

"So... who unscrewed his bolt?" Canna questioned, whispering into Justin's ear.

"My mother!"

Canna screamed as she noticed the red head had made his way behind her.

"Well he isn't wrong." Justin replied shrugging.

"I'm never wrong. People just think I'm crazy because my brain moves way too fast for anyone to comprehend!" He had begun to wave his fingers around his ears. "Anyway, you don't think I'm crazy, do you?! No one else here thinks I'm crazy! I'm a genius in disguise! Batman's brain in a track suit!"

"Correction! We all think you're insane, Andrew! We've just learned to tolerate it!" Vivien shouted.

"Appreciate the honesty, Vixen!" Andrew shouted back, saluting.

Vivien groaned at the nickname and Canna giggled at her annoyance.

"I don't think you're crazy. Maybe just a bit misunderstood, but I think there's a genius in the brain of yours." Canna said quietly, petting his fiery red hair.

"See, someone understands!" Andrew shouted.

It was then that Canna realized Andrew was on his knees.

"I was wondering why you were so short." She giggled.

"Well you can't really reach my head if I stand up." Andrew said, standing up. "Now I'm like twice your height."

"Why is everyone so tall?!" Jordan whined.

"Because we don't mope around and be sarcastic pains." Justin replied, sticking out his tongue and folding his arms.

"At least I'm logical." Jordan mumbled.

"Logical in a sense meaning you're an idiot." Andrew responded. "Oh, a butterfly!"

"Andrew, that's a speck of dust..." Vivien commented, joining the group.

"Let him dream, Vivien. Let him dream."