Life in the Pits

9 turns around
"Hello. I won't try to escape if you don't try to pull anything, good? Let's talk."

6 didn't know what to say and let 9 do the talking. He didn't want to get himself and his friends killed.

"What will you do if we leave?"

9 is ready to throw up the fields, but doesn't yet

*10 heard the voice speak.
" I don't think it's gonna hurt us..."

9 puts his back to the side elevator wall, so he can see the door and the voice
"Actually...that was pretty rude, man."

" Sorry... I'm too scared to turn around..." 10 replied.

6 nudged 10 roughly, attempting to get him to shut up before he got them all killed.

"Sorry Mr. Voice, he's young and doesn't understand very much. We didn't mean to offend you in any way," 6 apologized.

"So...what happens now?"

*10 looks 6. Glaring at him. Wondering if he should say a come-back.

"And then?"

(I'm a he dammit)

6 glared at 10 but paid attention to the conversation between 9 and the Voice.

*Nik started humming along to the elevator song, but quickly stops, being very awkward.

9 motions the voice over for a private conversation

"Oh..."
9 says, not expecting this...

"I was going to give a proposition...I know you aren't going to let us out, or at least if you do, it'll be through death. Here's the proposition: I help you kill or drag these two back to the room, and I work for you. I keep my memories, but I will work here, with payment of course, but I will willingfully allow you to do more tests on me...think of me as a guard of sorts, seeing as my power is to produce forcefields, I could stop escapees more easily. The only other thing I want to stay happy down here and working, is a larger room with stuff I can run and climb on...that and to see the surface ever so often for some fresh air. I don't expect you to accept this, but it's a thought, and one I'm willing to stick with, seeing that I didn't have much of a life before this anyway if I can't even remember it."

"Oh um...It's okay sir... I understand..." Nik replied, looking wide eyed at 9's body.

6 stared wide-eyed as 9 slumped to the floor, lying in a pool of his own blood. He swallowed.

"It's quite alright Mr. Voice," 6 said, trying desperately to keep his voice level. "Pretty good music hm?"

"Um. Mr. Voice Sir... Where exactly is this place?..."
" I only remember heading to a skating park then all black.." Nik Asked fearfully.