Berwald's POV

We had been trapped in the bathroom for a while, Tino still breaking things and Emil quietly giggling and knocking on the door. It's a good thing we were near a toilet, since Mathias almost pissed himself in fear multiple times.

"Come on out~"

We scooted farther into the back corner, Mathias hiding behind Lukas' small frame with me standing in front of both of them. "Get them to go away," Mathias whimpered, squishing himself even farther into the corner. "What do you think we're doing?" Lukas hissed back, peeking around my shoulder to look at the door. "We aren't going to last much longer like this. What now?"

I slowly walked to the shower and stepped in. The other two looked at me in confusion before I pushed in one of the tiles, revealing a tunnel only slightly larger than Tino.

"When did that get there?" Mathias asked as he rushed over and stuck his head in. I pushed him in before grabbing Lukas and pushing him in as well. As the tunnel closed behind me, the door crashed down, Tino's war cries the last thing I heard.

Tino's POV

"You said they were in here!" I shouted at Emil, wobbling into the bathroom and looking around. "They were...," he replied, looking around the empty room.

"I need coffee!" I shrieked, wobbling back into the hallway and towards the front door. "Where are you going?" Emil asked, quickly following my unsteady footsteps. "Freaking Starbucks is where I'm going! I'm paying for it with Mathias' lego fund!" I shouted to him, opening the door and stumbling down the porch steps.

"You need your coat, you're going to get sick," he told me, grabbing my arm. "Do you want coco or not?" I threatened as I stuffed myself into the small car. He growled and jumped in, closing the door just as I zoomed out of the driveway.

A few minutes and multiple ignored red lights later, I turned into the Starbucks parking lot, not caring that I had run straight into the store through the window. As glass flew everywhere, I got out of the car and went up to the counter, ignoring the glass sticking in my bare feet.

"Give me coffee!" I shouted to the scared girl at the counter. She jumped and ran around, grabbing a large cup of coffee and making one for Emil as well, who I hadn't noticed coming over.

She shakily handed us the drinks, whispering,"That'll be $17.53, sir." I gulped down the whole thing, burning my throat in the process, and handed her two twenties. "Sorry for the windows. Goodbye," I said, cheerfully walking away and throwing away my cup. "Time to go home Emil."

We got into the car and I drove off, humming a song as we headed home.

...Or... to what's left of it.