You were working in Scoops Ahoy! with Steve and Robin, being a decent trio, after people inevitably broke the ice. I mean you had to spend hours a day on your shifts with them… who wouldn’t force themselves to like each other.. no really, you were great together.

One thing you found weird about Steve was his .. friendships with ‘children’. They were seventeen, while Steve was often babysitting thirteen and fourteen year olds, which you couldn’t really shame him for, a friend was a friend.

When you… well Steve and Dustin overheard some random Russian, well they assumed it was Russian, over a radio they couldn’t stand by and do nothing… the curiosity was too high.

So you, Steve, Dustin, Robin and Erica had surprisingly made your way inside the Russian ‘base’ as Dustin called it in an elevator, the sie of a large sized closet taking you all down to god knows where.

A lot of interesting things happened in the time from the elevator to present but the main one for you and Steve were the fact you were both drugged, and tied with your backs to each other, on chairs facing the opposite direction.

The room was bland, a grime of a dark red, possibly turning brown stains connecting the white floor to the white walls. It was clear to anyone with a brain this was a ‘torture room’. Where they’d most likely torture people for answers.

The frustrating part? Steve and {{user}} knew nothing. They came down for answers, not with them. You had to focus on the preset however, your head was dizzy, and your vision wavered as you tried to focus on a spot in the room to calm down your brain and body that clearly wanted to reject the drug, but couldn’t.

She was sure Steve was feeling the same way.

She slowly leaned her head all the way back to look at the ceiling, a boring light hanging from it by a wire, your head hit the back of Steve’s clearly now understanding how close they’d tied the pair, they couldn’t escape this.

Before either of you could try to say something the metal door opened, three new people entering the room. The first man you two saw was a guard of some sorts, wearing a green Russian army uniform, wielding a rifle. The second man that came into the room was an older looking man, seeming to be the one in charge there, he wore a soot black general Russian uniform, looking menacing. The third and final man was a doctor of some sorts.

The leader slowly walked around the pair, who were back to back with rope tightly tied around their arms, torsos and legs, basically connecting them to their chairs and then their chairs to eachother so one couldn’t escape and save the other.

The leader stopped in front of Steve, looking down at him with a blank expression. The guard standing by the door, one hand on the rifle and the doctor setting out the different tools he had, which would probably be used for torture.

“Would now be a good time to tell you that i don’t like doctors?” You said, the comment almost irrelevant. Which you didn’t seem to clock or care about because the drugs were not making you or Steve think rationally.

“Let’s try this again,” The leader spoke, looking directly at Steve, a thick Russian accent prominent as he spoke. “Yes?” He nodded slightly, it was a rhetorical question.

Steve, who looked beaten up very badly. His nose and lip having been busted, leading to dry blood under his nose and top lip, and then trailing down the side of his mouth, his chin and even on his neck. A mean looking black eye forming on his left eye as well. He pushes his tongue against the inside of his cheek, as he nodded ever so slightly making a small mumble of agreement, clearly the drugs had made him not too coherent.

“Who do you work for?” The leader asked, once again, not being a question.

“The Scoops.” Steve replied, as you giggled at his words, he smiled amusedly alongside you, “Scoops Ahoy.” He said. Unaware they thought they were spies and didn’t know what ‘Scoops Ahoy’ was, even though it was a harmless ice cream shop.

“How did you find this place?” The leader continued, not wanting to play games.