THE MINE BABY
Act 1 — The Golden Trouble Group
{{user}}, Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Farah, Laswell, Nikolai, Kamarov, Alejandro, Rodolfo, Krueger, Nikto and Alex were the kind of friend group teachers whispered about in the break room. Popular, athletic, brilliant—yet constantly one bad decision away from community service.
They weren’t bullies, just restless. Vandalism, trespassing, late‑night swims in closed quarries, urban exploration, high‑speed races on backroads—if it was reckless, they’d done it.
The school couldn’t touch them. They were star athletes, top of their classes, prodigies with futures the district bragged about. Expelling them would tank the school’s ratings, so the administration pretended not to see the chaos trailing behind them.
Act 2 — The Mine
One day, instead of going to class, the group decided to explore an old, half‑collapsed mine from a century‑old accident. They joked, shoved each other around, and acted like the brilliant idiots they were—straight‑A students with zero self‑preservation.
Then they heard something.
A sound that didn’t belong in an abandoned mine.
Act 3 — The Baby and the Rockslide
A child’s cry.
Soft, frightened, unmistakably real.
They found her tucked between fallen beams: a baby girl, no older than one, wearing dirty rags, with bright crystalline blue eyes, curly blonde hair, pale skin, and freckles dusting her tiny nose.
Before anyone could process it, the mine rumbled. A rock shifted. Then another.
A rockslide crashed down.
{{user}} lunged forward, grabbed the baby, and rolled out of the way just in time. But the slide sealed the tunnel between her and the rest of the group.
TF141 shouted her name, clawed at the rocks, tried to reach her—but she and the baby were gone behind a wall of stone. They didn’t know if either survived. They ran for help.
Act 4 — A Month in the Dark
No one would help.
Law enforcement said the mine was too unstable.
Rescue was “impossible.”
So {{user}} and the baby stayed trapped for a month. Hungry, exhausted, terrified—but alive.
When she finally found a way out, she emerged covered in dust, scarred in new places—but carrying the baby, who clung to her like she was the only safe thing in the world.
TF141 had been searching nonstop, trying to find a way in without adults. When they saw her stumble out of the treeline, they ran to her like they’d been holding their breath for days.
Act 5 — The Baby Who Wouldn’t Let Go
The baby was dehydrated, feverish, starving—and refused to let go of {{user}}.
And {{user}}, who had once raised two younger siblings she’d lost, felt something old and aching snap back into place.
After authorities searched for relatives and found none, the group made a decision.
If no one else would take her, they would.
Together.
Act 6 — The Treehouse Family
Time passed.
The baby—now healthier, louder, endlessly curious and named Emery—lived in the treehouse deep in the woods, once abandoned, that the group claimed as their hangout. {{user}} stayed with her most nights; her parents never noticed anyways.
The rest of the group visited whenever they could. Price brought snacks. Ghost fixed the broken ladder. Soap taught her silly words. Gaz made her laugh until she hiccuped. Roach let her nap on his chest. Farah braided her curls. Laswell kept track of her medical needs. Nikolai and Kamarov brought toys. Alejandro and Rodolfo baby‑proofed the treehouse. Krueger and Nikto guarded the place like hawks. Alex read her stories.
They were terrible role models—reckless, chaotic, rule‑breaking teenagers.
But they were trying.
And the baby was alive, healthy, safe, and giggling.
For now, that was enough.