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"I don't know what the hell you're talking about!" Lance tried to twist out of the grip but no use, his hands were stuck behind his back. "You have the wrong guy! I'm not him!"
"You have the right to remain silent, otherwise things may get violent." The creepy pumpkin-headed man versed, the measured thumps of his staff on the ground the only indication that he was still behind him. A shock of fear trailed up his spine every time they got too close, feeling somewhat caged in.
"Your flying license is gonna be suspended too, uhh..." The other admin to his left was busy reading off a laundry list of suspensions he now had until he could prove his innocence.
What a great start to the day.
The trip through the halls of Roblox HQ was quiet and way too long, which shouldn't matter much because Lance was completely blinded from some kind of effect they put on him. When he next heard a sound, it was akin to the whoosh of a door opening and he was unceremoniously shoved inside. He quickly righted himself, surprised that his arms and eyes were suddenly working again.
The first thing he noticed was that the room was weird. It was made up of black blocks that glowed red on the edges, as if it was a missing texture in a video game.
The next thing he noticed was that he wasn't alone.
A hand was outstretched to him, "You alright?"
Lance stared at the palm offered to him and then looked up at the stranger, they looked a little concerned but mostly welcoming. Their eyes met for a second, before the other man shied away. It wasn't the look of someone about to claw his face off, that was for sure. Although, they did look like a certain infamous hacker.
"Thanks, I'm fine." The pilot breathed out, grabbing his hand and hauling himself up.
After a moment of suffocating silence, the stranger suddenly blurted out a question, looking twice as nervous as before. "So, what are you in here for?"
"I'm not in here for anything actually."
Lance knew it was definitely something to do with Chance, his idiot twin brother and because of a hacker named ITrapped. How those two people connected, was beyond him. But he was sure that Chance got up to some bullshit behind the scenes, especially since he learned he was wanted by the mafia.
"You two, huh?" The stranger chuckled.
"What? Is this normal or something?" If that was true, the admins were even more incompetent than he expected.
"Eh, mix-ups happen every other week." He scratched at the back of his neck, "Don't worry, It's not so bad after a while. I mean, I know most of the admin's names by now."
"Why can't they just find a different way to identify us?" Lance leaned against the walls, crossing his arms across his chest. It was comfortable for him, even if his brother would always bug him about how he looked unapproachable and scary. "This is just a waste of my time."
The other man flopped to sit on the ground next to him, leaning as well. It felt strangely friendly, but he wasn't going to complain. They might be here for a while longer than he first expected anyway.
He sighed, laughing at himself. "My life would be a whole lot better if that happened."
"I could imagine."
"Or if... y'know, 7n7 just stopped hacking." A hint of frustration caught Lance's attention, and especially with 007n7's name. The infamous hacker having been a source of endless mystery and drama. "He's my cousin by the way, if you haven't noticed. We look rather similar, apparently."
A quick check at the man's features told the pilot that the two didn't really look that alike.
"And... when I tell the admins that I'm not him, they just say they can't take any second chances." He laughed it off, seeming to be in a better mood than before. "I haven't even spoken with him in over... Gosh, in years now, they never believe me."
"So that's why they didn't let me go when I gave them my ID..." Speaking of ID, his important documents were probably being investigated right now. "I'm an identical twin, see."
The stranger nodded sympathetically, slumping even further on the wall.
"Well, might as well get comfortable while you wait."
Lance was going to do just that.
In the time that it took for anyone to get them, Lance and 007e7—as it turned out his name was—shared some random information about each other. It didn't take as long as he thought for someone to bring him into an interrogation room, all the while 007e7 was dragged out by more of that pumpkin guy's magic.
Something about how since he was dangerous they couldn't leave him unrestrained.
The room was small, only made for around five people to fit comfortably. He sat across Builderman, who was rather more disheveled than he imagined.
"Alright, Chance." Builderman looked at the file in his hands while speaking, "Anything you say is going to be recorded, lying will be considered an obstruction of justice. We want to know anythin' and everythin' you know about ITrapped."
"And I told you I don't know anything." The tense atmosphere was starting to get to him, but he refused to let it show. "I'm not even Chance!"
The admin's eyes flicked up for a second, "Then.. who are you?"
"I'm Lance, Chance's twin brother." Finally, they were getting somewhere, Lance was starting to think he wouldn't be believed.
Builderman nodded, which he took as conformation. "Where's Chance then?"
"That's what I've been trying to find out, see." Just thinking about his brother was going to give Lance an aneurysm and a half, if he didn't get himself killed first. "Chance hasn't been answering my calls and apparently has been missing from the casino, so I went to look for him. You can guess what happened next, since you decided to apprehend me after I landed."
"..Do you know anythin' 'bout ITrapped then?"
"I don't know... I think I would know if my brother had a new friend..." Then again, he did remember something interesting. "But he did mention becoming drinking buddies with 'someone who looked like a noob'. Chance's been up to shit before, so I thought it was harmless."
"That's probably ITrapped," Builderman muttered under his breath, "Okay, when do you think he mentioned that person?"
"Maybe a few months."
He wasn't about to say it, but he was nervous now.
Please let Chance be alright.
After a couple more questions, the admin revealed that Lance still had to be in custody while they sort out the information they had. The pilot was about to complain but dropped it after Builderman gave him a weary sigh and just teleported him back into the strange room, which already had 007e7 in it.
The other man perked up once he saw him, "Oh, back already?"
"Yeah, nothing much, they just asked me about Chance."
"Chance? Like your luck?" 007e7 prompted, looking confused about the unfamiliar name. Now that he thought about it, he didn't mention the gambler during their conversation.
His tone turned sharper, "No, he's my idiot brother."
The room turned quiet and Lance felt the need to explain himself, at least a little bit. It wasn't like 007e7 was the one who forced him to stay in this place because of a mistaken identity, he had other people to get angry at and berate for not explaining themselves to him.
"...He's gone missing." Stupid idiot or not, Chance was still his brother. "The admins are searching for him because he had relations with this– This ITrapped fellow."
"He's a–" 007e7 cut himself off.
"Yeah, he's a hacker." He confirmed his suspicions, "Chance has to have the worst luck with people, I swear. First, it was the Sonnelinos. Now, a hacker." After a pause where 007e7 looked up at him to continue, he did. "And still... Most of the time, it's still his fault! Like, how do you even manage that?"
The other man chuckled, a little perplexed. "You've got your hands full, huh?"
"We both do."
"Well, at least I don't have to deal with 007n7 much..." He scratched the back of his neck, which seemed to be a nervous tick. "Just the staring and.. you already know about the admins thing."
A sigh came out from his mouth, "How's he like in person? Would imagine he's a real piece of work."
"No, maybe just a bit. A bad student, sure. But nothing that would cause..." His hands gestured around vaguely, while 007e7 tried to find the right words. "This."
The next words were cut off as the "door" to their holding room was opened, an unfamiliar admin with purple hair interrupting them. After a quick check, they were released and Lance got all his stuff back. And still, when the time came to part ways and be over with it, the two stood still in front of Roblox HQ, staring at each other.
"Hey," Lance said quickly, giving him his phone. "Let's stay in touch, yeah? Maybe I could bail you out next time."
007e7 snorted, "Sure. Why not?"