(HammyHam POV)
I woke up in this sort of... hallway? It wasn't the library.. where was I?

I yelled for Alex. She had been there since I had come back.

I looked at the room, taking in my surroundings. It was a relatively short hallway. The walls where covered in this yellow-gold wallpaper. On one side, there were portraits. Three of them were filled, but most of them where just blank canvas. The other side had windows. They looked out onto a peaceful looking lawn, that had pathways and trees and a pond. At the end of the hallway was a plain wooden door.

I walked through.

Inside was a large circular room, with a glass roof. There were probably twenty or so doors on the circumference of the room. There was a rim of desks, a chair in front of each door, overlooking a sort of pit area covered in a large velvet carpet.

It felt like home.

(Jefferson POV)
I woke up to a familiar yell. Hamilton?

I was in a short hall, seated on a velvet chair. The only exit was the door in front of me. Poor planning on whoever designed this place's part.

(Alex POV)
So, there we all were. The five of us. It was me, Hammy, Zoe, and two men I guessed where Thomas Jefferson and John Laurens.

Everybody was silent, except for the birds that sang outside.

The thing to break the silence was a voice, from behind one of the doors, that yelled "I'M GONNA KICK THE DOOR DOWN!"

We all heard a loud thump from the door to the left of John.

"Boi!" I yelled "The door should be unlocked! Just walk through!"

So he did.

(Lin POV)
I honestly didn't know what I was thinking. I guess it just seemed fun to kick down a door. I didn't expect anybody to respond, so when a slightly familiar voice yelled back, I opened the door like a normal person.

John was there. He looked like he was about to pass out.

My eyes scanned the room. I saw those two girls from that video. What had john said?

I opened my mouth to speak, and I noticed the two other people in the room.

Thomas Jefferson.

And Alexander Hamilton.

I just started stuttering something that was supposed to be some sort of greeting.

Thomas spoke "I thought you were supposed to be an amazing playwright or something."

"Yea, I am- it's just- the whole- uhhh.."

First John Laurens.

Now Alexander Hamilton and Thomas Jefferson.

How?

Why?

Breaking the uncomfortable silence, a pigeon flew in an open window and dropped a piece of paper.

The girl that I think was named Alex jumped over the desks and into the pit.

There were stairs not five feet from where she was standing.

Kids.

She opened the letter and began to read.

"Greetings, friends.

This place is something that I had come upon several years back. It had occurred to me that this space could be used for this sort of purpose. As for how this current predicament came about? I have no idea. You can meet here whenever you wish, all I ask is that you don't ruin the place. It doesn't fix itself. To have a meeting, all you have to do is want to. I apologize for any inconveniences.

-A. Fee"

Was it just me or did that seem extremely expositional?

"Who's 'A dot Fee'?" The girl with purple hair asked.

"I don't think that asking something aloud will help the situation." Alexander (squeeeeeeeee) said, like a sassy thirteen-year-old.

John, meanwhile, was reaching basic bitch levels of white. He was practically translucent.

"Are you alright, laurens?" The best founding father said.

"No." He said, gasping for breath.

"John."

"I said what I said, Alexander."

"Fight! Fight! Fight!" Thomas chanted. He was about as thick as Daveed's hair.

"SHUT UP. JEFFERSON." Alexander looked like he was about to punch somebody.

And then he did.

(A/N)
666 words. I didn't like this chapter anyways.
Everybody's gettin' triggered.
You're welcome for two chapters in a day. I was feeling bored.
Friggin all the POV changes.

Also, am I doing a good job with Lin? Have I given him justice?

•Hammy gets Triggered✔️

I'm not precisely sure where I want to go with this, so if you have any suggestions, that'd be great.