"Token. What do you mean 'he was being civil'?" I ask.

"I mean it! He was! I mean, he was pointing that thing at me the whole time but he was being surprisingly polite and honest," Token says.

"Why would he be civil with you? Token. Are you sure you're not imaging things?" I ask.

"I'm not! I promise! I'm sure of it! He was being really civil with me," Token says.

"Token. What would he get out of being civil with you?" Stan asks.

"You wanted to trust them! Remember? Maybe they are okay, at least some of them," Token says.

"Token, that could be a trap," I say.

""I don't intend to do anything. Lets just try to be civil as well and see, where it goes. You don't need to trust them. It might be easier on us. You want out of here, right?" Token asks.

"They wouldn't let us out. Token, that's bullshit. Whatever he said about that is bullshit," Stan says.

"He didn't mention anything about it," Token says.

"Look, even if they are okay, we are still here," I say.

"I understand that but being unkind will lead us nowhere," Token says.

"Maybe we should do like Token wants," Leo says, quietly.

"Not you too. Look, Leo, they are bad people. Good people don't keep living people in cages- actually, good people don't keep people in cages at all," Stan says.

"He seemed fine, the one with blonde hair," Leo says.

"Who? Oooh. The one that came the warning shot?" Stan asks.

"Yeah, that one," Leo says.

"How is giving a warning shot fine?" I ask.

"I have to agree with Bebe. What the fuck makes that fine?" Token asks.

"The others pointed their guns at Stan other than that guy, he did a warning shot and told Stan to walk with him.  Stan would be hurt if the guy hadn't been there," Leo says.

"I mean, I guess that seems fine,"I say.

"What do you think, Tweek?" Token asks.

"D-Don't *gah* drag me I-into this, that's too much pressure," Tweek says.

"Okay, okay. Just- try to act as well as you can. Will you?" Token asks.

"O-Okay," Tweek says.

"We need a plan," I say.

"What are you all planning?" The blonde guard asks, leaning against the wall next to us.

I immediately put my wings back in, glaring at him. Token and Tweek do the same.

"Nothing. Are you gonna shoot me now?" Stan asks.

"Stan, no, don't," Token whispers.

To our surprise, the blonde laughs.

"Shoot you? That'd be a waste of bullets if you aren't planning anything. But if you are, trust me, I don't have that many bullets to warn you with," The blonde starts.

"Kenny! Goddamnit! Why are you talking to those? We're in a hurry," the red head says, walking up to us.

"I can't just stand here?" 'Kenny' asks.

"You're not on your break. I don't want to do all the fucking paperwork without you. I swear, Wendy is out on a smoke with Craig, Clyde is nowhere to be seen-," the red head says.

"Oh for fucks sake, Ky. Stop being so damn annoying," Kenny says.

"Lets get the things in first," Ky says.

"Fine. Okay. Which ones of you are coming with me?" Kenny asks.

Ky pulls the gun.

"Stan, girl, here. Rest of you with Kenny," he says.

"My name isn't girl, I'm Bebe," I say.

"Look, Bebe, I don't give a flying fuck about your name. My family is in grave fucking danger of getting killed if I do anything that looks kind towards things like you. So move it or I shoot," Ky says.

"Kyle. Please. She didn't know," Kenny says.

"Unlike you, I want to take this as serious as possible. Now go or I'll shoot your fucking head off too," Kyle says.

Kenny sighs.

"Come on, the rest of you. Or I'll shoot as well," he says.

"Move," Kyle says, very unkindly.

"And just a warning, Stan. Unlike Kenny, I don't care for warning shots. I never miss," Kyle says, looking at Stan.

"You know that at the same time you're killing the one out of us that probably knows the most about our type?" Stan asks.

"Stan. Don't," I say, firmly.

"Then answer me this, smartass. Why haven't we met any of your kind before you all?" Kyle asks.

"If your family dropped you before the age of 10, you never open your back. The wings die inside and start becoming a part of your bones and skin, there is a possibility there would be thousands of us," Stan says.

"Doesn't answer me. Why haven't we noticed your type?" I ask.

"Us? The ones that have wings? You see, our scars are easy to hide with make up and as the wings go in, there is no possible way of knowing. You could have been born one all you know. Or your friend, Kenny, could have been born with them," Stan says.

"Stan, stop telling him everything," I say.

"How do you reproduce now? There is only one girl here," Kyle says.

"Ew, no! Fuck no! They're like my brothers," I say.

"Our dicks aren't different from the ones humans have. So, we reproduce a lot like you. It's possible to have kids with a human woman or man, very much so, we would have been completely wiped out if that weren't the case," Stan says.

"Can you keep your wings in for too long?" Kyle asks.

"Yes," Stan says.

"Why do you hide them then?" Kyle asks.

"For many reasons," I say.

"Just like we hide our teeth. Though that's just not to scare people," Stan says.

"Stan! What the fuck?!" I yell at him.

"What?" He asks.

"Teeth?" Kyle asks.

"We have naturally really really sharp teeth but can hide it. The teeth are scary to many people so since we became peaceful, we decided that we wouldn't show them that much anymore," Stan says.

He walks into a cage, closing the door behind himself. I roll my eyes and follow suit, getting into the cage across from his.

"Testing will start soon. So, I'd recommend you get ready for it," Kyle says.

He locks us in before leaving.

"What testing?" Stan asks.

"How would I know?" I ask.