The plan was all in place.
First they would wait until lights out, and then they would try to get each other up to the hole in the ceiling.
From there, they would follow the map they made to the ground floor, and escape through the main entrance.
Not Tom didn't know if any of the floors had security cameras, or if Bing and Larry stayed in the building over night, so they would have to watch out for any threats.
If all else fails, they would look for another exit other than the main one.
"Alright, lights out you guys," Larry's dull voice called from above the hole in the ceiling. Just as he spoke, the bright lights in the room switched off, leaving the five rejects in complete darkness. Next, Not Tom heard the sound of Larry's footsteps getting further and further away.
It had been about 30 minutes since the lights had gone off in the white room. Not Tom stood up, trying to make out the other rejects in the darkness. He called out for Tomatoredd in a whisper.
"I-I'm right here.." Spoke the quiet voice from behind him.
Not Tom jumped and almost screamed.  "Jesus! You scared me, you're so quiet!"
"Maybe you should try and be as quiet as him," said Torm's voice, from somewhere beside him.
"yeAH! QUIET!!" Scribble piped up loudly.
"SHHH!!!" All the rejects hushed him.
"soRry." Scribble whispered.
"Okay, so where is the hole anyways? I can barely see my own hand in front of my face," Realistic Matt commented on the darkness.
"That's what she said," Torm mumbled.
Realistic Matt just chuckled along with him.
"Literally, I don't get what's so funny about that joke!! Now please, focus! Can anyone see?"
"I...I can," Tomatoredd said. "I can see. J-Just f-follow my...voice.."
Footsteps were heard, and everybody listened.
"Over h-here..." The voice sounded a bit further away now. Everyone walked towards the amalgamate.
"How come you can see?" Realistic Matt thought out loud.
"It's because he's a fusion of some sorts," Torm explained. "More people, more power I guess."
Once they were all underneath the gaping hole in the ceiling, Not Tom looked up.
"Okay, so who goes first?"
"Tomatoredd is the tallest, so I think he should be on the bottom. Then Matt, then we see where we go from there," Torm suggested.
The two clones followed the orders given, and Tomatoredd lifted Realistic Matt up, while he stood on the amalgamate's shoulders. Standing like this, they could just reach the opening in the ceiling.
"Okay good, now I'm gonna go up," Torm said, beginning to climb the two tall men up to the hole.
Tomatoredd and Realistic Matt both grunted and groaned in annoyance, and Torm accidentally kicked one of them in the face, making the tower topple over.
From what Not Tom could see, both of the red heads were on the ground, and Torm was dangling off the edge of the hole in the ceiling. With a little labour, the fusion managed to pull himself to safety, and he looked down at the others.
"Great Torm!" Not Tom said. "Now help the rest of us up!"
"Okay, who's next?"
Realistic Matt lifted Scribble up to Torm, and the fusion hauled the small person up with him. Next he helped Realistic Matt, Not Tom, and lastly there was Tomatoredd.
"G-Guys...? I-I can't reach th-the...ledge by m-myself..." The amalgamate spoke quietly from inside the room.
"Okay..uh...don't worry," Not Tom said. "I'm not gonna leave you behind. Reach for my hands, I'll try to pull you up,"
Tomatoredd did as he was told, jumping to try and grab ahold of the other man's outstretched hands. When he finally managed to reach them, he almost pulled Not Tom back inside the room with him.
Not Tom yelped . "Don't let go! I've got you!"
Torm tried to hold Not Tom still as he pulled the tall red head up to safety.
"Th-Thank you.." Tomatoredd said.
In the darkness, a small smile appeared on Not Tom's face.
"Alright, where do we go from here?" Realistic Matt asked.
Not Tom looked around. They were in a blue hallway, with a metal door at the end of it. When he looked towards the other end of the hall, he saw that there were many other holes in the floor.
Those were probably the other reject rooms.
The only source of light was the light from the window in the door, and the dimmed lights on the ceiling. Not Tom was just amazed to see that the walls were a different colour than white. He knew that all walls could be different colours, but he hadn't seen it until now.
"We go towards that door." He said sternly, looking down at the map they all made, drawn in purple crayon. "According to our map, it should lead us to some stairs."
"Shouldn't we be prepared?" Torm asked.
"What do you mean? We've been prepared for ages," Realistic Matt replied.
"No, I mean with weapons! Just in case we run into those two bastards who put us in that room," Torm said.
"I-It's highly u-unlikely that Bing and Larry w-would....just le-eave a weapon h-hanging around..." Tomatoredd piped in.
"Good point. Plus, the only other place we could go is the janitors' closet." Said Not Tom. "What  are you hoping to fight them with? Cleaning spray?"
"Whatever, I'm gonna go look around in the janitor's closet and see what I find. You never know. These fuckers were crazy enough to make a cloning machine, and I think it's safe to agree they're crazy enough to leave something dangerous lying around," Torm said as he turned around to go find the closet.
"Torm!! We have to stick together!! We don't know anything about this place!!" Not Tom called after the other man.
Torm didn't slow down.
"Me!! Go ToO!!" Scribble squeaked, running after Torm.
"Oh Scribs! Not you too!" Not Tom groaned.
"I'm counting to three, and you guys better turn around and come back here!! One..! Two...!"
The pair didn't stop walking.
"You guys don't even have a map!"
Not one look back.
"Bah! Whatever!! They're just gonna kill ya!" Not Tom turned swiftly towards the door at the end of the hallway, and started to walk.
"Sh-shouldn't we go a-after them?" asked Tomatoredd.
"Nah, they'll come crawling back, crying because they got scared or something." Not Tom answered. "I'm the one with the map, therefore I'm the leader, and they didn't listen, so it's their loss."
Realistic Matt and Tomatoredd exchanged glances and just shrugged, following Not Tom towards the door.
"The floor above this one should have an elevator. At least I hope so," said Not Tom as he walked. "That would speed up our escape by a lot,"
"But what if Bing or Larry are in the elevator when we get there? Or standing outside the elevator once we get to the ground floor?" Asked Realistic Matt.
"I-I kinda see wh-why Torm wanted w-weapons now..." Said Tomatoredd.
"All we can do is hope for the best," Not Tom spoke to no one in particular. Perhaps he was talking to himself, to try and calm himself down.
Once they reached the door, Not Tom twisted the knob.
"Damn, it's locked!" He grumbled.
"What do we do now?" Realistic Matt asked.
"Can any of you pick a lock?"
"I can." spoke Torm from behind the trio.
They all turned around to see that the black-eyed man was carrying a 2 large wrenches, a crowbar, and Scribble was just flinging around 2 screw drivers.
He handed Tomatoredd and Realistic Matt the wrenches and kept the crowbar for himself.
"Hey, where's my weapon!?" Not Tom whined, crossing his arms.
"You doubted me, and doubting Thomases don't get weapons~" Torm teased, sticking out his tongue.
Not Tom rolled his eyes.
"heRE!! Have thIS!!" Scribble have Not Tom one of his screw drivers.
Not Tom looked down at it, then looked at the small clone, who me was smiling ear to ear.
"Uh...thanks Scribs," he patted Scribble Tom on the head.
"Okay, what are we workin' with here?" Torm spoke in his half-British half-Norski drawl.
He walked up to the door, examining it. He jiggled the doorknob a bit.
"Hmm..."
Suddenly, instead of picking the lock, he broke the window with the crowbar he was holding, and the glass shattered loudly.
"Torm!!" Not Tom exclaimed. "We have to be quiet!!"
"Shut the fuck up, Mistake Tom, I know what I'm doing," Torm snarled.
Not Tom huffed. The little nickname hurt him deeply, but he tried not to let it show. Anyways, all of them here were technically mistakes anyways. However, that mindset of believing that none of them were supposed to exist only made him feel worse than he already did.
Torm put his arm through the broken window, and reached as far as he could to try and unlock the door from the outside. His face scrunched up, and once a small click was heard from the door, the brunette smirked and took his arm out of the broken window.
"See?" Torm said as he opened the door. "I know what I'm doing~"
The fusion motioned the rest of the rejects through the door.
Realistic Matt, Tomatoredd, and Scribble walked through the door.
"Not quite what I call picking a lock, but whatever," Not Tom mumbled as he walked through the door.
"Yeah yeah, Captain Tight Ass, at least we can keep going," Torm said, following close behind him.
As the five clones walked up the flight of stairs, Not Tom glanced at the map.
"On the next level, we should try and look for an elevator," he said. "It would really help us escape faster,"
"We should also keep an eye out for Bing and Larry," Torm added.
"creaTors..bAD?!" Scribble Tom asked.
"I-I don't know..." Tomatoredd answered.
Not Tom didn't know the answer to that question either. It was strange, being locked away by the people who created him. He wasn't sure if he was supposed to respect the creators, or detest them.
The brunette pushed that thought aside, and opened the door to the next level of the building.