((*screams* sorRy I haven't updated this in a while.
Life just happens, y'know?
I'll try to write some more chapters and update more often.))

Not Tom twisted the doorknob that led into the hallway of the next level of the building, and he and the rest of the clones walked through the door.
This hallway wasn't much different from the last. It had the same blue hue, and the same dull lights.
The only difference was that there were metal doors with large white numbers on them lining the walls of the hall.
"I wonder what all those doors lead to," Not Tom thought aloud.
"They probable lead to the other rejects- if there are any..." Realistic Matt told him.
"The cloning machine must have been really bad if all the reject rooms are full," Torm stated. "It makes me wonder just how many clones were made, and how many were actually successful,"
"WE?? Not sucCESsful?? wE nO GoOD?" Scribble asked.
"I-I g-guess we aren't good..." Tomatoredd mumbled.
"Come on guys, don't say that!" Not Tom exclaimed. "The creators have drilled it into our heads from the beginning of our existence that we're all failures, when we haven't even been given a fair chance at life. We aren't just clones. We're people too."
"Sure, great poet Mistake Tom," Torm grumbled. "I don't see what's so great about being a clone."
"I'm just saying, we shouldn't be judged yet because we technically have done nothing wrong! The creators just wanted to use us! And since we have no use to them...." Not Tom trailed off when he realized what he had just said.
"What was that?" Torm asked.  "The part where you said we have no use to them? Why do you think that is, Mistake?"
Not Tom looked down, refusing to answer and accepting defeat.
"Exactly," Torm spoke proudly, a smirk spreading from ear to ear. "They locked us away because we're of no use to them. We're all useless."
All the clones walked on in silence, lost in their thoughts about what Torm had just said.
Were they really useless? Not Tom didn't want to believe it was the truth, but when Torm said it, it seemed so clear.
Was their only purpose just to serve the creators? How could he have failed at such a simple task?
The brit was pulled out of his thoughts when he realized that the hallway they were going down had forked. Now there were two directions to go down.
"What the?? This isn't on the map!" Not Tom exclaimed, looking at the paper in his hands with a confused expression.
"What do we do now?" Realistic Matt asked.
"Sh-Should we ju-ust turn back?" Tomatoredd probed.
"Well...we didn't come all this way for nothing." Not Tom said.
"I say we should split up." Torm spoke. "I go this way, and the rest of you stay far away from me."
The man started to walk down the left hall.
"mE COMe tOO!!" Scribble squeaked, skipping after Torm.
Not Tom groaned. "Matt, go look after Scribs. Meet us back here if you find an elevator, or another way out,"
"Gotcha." Realistic Matt nodded and walked down the left fork of the hall to catch up with Torm and Scribble.
"Tomatoredd, you're coming with me," Not Tom stated as he started walking down the right fork of the hallway. The amalgamate followed close behind.
After a while of walking in silence, Tomatoredd piped up.
"H-Hey...Tom?"
Not Tom looked up at the taller clone, whom was holding the wrench he was given close to his body.
"Wh-what do you th-think Bing and Larry were p-planning to d-do...with us?"
Not Tom shrugged. "I'm not sure. All I remember is being put in the cinema to watch a movie...it was probably some sort of test."
"O-Oh...I wonder wh-what for..." Tomatoredd mumbled.
Not Tom could say the same for himself.
He didn't remember much of when he was created. All he could see was metal arms...metal arms poking and prodding, invading his personal space. Then everything went black again.
When he woke up he had just passed the experience off as some weird fever dream. Then he was put into a cinema with a bunch of people that looked just like him and his friends. He didn't notice it at first, though.
The hallway was twisting onwards for a long time, and there was noting but doors as far as the eye could see.
It made Not Tom curious about the other clones. Why had they been locked away like the rest of them?
Maybe it was because of the way they looked.
Maybe the other clones had the wrong colour hoodie, or wrong colour eyes.
Maybe they thought wrong.
Maybe they thought they were Tord when they looked like Edd.
Or maybe, somewhere, there was another clone who was just like him. Another clone who said the wrong thing at the wrong time.
"Tom, l-look out!" Tomatoredd exclaimed, putting an arm protectively in front of Not Tom and holding him back from walking.
"What is it??" He asked. He had been so lost in his thoughts that he didn't even notice what Tomatoredd was so scared about.
The taller of the two pointed up towards a camera. They were currently in its blind spot.
"Wow...that's the first one I've noticed. I hope we haven't just been strolling by cameras this whole time. Bing and Larry could be looking for us as we speak!" He said.
"H-How do we get p-past it?" the red head asked.
"I don't think there's any other way around...where we're standing right now seems like the only blind spot..." Not Tom stated.
"Sh-shoot...well...we're g-gonna have t-to find a way to t-take it out.."
"Oh! I got it! Throw your wrench at it!"
"B-but wouldn't that make a lot o-of n-noise?"
"I don't think we have any other choice right now..."
Tomatoredd inhaled sharply. "Okay."
He looked up at the camera, then down at the big rusty wrench he was holding. With one good throw, he managed to knock the camera out of the wall. Now it hung from a bunch of wires.
The man picked up his wrench that had clattered to the ground, and started whacking the camera fiercely, and it fell down from the wires in broken pieces on the floor.
Not Tom nodded a bit.
"Good. I just hope there aren't too many cameras around. Having to do that a bunch of times would be tedious. And I can't even help because all I have is a screw driver!"
Tomatoredd giggled a bit, and a small smile spread across Not Tom's face.
The two continued to walk down the hallway, keeping a careful eye out for any more cameras.
 Suddenly there were footsteps and voices coming down the hallway.
"Did you make sure to lock every single door behind you?" Asked a voice.
"Yes, sir, I've locked everything..." replied another. This voice was sort of familiar, so he could only assume that it was Larry's voice.
Not Tom glanced over at Tomatoredd, who looked very panicked.
Where could they go? There was nothing to hide behind in the hallway, and he didn't know where any of the doors would lead him.
The footsteps sounded closer.
"Okay. I just need to take one of the rejects from the rooms. I need to run a quick experiment." The first voice said.
"Alright sir. Any room in particular?" Larry asked.
Not Tom didn't want to stick around to hear the rest of the conversation. He opened the door to the room he was closest to, and pulled Tomatoredd in with him, shutting the door swiftly.
Both of the men now stood with their backs against the door, breathing heavily.
When he finally caught his breath, Not Tom spoke.
"That was close..."
Tomatoredd nodded in reply.
Not Tom looked around at the room they were in.
It was a small office, with a spinning chair and a large desk. In front of the desk, there were a bunch of screens. Upon closer inspection, Not Tom realized the screens were showing places in the building.
"This is the surveillance room!" He said to Tomatoredd.
Both of them walked up to the desk, taking a closer look at the screens.
Right now he could see the previous floor, and the floor they were currently on. He made out the shapes of Torm, Realistic Matt, and Scribble walking down the halls, as well as Larry and some other man dressed in a white button-up shirt. The man was most likely Bing.
"W-We can use this t-to find out how t-to get onto th-the next floor," Tomatoredd stated.
Not Tom nodded in agreement.
"Good idea."
He took a pencil from the desk and turned the paper they had drawn the map on to the other side. He was going to fix the map, to help them better execute their escape.
Based on the camera feed, he made a map of this floor, and kept the design of the map they had for the floor below and floor below.
"I made a new map." Not Tom stated proudly.
"The old one we had was inaccurate,"
"Th-that's good.." Tomatoredd said. "B-but what about th-the others? Bing a-and Larry are still o-out th-there, what if th-they bump into each o-other?"
Not Tom frowned and glanced towards the camera feed. He could see Torm, Scribble, and Realistic Matt walking down the halls, but he couldn't see the creators.
"Wait a second...where did they go?" He asked.
Suddenly, the door to the room opened, and  the people standing there sure weren't the other clones.