[Waking up stuck in a small, dark space was something Flandre was used to.
Usually that small dark space was not trying to squish her. Or keeping her from moving, which this was. Her wings were folded uncomfortably flat on her back and her toes were already getting a bit numb, and she had no idea how much time had gone by since she woke up (always a fuzzy recollection at best) and when she heard a noise. Light was peeking in through the cracks of whatever was keeping her squished, but she could still hear.]
Who's there?
[She could still move one of her arms. She scratched at the nearest surface she could get at, making a loud grating sound. Must have been metal.]
B. Saturday
Usually that small dark space was not trying to squish her. Or keeping her from moving, which this was. Her wings were folded uncomfortably flat on her back and her toes were already getting a bit numb, and she had no idea how much time had gone by since she woke up (always a fuzzy recollection at best) and when she heard a noise. Light was peeking in through the cracks of whatever was keeping her squished, but she could still hear.]
Who's there?
[She could still move one of her arms. She scratched at the nearest surface she could get at, making a loud grating sound. Must have been metal.]
I think I'm stuck.