Binck unceremoniously dumped Echo's body onto the floor, groaning as he shook out his arms and legs. Tomato just glanced over, feeling sorry for the boy.

"He doesn't look heavy, does he?" Binck questioned, staring down at the somehow still sleeping bumblebee. Even though he'd been heaved onto the ground like that, he remained asleep, soundly sucking his thumb and curled into the same ball he'd been in for the entire ride. "Or, am I just weak?"

He looked at his arms in confusion. They weren't exactly ripped by any means, but Binck never really aimed to get bulky, soooo it was okay, right? He pouted slightly. Tomato just chuckled softly, patting Binck on the shoulder. "You're fine. Maybe he's just heavier than he looks."

(A/N: Echo canon fat)

Upon reaching the Red Latch facility, Echo had completely refused to wake up, staying attached to the spot he had fallen onto. It stopped Binck and Tomato from getting off the coach, so Binck lifted him up and carried him off the coach.

He'd ended up carrying the other boy much longer than expected, through the corridors and all the way to the door labelled with a neon red 'Z'.

His player card read that he'd been ranked 295, in this Z Team alongside Echo and Tomato. Both were ranked higher than him, which slightly ticked him off, but he just smiled and ignored it.

Binck glanced around the room as he walked in - a few people were already there, chatting amongst themselves in twos and threes. A line of lockers stood along one side of the room, and Binck beckoned Tomato over. "Looks like we all have a locker!”

They walked over, Binck finding Locker 295 quickly. Inside was a form-fitting sort of training suit, as well as a water bottle and a small piece of paper.

He took the paper out, looking at the words printed on one side.

Leave all personal belongings in the locker, including all mobile devices and jewelry. The only things to keep for yourself are your underwear and the provided water bottle and training suit. All your personal belongings may be retrieved once the project has ended or upon your disqualification from the project.

Binck sighed dramatically. He hadn't brought anything - he didn't own a phone, for personal reasons - but it sounded just like the words spoken to him upon the entrance of The Exaltation Project. He took the training suit out before peeking around the room.

Once it felt like nobody had their attention on him, he removed his hoodie and jeans, shoving it all into the locker. The cold air of the tiny concrete room hit his bare skin, goosebumps rising on his arms as he shivered.

He held the suit at arm's length while looking over it. It was black with red lines criss-crossing over it, and as he pinched it, he found it to be made of thin nylon. And it was also the most unflattering thing he'd ever seen, hugging the body literally everywhere.

"HEY, TINY!" Binck yelped, spinning around to see a blond boy stomping towards him. His eyes were narrowed with anger, and his teeth were clenched together, showing pointed, almost shark-like shapes.

"Me?" He pointed to himself, and the boy growled - like, actually growled.

"YES, YOU!" He stomped up to Binck. "What are you doing, just standing there holding the uniform? If you're gonna put it on, stop wasting time preening and do it!"

"Um..." Binck struggled to find a response. "I was just looking at it. Do we really have to wear it?"