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A Night To Remember - Yancy

Warning: A Heist With Markiplier spoilers

Scenario: this takes place after the "Prison life for me" ending (I think that's how it's called).

Anyway, enjoy!
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You opened your eyes, sighing.

You couldn't sleep. Again.

Something had been bothering you for a while, making you wake up in the middle of the night, but you couldn't seem to figure out what it was.

Maybe a sudden noise, or a recurring nightmare, but it seemed very unlikely that the same noise would happen every night at the same hour and you  couldn't even remember it, and if it truly was because of a nightmare, then you probably had memory problems, because you just... Couldn't remember it.

You looked at your watch, a birthday gift that was given to you last year by Mr. Murder-Slaughter, the warden of the place you're currently in.

It was around three a.m.
Just like yesterday, and the day before that, and countless other days before that one.

You were starting to hate it.

You tried closing your eyes and going back to sleep, but as usual it didn't work.

You tried meditating, thinking of a happy place, enjoying the silence around you... Nothing.

Nothing helped.

So you did what you always did in these situations.

You got up, trying to make as least noise as possible, and left your cell, that for some reason was never really locked.

You walked down the corridor, passing by the cells of many friends of yours, and got to the staircase in the main hall.

You looked around, as if you weren't aware that the cameras in the place weren't actually operational, and walked up towards the last floor.

Once you got there, you walked down some more corridors and finally arrived to your favourite spot: the rooftop.

The rooftop of the prison is just like every other rooftop a big building (like a school or a hospital) has: it's just cement with a high fence all around the edges to avoid people could fall down.

Yes, there were some benches and things like that, but since the rooftop wasn't used by the prisoners and was just for maintenance purposes, they were all in a state of decay and actually pretty dangerous.

You sighed.

This was your favourite place out of all the ones you could go in this prison.

It was quiet, you could see the night sky (which at that hour of the night was simply wonderful) and, best of all, only you and a couple other people knew how to get there.

You closed the door behind you and walked towards your secret hiding spot, where you kept your most precious belongings, as well as a blanket to lie in when up on there, since how cold it could get at night.

You wrapped yourself in the blanket and walked back to the main area of the rooftop.

Then you spread it on the floor and lied down on it, looking up at the sky.

This was the only thing that could help you clear your head off your thoughts and be able to sleep for the rest of the night.

But unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, fate had a different plan for you, that day.

Suddently, you heard the door to the rooftop open.

You panicked, worrying it might be a guard, or worse, the warden.