SERIES DISCONTINUED :C
I wanted to write a Gally x reader story because Gally gets a lot of hate sometimes and he's underrated :/
Some of this will be my own little AU of what I believe are the sexualities of the characters, gender identities, inclu...
~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~. Stressed Out - Twenty One Pilots 🎵 ~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.
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"Why are you doing this to me!?" You try to fight free, jerking your body away as much as you can but you're strapped down in place. Still, the tattoo artist is forced to stop. With his face mask on, he looks up at Ava behind you who watches you in the chair you're stuck down in.
"I can't tattoo her tracker if she keeps moving."
"Y/n, please. Calm down-"
"NO!" You try to look up at her, but she simply stares down at you.
"I don't want this tracker! I'm not an animal!" You scream, trying to tug again. Trying to tug away. But your arms are strapped down with leather restraints as are your ankles.
"All members of Group Z are to be given tracking tattoos." You hear a voice speak over the intercom and you feel tears stream down your face as your chest begins to shake.
"Who is this Group Z anyway!?" You cry out. "Why don't I get to meet them?!"
"You'll get to meet them one day. Your group is the most vile and important group of them all." Ava says in a hushed whisper behind you, trying to calm you down. But it only nerves you more as you sense something to happen.
"We'll wake you up when it's all over."
You suddenly feel something harsh sting the side of your neck and you let out a loud scream, your vision going blurry and your body going numb.
Your words slur as you try to make sense of reality. To stay awake. But it's no use. And you feel your head fall, your mind plunging into eternal darkness.
