𝙼𝚢 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢, 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝙼𝚊𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 (Eddie Gluskin × Trans Male Reader)

2. Cell Mates

♤Y/N POV♤

Yeah, ok, this place is REALLY fuckin sketchy and it's only been a week. I found another guy who also hates this place and borrowed a laptop and onion router from him for Waylon. We both decided to write an email to an investigative reporter named Miles Upshure.

"Hey, they're calling for you. Hurry before they get suspicious." He frantically types out the last sentence and clicks enter. "Stay safe, I'll be waiting in here."

I sit in the chair and spin. Not even a minute later Mr Blair is bursting through the door and storming towards me, "I know what you two have been up to and I'm gonna put an end to it." A guard comes up and grabs my arm. "Take him to the first projector room, Mr Park will be joining him in room two. Such a shame that you are cute but, rather stupid." The gaurd drags me off. I don't even make a noise out of shock.

'I thought we were safe. What the fuck?!'

The man tells me to strip and change into scruffy clothing. I turn away and begin to undress down to my underwear. As I reach for the 'new' clothing he grabs my wrist, "Underwear too." My whole body freezes up knowing that I will be outed as a trans man.

His intercom turns on calling him back for Waylon. "Hey Roy, can you look over this one while I'm gone?" I low gravely voice responds, "Yeah." The gaurd leaves the room and before the other guy comes in I already have my pants up. The shirt is a little baggy on me, but it works.

The Roy guy laughs, "If I would've known any better, I would've thought you were a girl. Come on shorty, we've gotta get you settled in that chair." God this is embarrassing. I slowly move to sit in the chair and a man dressed in a gaurds uniform closes the metal bars over my wrists.

Minutes later an unconscious Waylon is placed in the chair next to me.

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Two hours pass. Two hours of a mindless video engraving itself into our minds. Until the screams begin. The projectors shut off and the metal bars click open. Some sort of shadow killed the man in the third room, his guts hanging on the wall. Thats...not good.

"Waylon, are you ok?", just as I say this he grabs his head and groans. "I'll take that as a yes. Waylon stumbles forward and grabs a camera.

"You think you're safe in there. Wall flower. Pretty flower. Fucking... I'll open you up and show you. Make you purr. You wait right there.", I watch in fear as a patient walks past to the control panel. The doors all open.

With his back turned, Waylon and I run out into a hallway closing the door in the man's face.

Once we reach the hall, we are faced with a group of lunatics torturing a doctor through a plastic sheet wall. "This can't get much worse, right?" Waylon shrugs and raises his eyebrows.

"You. No observers. Come in.", they all stop to stare at us. "Well I'm taking that as an invitation." I grab Waylon's hand and drag him along as sirens blared. We round the corner to be met by the black cloud like man. Waylon drags me into a blood filled room to hide. "So it CAN get worse." He rolls his eyes.

We wait for the Walrider to pass through before we join those lovely gentlemen in the therapy room.

"Our peeping Tom and his friend, come to join our therapy session. Here, take the blade. Dig around in our friend here, get a little red on your hands. It's always healthy to express yourself. You keep it bottled up to long and you might do something you regret." Before the man with the blade can continue I cut him off.

"We would actually like to find a way through, sorry we disturbed your session." The man grunts and nods at the door. They allow us to pass through.

"How did you do that?", Waylon stares down at me. "Just say something reasonable that won't get you killed. It gets easier once you've learned to walk on egg shells. Trust me."

A man stood from a chair and began chasing us through the hall. We ran through rooms and found a vent in a pantry-like room and climbed through.

Waylon stops me in the vent to eves drop on two men. Something about a raido room and contacting the national gaurd.

We drop into a room and push a metal locker from the door. Continuing to travel through we find a man in a decontamination chamber asking to be freed. As soon as we open the door he is being murdered. "Well shit, guess he's dead. Lets go."

I grab his arm and drag him through the hall and the decontamination chamber with the Walrider on our tail. "This is so much fun." My sarcastic tone and horrible comedic timing make Waylon groan in frustration.

"Oh shut up, I know you love me." He smiles and wraps his arm around my shoulder, "After this we can be drinking buddies."

The chamber opens to a large room with an exit sign at the end and some offices. Waylon grabs a paper and balls it up in frustration, "Now they're lying to my wife. I should have been more careful. And I definitely shouldn't have gotten you involved. I'm so sorry (Y/N)." Sighing and shaking my head, "Listen, I knew this would be a dangerous job. I'm just glad that you chose me to tell the truth. And I'd probably be dead without you." He nodded in agreement.

"Hey, do you think it's safe to climb up there?" He climbed up on some palettes and onto the plywood path above, "Yup."

On the other side we land and find a cannibals kitchen with the sound of a buzz saw. "It can get sooo much worse." We silently walk through the kitchen and into the lunch room where we could see the man cutting up bodies. Waylon went first and the head in the microwave popped with blood splattered across his face. He looks absolutely mortified yet I'm holding back laughter.

"Don't you look at us. I love him." And that's what broke me. "Sure ya do buddy." Waylon yanks me through and into a large bathroom. I gently grab his face and use my sleeve to wipe off the blood on his face. "You okay?" He turns away, "Yeah, it's just some blood."

AN: Yeah, I'm watching markiplier to make this fanfic.