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𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒄𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒑𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒃𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏

    ❛❛ YA, YA, YA! ❜❜ 212 POUNDED AND shouted on one of the side doors in the room, glaring angrily out through the small window where she was able to see a triangle-masked guard just standing there, staring at her. "Open the door, you jerks! I have to pee really bad, right now! Don't you jerks ever take a leak!? Let me use the restroom! I gotta go now!"

    Silence answered her.

    "Hey, just let me use the bathroom for one second!" She pleaded as she placed both hands on the door in desperation. "Jeez, come on! Look, it's mostly men in here, okay? Want a puddle here?"

    He still said nothing.

    "Damn it!" She kicked on the door. "Damn you, scumbags! I hope you're ashamed! Treat us like humans, damn it! Who do you think you are!?"

    "Don't you ever shut up!?" (Y/n) yelled almost right next to her, startling 212 since a pillow was thrown at her in irritation. "I've been trying to go to sleep for the past two damn hours... and I was just about nodding off before you woke me with your fucking screeching! Wait until the morning, dammit!"

    "You..." 212 pointed at her in disgust. "You're probably even worse than these damn guards."

    "Oh, why?" She stood up with a stretch as she fumbled around for her patch, standing up and moving to tie it around her eye as she approached the other woman. "Because I speak the truth?"

    "No... because you're a fucking hypocrite," 212 snarled before turning back to the door. "And you... triangle... I don't need you. Get me your superior."

    "Hey... you're not Triangle 001," (Y/n) hummed as she crossed her arms over her chest.

    "Who the fuck is that?"

    "One of the guards. He's my friend."

    "You're bat-shit crazy, you know that?" 212 scoffed in disbelief as she cupped the back of her neck and started walking around in little circles.