His Letters:
To the family of Declan Urmazd:
I'm sorry.
My name is Tyler Galpin and I'm the monster who killed your son. My monster is called a Hyde. Whenever I get too angry or scared, I shift into the Hyde, and I can't control what it does. Declan was part of the task force sent to bring me here after what I did back home, and when he came to take me away, I shifted. But every day now, I wish I hadn't.
I've been talking with someone who was hurt by a monster, and I know scars like this don't go away. I'm starting to realize how much damage I've done, and that I can't reverse any of it. If there's anything I can do to make this easier for you, tell me and I'll do it.
I am so sorry. From his file, your son seems like he was a great man, and it's my fault that he's not here anymore.
I've asked my warden to send this letter. I know it isn't much. I hope you can find a way to forgive me, but I understand if you can't.
- Tyler Galpin
There are other letters, spread all over your couch. To the family of Eli Amahan, to the family of Olivia Black. To the family of a lot more you don't recognize: Eugene Ottinger, Rowan Laslow, Valerie Kinbott, and others. But they all read similarly, and you send them all. Not through the USOAT post, but by scanning them to Sheriff Galpin. He will see them.
He will believe them.
Day 69:
Sheriff Galpin mailed his letters. You show the monster the text that confirms the mailing as soon as you get it, and he takes in a shaky breath, nodding.
"Okay," he says. "Okay."
You nod to him, then head upstairs for fitness reqs.
Your hand pauses on the smooth wood of the bannister, halfway through pulling yourself up.
"You did the right thing, you know," you say, turning your head to glance back. "They'll either appreciate it or they'll have the chance to. Either way, that's- that's something to be proud of."
"I didn't do it for you," he repeats.
"Then you can be proud for yourself," you say, and turn back to the world upstairs, where your fitness reqs are waiting.
Day 75:
Today is Valentine's. You wake up in the special pair of pajamas you brought with you. They stand out among the white sheets and walls, bright red silk. You don't have fresh roses, but you do your best to decorate the Bubble by cutting little hearts out of the thick, red sheets of paper you found in storage.
When the counter, couch, and beds are sufficiently scattered with the little red hearts and the walls plastered with big ones, you make the monster's sandwiches, cutting them into hearts and packaging them up so they'll keep for the day.
Other than that, the day is uneventful. You hum to yourself, painting pink skies and eating sweets.
Uneventful, that is, until your call with Afua.
Until he tells you that the barnacles on your ship need to be gone within the week.
Day 77:
"It wasn't too bad," Aliyah tells you, holding up her scraper. "Just feed your monster and do it first thing. You put on your wetsuit and equipment and you go under, you find the connector and you scrape the barnacles off. It's uncomfortable, but it's over quickly."
Mary shudders. "Not to scare you or anything, but it's awful down there. Cold. Dark. Awful."
"But we got through it, right?" Deion reminds her. "And you're fine now. You won't have to do it again until Move Out."
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Friends With Time ⌛ (Tyler Galpin x Reader)
Fanfiction"𝕮𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖚𝖑 𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊 𝖒𝖆𝖉𝖊 𝖋𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖘 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊..." After his arrest in Jericho, you are assigned to be Tyler Galpin's warden: to monitor his progress, to keep him alive, and, most importantly: to make sure he doesn't esca...
