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V3 | 6.0: Interrogation

Hey wazzup my fellow Sally simps. You must be shocked that I decided to stay to my word(mostly)!
Anyways, be glad. 'Cus I'm bouta disappear for another 3 weeks.
Y'know what.. Fuck a pre-note. This shit is bouta go hard.
EN-FUCKING-JOY.

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3RD P.O.V

It was extremely late at night, the darkness consumed the surrounding area, turning buildings in which buildings that were normal in the morning to become dark and menacing. It was twisted with the uncertainty of safety and a never ending chilling feeling behind your back.

Somewhere around this empty town was what it'd seem to be 3 AM. Around 5 hours from what happened. And inside of the D.H.O.R.K.S facility, deep, deep down, something that seemed to never end were a hidden room big enough just for two chairs, and one table to fit in.

Inside the room there was Y/N, he had his face laid out on the table, still passed out from the gas. It appeared that the guards took notice of his unusual strength, and bounded him with chains and several weights that was close to 300 LBS.

They obviously wanted NO chances of him ever escaping. Just wasn't too sure if it was enough, in the meanwhile, Interrogator Soul Goodymun sat in front of Y/N, carefully watching his sleeping body to make sure he made no sudden movements to escape.

Suddenly, Soul pressed a button on his chest, it made a clicking sound following my an echoey static. 

Soul: "Hey, uh, guards. Is this dude ever going to wake up? Did Agent one OR two ever speak about an estimate?"

Guard #1: "Uh.. No sir, not at all from what I'm aware of."

Soul: "Yeah, well, I've been sitting here for the past two hours just staring at him like a dumbass while simultaneously having to take a massive shit and being jealous of his god-like physique."

Guard #1: "Sir, I'm sure it's not THAT good."

Guard #2: "You sure, #1? His abs looked like they were suffocating."

Guard #1: "He could've been wearing a middle-sized sweat shirt or something!"

Soul leaned forward, grabbing onto Y/N's backneck and lifting up his shirt, his eyes widening.

Soul: "My fucking god this asshole wears an extra large!"

Y/N: "Take your fucking hands off me."

Soul: "OOOH SHIT! HOLY MOTHER OF JESUS. You scared me, asscrack. I thought you were gonna be knocked out for longer!"

Y/N: "No, dumbass. Your poison and sleep gas mix was only a type-c effect. It's not as good as anything anybody in Hell could make."

Soul: "Type-C? Effect? The hell does your kind call these things.. Whatever, doesn't matter. As of now, you are under custody, and you will be interrogated. Every movement and every word you speak will be documented and carefully picked at to decipher anything that may help us understand you and the underworld more."

Y/N: "Uh-huh.. And what if I don't answer anything?

Soul: "We've already prepared for that, we have several truth serums, and torture devices TO make you answer."

Y/N: "Oh, cool."

Soul: "Alright then, I'll begin the questioning..."

Y/N silently watched as Soul went to a clipboard next to him, grabbing a pen from his suit pocket and raising it up, looking at Y/N.

Soul: "First of all, what are you?"

Y/N: "I don't know. You can call me a demon, or an imp, or a monster. I don't care."