Time for Another Loop (A fanfic about Roblox Pressure)

Prison

Prison. I'm in prison. I don't know how, but I was falsely accused of murder and given a life sentence. Fuck. I'm not going to go into the details of my life before going to prison. All you need to know is that someone... someone got me into this mess, and I so badly needed to get out and prove my innocence. Right now was just me planning on how to get out. Then... Urbanshade came along. I was minding my own business, trying to draw in the recreational area for all of us. They came in, I saw them, and then I had a feeling. Dread. Death. Torture. Blood. Gore. I shook my head and the thought we're gone.

"Get... ahold of yourself Michael."

They then announced that they were looking for prisoner, and any that were interested in a possible pardon would have to come with them. I closed my book immediately and got up. This was my chance! It was like God... the devil... no. It was like God had given me a chance to... a chance to live. I had to shake my head again as I approached them. I obviously was stressed and thinking weird things. I came up to the people, and they simply handed me a contract.

"Don't read it outloud."

That's all that one of the people said. I read it silently as told. I figured out that I could get pardoned, and holy shit the money. Looking around I could see some fellow inmates reading the contract, and they had surprised faces too. I then finished reading the contract. I just had to go through a facility and get a crystal. Seeing that possibility of death was high... well it almost made me think of handing the paper back. Then I remembered the anger. The anger and lust for revenge.

"Pen?"

I got handed a pen, and I drew my signature. They quickly took the clipboard and paper back.

"Wait here while we finish acquiring more... people."

And then I waited. I sat down on a nearby chair and pulled out my book I drew and wrote in. I started to write about how I might get out of here. Out into hell... out into pain. I slapped myself and then scribbled out what I had written.

"Going to need a therapist damn it."

And then I heard the:

"Hey. Follow us." 

I looked up and closed my book. I was just staring at it? They had gotten more people and I stood up. Time to go. They led us to a more discrete part of the prison that led out to a bus. There were more guards here. Somebody opened the back and ushered us in. I stayed silent and sat down. I realized that we weren't getting our belongings, and I actually didn't care. This book that they didn't seem against me taking was all I needed. The doors shut.

And into the fire we went.