The Boys (Male Reader Insert): Brothers in Chaos!

Chapter 1: You Up for the Job?

*Oh, hey, gentlemen! Hi, Hyena again here. Now, I know that usually we have warnings like these to make sure we don't trigger anything bad. But, since this is The Boys we're talking about here, let's get the simpler stuff out of the way. Yes, there will be sex, yes, there will be drugs, yes, there will be gore, and yes, there will be all three at the same time. In other words, if we have a sex scene involved, the author won't tag in a warning. FYI

However, if anything serious appears in a chapter/scene, rest assured, I will warn you guys.

Okay, now time for the first chapter! *Pulls down screen*

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Maximum Security Prison: Five Episodes Earlier 

You what sucks about being the kid who got into the wrong crowd? Jail. Yes, people say that as a criminal, you're not supposed to get caught. But because I am a hardcore rule breaker and anarchist with a strong sense of justice, I broke that rule just so I can give them all the middle finger. That's how badass I am, so you bad kids at school and romance novels better watch out. Especially you, Damon Salvatore. You should've died at the end of Season 2.

All I can do in this damn cell is throwing the rubber ball against the wall and catch it. Then I throw it again, and catch it, then I trying playing with physics and ricochet it back into my hand in a different way. However, nine times out of ten, I hit my face instead, giving the guy working the cameras plenty of footage to laugh at. So, I think I deserve some better food for my hard work in keeping this place entertaining, don't I?

Sadly, they don't, because all of these people are tight pieces of shit, just like their mommas who probably dropped them off the second they were conceived. 

Why am I off all people in this kind of prison? Why kind of heinous things did I do you wonder? Well, let's just say that when you get separated from your family more than once, left to live with a wolf pack (not literally) and earn yourself a nickname that makes you feel slightly more important than you really are, you tend to get a little.... carried away.

Now, we sadly don't have much time to think about this, since my glorious ball throwing is rudely interrupted by a weirdo banging his baton against the cell bars. "Hey, Y/N! You got a visitor." The prison guard announces, which I can't help but find interesting. Someone wants to see me? Is it Cassie, my old therapist? I thought she would hate me by now. 

"Name's Hyena, pal, get it right." I correct him with a slightly annoyed tone, since if there's something I get to keep in this damn place, it's my nickname. "I'm gonna be called that by everyone, including the fandom and me in the third person, so you don't want to stand out as the weirdo who called a guy by his real name."

"Get the hell out of the prison, meat, before I whack you." The prison guard seethes in response, clearly not liking to be corrected on his horrible people skills. I shrug as I toss the ball into it's little basket made out of toilet paper before standing up and putting my head against the wall, allowing the man to take me away. "You're a lucky bastard, you know that?" He then says as we walk down the stairs and my friendly neighbors watch me, including T-Bag, my biggest inspiration. Love that guy. "You're being taken into the interrogation room for this visit."

"Ooh, so that means I get to touch their face?" I excitedly asks, turning my head which earns me a rough shove from the guy's baton. "Ow... okay, hurts to be excited I guess."

"Has anyone ever told you to shut up?" The prison guard asks, probably squinting at me, though I can't tell since my back is facing him. I turn back once again and smile at him.

"Many times sir, yes!" 

He shoves again.

"Oof!"