emotional // blurryface ; crybaby

[the meeting]

Once i was given my orange jumpsuit, i changed and then I was led to my cell. An hour later, i was sitting in my cell, staring at the ceiling. Thinking to myself; "why did i do that?" I should've controlled myself. I really should've.
Suddenly out of nowhere, i heard a voice. It was incredibly deep. It seemed like someone was murmuring to themselves. I couldn't quite tell what they were saying, but i didn't really care to be honest. While i kept thinking and wondering why i acted that way, i couldn't help but wonder who was the one murmuring: It didn't escape my mind. I decided to go and investigate. I stood up, and noticed that there was another cell beside me. I guess i didn't notice before because the cell was extremely dark, like, there was no lights or anything. I looked through the bars that held me captive, and noticed someone. Someone sitting in the corner. I can't really describe them because i can barely see them. Although, i notice they have a red beanie, and what appears to be black hands. This person is hella strange. I didn't notice i was staring at them, until they finally spoke.

"I see you there, y'know."

I was really shocked. Damn, their voice is really, i mean really, deep. It almost sounds like someone edited their voice and put it on low pitch.
After thinking a bit, i decided to reply.

"Oh, um, really?"

Oh god, i'm so fucking dumb. I couldn't think of anything else to reply to be honest.

"Yes, and you should probably stop looking. I don't see why anyone would want to look at me."

I was really surprised with their reply. I cleared my throat.
They finally came out of the dark and stood up. I realized it was a man, with as i thought, a red beanie, and his hands were covered with black paint as well as his neck. He stood right in front of me, with of course, our cell bars separating us. Then he spoke again.

"What's your name?"

"C-Crybaby."

"Wow, that's a strange name."

"I know, i get told that a lot. To be real honest, i hate my name."

"If you dislike it so much, is there anything else you'd like me to call you?"

"You don't have to, it's okay."

"Hm, what about Cry?"

Cry. I never really thought about that, but i like it.

"I like it, a lot."

"Then Cry it is."

His voice was so soothing, even if was really deep. For some reason it calmed me, and i really liked that.

"I'm Blurryface, by the way."

"What do you think about Blurry?"

"I like it. Blurry. It's unique."

I softly smiled at him. Honestly he was very, very attractive. Like i've never seen a man as attractive as him.

"So, why are you here? Like, in prison?"

My face turned a deep red at his question. I wasn't planning on telling him i murdered a girl. But, i spoke.

"I-i, um, killed a girl. Her name was Beth Anne. And i killed her."

He was shocked at my response. What else was i expecting.

"Huh, a murderer? Didn't expect it."

"Why is that? You didn't expect a girl like me to kill?"

The conversation ended when a police officer came to my cell.

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A/n: well that was chapter 2! I hope you all liked it. I actually don't know what should happen next, i still have terrible writers block. If you have any ideas of what should happen next please comment them down bellow! Writing this chapter took me 2 hours and if i have any spelling mistakes please tell me! Thank you so much for 26 reads by the way! Bye!