Brallon Imagines

Special Kind Of Arrogance

Being a guard for prisons isn't easy. You always have the crack heads, the intruders, assassins, the creepy old men, and the ones with a story. That's how it was at this prison. But there was one man feared of the rest. He's been here longer than most, but never fails to make the baddest and eregant person terrified. He has tattoos all on his left arm, and he never really talked about them but when he was in his cell he'd trace certain ones with his finger. He never fought, but when someone tried the gleam in his eyes made them stop. His name was Brendon. Bigger than most of the girls, smaller than some of the men. He's placed in his cell all by himself with a small window only to be opened by a guard. He never slept. When he did he'd scream his self awake. But the only ones who knew was the guards who came up missing the next day. A new man came in. He was almost at the top, practically ahead of his game, but was still a newbie alas. He was taller than most of the people who worked there, and scrony. The last detail was something people over looked. It gave him an advantage. They'd go 'easy on him' because they thought he wasn't that strong. In reality he really was. When he was introduced into the prison he went into the women's side of the prison. They swooned just like they would when they saw Brendon Urie. No reactions were taken, but could be used as advantages because they could see through each person. The officer for arrests, and Brendon for what ever he got him self in here for. When they were both introduced Brendon was laid up against the wall on his bed. His hair slicked backed like usual, and the assigned tank tops and jump suit. A basic pretty boy in prison. "Urie here's your new guard. Don't underestimate him." He just looked up with one glance and smirked. "Oh Martin, you know I always take care of my guards with care. What's this ones name? Let me guess its going to be as generic as these uniforms." The dark skinned guard rolled his eyes at his remarks like usual and continued on."Don't be afraid to mess up dream boat, Weekes." Martin left and threw him the keys to his cell. He got out as fast as he could. He doesn't like making any type of bond with prisoners. Especially with an attractive asshole.

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Once again that0gay0weaboi  saves me with one of their wonderful ideas! Yes, there will be more of this I really like this. Also, I have realized I haven't updated Why Is It Wrong To Think Differently in a whole. Whoops. Anyways my dudes I'll update soon.~Nelly_thefamgirl

Ps. I had a special picture for this and and neither of us could find it.

But here's a replacement: