Note: inspired off of the Stanford Prison Experiment
So how the fuck did I get here? How the fuck is Klay and I handcuffed, leaning on each other's backs, practically naked, and all tied up to each other on the floor? Well it's a long story. Let me tell you before LeBron decides to beat us with his stick.
I walked into practice one day with a newspaper ad.
"$500 bucks for each person who does this little experiment!" I announced.
"Whoa Steph, where'd you find this?" Draymond grabbed the ad.
"It was hanging outside on a post."
Klay peeked at the writing. "Prison experiment..." he read.
"Yeah!" I responded. "We should all totally do it. I mean, it's for science and we can donate the money."
"Huh," Kevin responded. "Seems legit."
"Aight sweet, let's do it."
Then we did it.
We all signed up and expected a procedure. It came unexpectedly.
"Let me go!" I protested as the policeman shoved my face into the car surface, smashing my cheeks all over the shiny gloss.
"You're under arrest," the officer said.
"For what?"
"Robbery."
"What?! What did I rob?"
He shoved me into the car and shut the door. I was stuck. The policeman then back around and entered into the front seat.
"Sir–"
"Shut up."
I shut up. This was supposedly all part of the experiment. But it felt so real.
I couldn't see anything. A blindfold was tied around my eyes. Then I was grabbed out of the car and led into a dark, cold place. I couldn't really tell where I was. Maybe at a prison? But it didn't feel that cold...
Oh shit.
He pushed me down into a wooden seat and suddenly stripped me of my clothes. For a second I was cold and naked, and I was so confused. Was this really part of the experiment?
I was scared. It didn't feel right.
"M-my name is Stephen Curr—"
"Shut the fuck up, Prisoner 2389."
A hospital gown was wrapped around me and I wasn't as naked as before. My butt was still exposed. I could feel a chain being attached at my ankle, causing a loud clang every time I took a step. Prisoner 2389? What's that?
I was shoved into another room, and I could hear a set of metal bars shut closed. I expected to be alone so I took off my blindfold.
"Thank God," a voice said.
I turned towards the sound to find Klay clutching himself with disbelief.
"I would hug you, but I'm naked," my teammate joked.
I noticed Kevin chilling on the rustic bed while Draymond looked at me with crossed arms.
"Bruh, what the fuck is this," Dray commented.
"Calm down, it's just the experiment," Kevin assured.
"Then where the hell is the rest of the team?"
"Over here," a voice called out from the next cell.
I ran to the bars and attempted to stick my head out. I couldn't, but I was at least able to reach a hand out. I called out, "Shaun?"
"And Andre," the next teammate called out. "We also got Nick and Javale."
"Yo," Kevin interrupted. "Is everyone naked?"
A chorus of yesses rang throughout the building.
"God dammit..." Kevin muttered.
Draymond jived in. "Yea, no shit. This is humiliating."
I could sense Klay directly behind me. He seemed oddly quiet.
"What's up?" I turned around.
"This is the experiment, right?"
"Yeah! Yeah, totally."
"Then why did those cops molest me a couple minutes ago."
I frowned. I didn't have a comeback for that. We suddenly heard the heavy pounding of footsteps enter the room.
"Alrighty then prisoners," the main guard announced. "We'll let you all out and you're going to line up so we can do a roll call."
And so we did. I knew that in the experiment, the guards were real people as well who signed up for this like we did. This experiment should be fairly easy...
"What's your name sir?" the main guard said to my teammate at the very end.
"Kevin Durant."
"No you're not. You're Prisoner 0443."
"Fiiine. Prisoner 0443."
"Don't fine me," the guard moved on.
The voice seemed so familiar...who was the guard? I peeked over with my eyes. LEBRON?
I wanted to scream. I knew he'd act like the little sadist he was to my team especially.
"Prisoner 6842."
"Prisoner 7363."
Then it was my turn. Shit, what was my number?
"Hey," LeBron leaned in to my face so that I could feel his breath. "What's your name?" He quietly muttered bitch in my ears.
"Prisoner 2389," I muttered and glared at him. He moved on.
Andre was being stupid. LeBron got to him and glared intensely.
"Name's Dickface," Andre chuckled.
"My dick bouta be in your face if you don't follow the rules, got it Prisoner 3769?"
"Ooh, Prisoner '69? My kinda number."
LeBron whipped out a police baton. "Get the fuck on the ground and gimme 20 push-ups!"
"Aight." Andre nonchalantly proceeded to do the push-ups.
Once LeBron got to the very, Andre completed his punishment and elicited the correct response. Easy, right?
It was until meal time.
Javale looked at his plate. "No veggies? I'm vegan."
"Eat you're food," one of the shorter guards commanded. I think it was Kyrie.
Author's Note: I'm planning on finishing this, I just wanted to let y'all read what I've got so far.
