Josh Dun x Reader

Prisoner's Dilemma

Warnings: Angst, criminal activity

Word Count: 1305

Your POV

"C'mon, Josh, let's go!" you said impatiently, tapping the dash of the car as you did so.

Josh turned the key again, but the car only spluttered and died once again. You turned and looked through the rear window of the car, the lights were growing closer.

"It won't go," Josh said in defeat, his hand dropping from the keys.

"Well then what are our other options? We can't just stay here."

Josh turned and looked at you, "Look around us, Y/N, where are we going to go?"

You turned and grabbed the duffel bag from the backseat, pulling it into your lap, "We've been on the run for seven years now, and I'm not about to give it all up because you just choose to sit here."

You opened the car door and stepped outside, immediately pulling your hood up. Sirens were audible in the distance, but you kept your chin up and kept walking. Josh could fend for himself from now on, you were better off working on your own anyway.

You heard the car door slam behind you, but you didn't dare turn around. If he really cared about you staying, he could come after you. Sirens continued to grow closer, but you remained focused on getting away as fast as you could.

"Y/N!"

You kept walking.

"They're going to be here any second, we're stronger together."

You said nothing.

"If we get caught, remember our deal. We both stay quiet, no matter what they offer us."

The sirens were directly behind you now. You could hear yelling, but you kept walking. At this point, it was useless, but you didn't care.

"Put your hands in the air!"

You spun on your heel, immediately pulling your gun up in defense. Three cops were standing behind you, their weapons aimed directly at you. Behind them, you could see Josh pressed up against your getaway car being handcuffed.

"Drop the weapon and nobody gets hurt."

You sighed and tossed your weapon on the ground in front of you. Slowly, you raised your hands in defeat.

"The bag too."

You dropped the bag to the ground at your feet and kicked it away from you. One of the cops rushed forward and grabbed your hands, forcing them behind your back. Another grabbed the bag and unzipped it, revealing all the money that you and Josh had just stolen. The cop shoved your back, leading you towards the mass of cop cars.

Seven years of meticulous planning, not leaving a single trace, and numerous aliases, down the drain.

Josh's POV

I watched as they led her towards another one of the cop cars. She kept her head bent low, and the anger on her face was evident. I should have gone with her, together we could have made it out of here. What was I thinking?

"That your girlfriend?" the cop sitting in the front seat asked.

"No," I answered, pulling my gaze away from the window. "Just a friend."

"Pretty hot friend you got there."

My hands autonomously balled into fists. If it weren't for the handcuffs on my wrists and the bars dividing the backseat from the front, I would have decked the guy. He had no right to talk about Y/N like that. Another cop slid into the passenger seat of the car.