Warden-x-Reader: Love by the Watchtower Light

Waking up in Superjail

 Your head ached, as your eyes slowly fluttered open and winced at the bright light above you. You don't remember what exactly happened after NOVA picked you up and dangled you like a fish on a hook, but the blood that rushed down into your head must've made you pass out cold. You got up a bit too quickly and all the blood rushed back down your spine with a wave of light headed nausea and pain from your temples.

"Ahhhh!" You shuddered as you held your head stable when the nausea hit.

You sat up with your legs crossed on the bed to assess your location...you were in a concrete jail cell, this was a little different than Ultraprison's cells. It had blue walls with a few shelves, another bed on the other side of the room with no one on it, and semi-narrow bars that at your size, could easily slip through if you wanted to. You turned and placed your feet solidly on the floor to stabilize yourself, then padded over to the bars and wrapped your hands around them and quietly stuck your head through the bars and gazed up and down the halls when almost out of nowhere a flash of yellow was right in front of your eyes.

"WELL, HELLO....IT SEEMS YOU'RE AWAKE!" The Warden beamed with excitement.

"AHHHHHHH!" You screamed and jumped back onto the cold concrete landing on your butt.

He laughed boisterously and the round top of his cane turned into a cartoon-ish glove and picked you up by the back of your collar and stood you back on your feet and dusted you off with a pat and then went back to his normal cane, "I'm sorry...I just get so ecstatic when I meet a new inmate...mistakes or not."

You stared at him dumbfoundedly..."Mistakes? How many times does this usually happen?"

He taps his chin thoughtfully with his cane, "Honestly if I could keep count, 'but that's Jared's job'...it would probably be a decently low occurrence." He added the part about Jared with a flourish of his gloved hand.

You shyly held your hands behind your back and rocked on your heels, "Sooooo....do you have a name, or do they just call you "The Warden"?"

"Even if I had a real name...I wouldn't tell it to an inmate, that's dangerous you know?" He winked jokingly while mocking your stance but both his hands wrapped around his cane horizontally.

"Ah..." You paused, "So you don't want to know my name?" You asked innocently.

"Why on Earth would that matter? After all you are just a number here, at least until you make a name for yourself among the other inmates that is." He laughed with tears falling from behind his glasses.

You looked at your breast where a number was patched in where there wasn't one before, you were confused..."What do you mean a name among the inmates?" You questioned him.

"A lot of the inmates have earned their places among their peers, some have names like...

Jacknife

Gary & Bird

Jean-Baptiste Le Ghei

Paul Guaye

Fatty

Nicky

Turban

Ash Firin

Lord Stingray

Skinny

Sweet Cheeks

Tony

Rod

Bobo

Charlie Streyt

Bagpipe

Guns

Slim

Lowbrow

Pappy

So if you can earn your place, you should be just fine here in Superjail." He counted each name on fingers that magically appeared besides the ten he had.

You rubbed your eyes in disbelief, you had never seen a human do things like this...that is if the Warden was even human at all. He stood there puffed up like a proud bird who just preened his own feathers. You weren't sure that this was such a good idea anymore just to get time taken off your sentence, you just stood there dumbfounded by this purple, pink, and yellow suited gentleman with a complex.

"So, lunch will be served in a few minutes and your cell door will automatically unlock then you can follow the others in this cell block down to the cafeteria." He beamed with a bright gapped smile that you just now noticed since his mouth had been moving this whole time that you never saw the gap right in the middle of his face.

You stifled a giggle at this dork-ish gap and took a deep breath to compose yourself, "Thank you, sir."

His smile faded quickly, "Do NOT call me 'Sir'...I am The Warden and you will address me as everyone else does...do you understand me?" His voice went from warm to cold in 2 seconds flat.

Your eyes widened in a bit of unexpected terror, "Y-yes Warden." You stuttered in response.

"Good...Now, I will leave you to get more adjusted to your home here at Superjail...oh and a reminder for you," He paused after his tone had suddenly returned to it's sunny mood, "No one leaves Superjail...EVER." He added with an ominous and cheery combo, "Well...toodles." He sauntered off whistling a tune and swinging his cane in circles like a parade leader (A/N: his own ego parade maybe lol XD).

You stood there very confused by this man that just nealy scared the crap out of you just by being himself, 'He was very...unsettling.' you thought to yourself as you but your back against the bars (that you could easily fit through) and slid down the the floor. You placed your arms on your knees and sunk you head down between the hole like a nest and just sighed deeply, processing everything that has just occured since you awoke.

All of a sudden you hear a buzzing alarm and the cell door slides away from your back and you unexpectedly roll like a turtle onto your back and sprawl out into the hallway, an announcement sounds over the PA system.

"LUNCH TODAY WILL BE MYSTERY SOUP, CRACKERS, AND YOUR CHOICE OF POSSIBLY DRINKABLE FLUIDS."

You stared at the ceiling as you heard footsteps marching from the other cells coming towards your unattended head, quickly lifting yourself up you see a line of burly, tattooed, some of them uglier than others... inmates lined up and heading down a specific path down the cafeteria. 'This will be just like school all over again...I hope.' You think as you stand up and find the end of the line that was walking down your hall. You followed the line to the cafeteria and get in the line to get your food...food that looks barely...edible.