Ｄｅｓｏｌａｔｉｏｎ Ｒｏｗ (Ｇ.Ｗ Ｏｎｅｓｈｏｔｓ)

The Sharpest Lives

Gore warning
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Y/N, 21, slipped into the cell. She was assigned to 'Gerard Way'. He was quite the flirt, she had heard. That's why she was assigned, because she doesn't take any shit from anyone. She sat down in front of him.

"Name?" She asked. It was part of the whole process. They had to know their name, age, and why they were there. Too many patients forget, and need help remembering.
"Daddy." Gerard responded with.
"Look Gerard, I'm just trying to do my work. Calm your tits." The woman responded with.

"Gerard Way." The words were followed with a sigh. " And how old are you Gerard?" "I am 28." Gerard's words were dull.

Every week he had to repeat the same things.

"And why are you here?"
"I killed 3 women, and 4 men. I took their blood and I collected it, making artwork with it. Their bodies I hid in my basement."

Y/N heard this already. It was written down in his record, but something about hearing him saying it aloud scared Y/N slightly.

"But I'm telling you Sweetpea. I didn't do it. The art you found isn't my artstyle."

"I can't just let you go because you say you didn't. I can name 5 people who all scream that they're innocent."

Gerard looked at her name tag. "Y/N, do I look guilty?"

"In fact, you do. Faking an art style is easy, and the bodies were found in your basement."

"I couldn't even tell you what my victims look like. Let's make a deal. Meet with me every week for 2 months. Ask me whatever questions you want. I must answer honestly. Then see if I'm guilty. Deal?"

Y/N let a sigh out. They needed this, so she nodded.

"Only if you're completely honest."

"I don't break promises Dear."

(Part 2?????)