Prison Love | Yancy x Reader

Chapter 2: Lets Tell A Story

All in all, Yancy live in a bad neighborhood. His parents are dead. His heart was broken once. And prison is his true home.

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After hearing about Yancy's childhood, you felt a drop in your stomach.

You didn't think twice, you gave him a hug to show him that he wasn't alone.

[You started comforting Yancy]

[Achievement Unlocked: Good Friend]

"Yous don't need to worry bout me. I'll be fine."

"Yeah I had a staircase of trouble, but yous don need to comfort me......"

He returned the hug anyways and started to drift somewhere in his mind.

You looked at his tattoos. You've been with for a while now, and yet, you never knew why he got them.

"Hey Yance?" You said.

"Yeah?"

"What's the deal with the tattoos? Does each of them mean anything?"

He looked at you for a second and then at his tats.

"Well uh.......this one on me arm wasn't there before. I recently had it. I don't know what is means."

You examined the tattoo on his arm. The closer you looked. The more puzzling it got.

It was like a map to different story endings.

You looked away since it was starting to give you a headache.

"And then. I have these two tats," he made fists with his hands, they read 'DARK' and 'Mark', "I had a dream about these two peoples. One guy named Mark, and another, something like Dark. I just decided to get tats of the names to help me, uh, remember, you know."

"And the Tiny Box Tim?"

He touched his neck. His facial expression was if he remembered something painful.

"I-I, uh, don wanna talk about it."

Now this perked your curiosity, but you didn't want to push your luck.

"It's okay. You don't have to tell me. I understand," you stroked his hair, "I wouldn't want to relive painful memories myself."