I Thought So [Yancy x reader Fan-fic]

Chapter 01: The Beginning Of An Adventure

"Look, kid, I could send you to death row and I wouldn't lose a bit of sleep over it. But, I don't know what good that will do. There are currently a couple of vacancies at Happy Trails penitentiary. They help troubled youth build character. The choice is yours: Happy Trails... or death row."

The rickety lullaby of the bus's wheels pulled you out of your thoughts. You are currently on a bus riding all the way to the penitentiary.

The bus itself was worse for wear. It's back end was slowly falling off, you could see sparks from the bumper that was dragging on the road. The seats were as hard as rocks and they had dirt all over them. The windows had bars across them so that the delinquents wouldn't escape. It didn't really help that the bus driver was some hillbilly that probably lived somewhere in Missouri. You can't not look at his gnarly tooth that stuck out. It's dangling out of his mouth!

Now, you knew that the ride to get you there wouldn't be anything fancy but traveling on a bus that was on the brink of dying? That's not okay-- what also wasn't okay is the bus driver. You shuddered and looked out your window, wanting to get your mind set off of that disgusting driver. Through the rusty bars, you can make a long drop into a rock filled ocean, the waves choppy like the inner turmoil you're feeling right now. You were very high up. If a person in the slammer didn't kill you (or one of the "chauffeurs" holding a gun) then it would definitely be the jagged rocks.

Feeling sick, you look away from the window and squeeze your eyes shut. Your stomach was doing flips.

Unbeknownst to you, the mentally disturbed kid, who is sitting right next to you, was rocking back and forth and his eyes were exclusively on you. He murmured something over and over again as his hands gently touched your hair. That was when he started to say the word louder, "Pretty." You sighed and relaxed more into the person's touch until you realized that someone was petting your head. You cracked open one eye and saw the deranged man grooming your hair. Instinctively, you threw yourself to the window and balled up your hands.

The corners of the man's mouth drooped. His eyes started to water and he sobbed, "Pretty! Sorry, I'm sorry." He then curled into himself, shaking and crying. You slowly relaxed and looked up to the men with guns. Thankfully, they didn't hear or see the ruckus. You slunk back against the window, keeping two trained eyes onto the unhinged man. You really wanted to help the man out but, you don't know what he would do to you.

"Alright, listen up you freaks!" An armed man screamed. He grabbed the bus's seat and hoisted himself up, "We'll be at the Country Club in a couple of minutes. I want all of you to look outside of your window and get a glimpse of outside cause it's the last time any of you will see it!"

Not wanting to get shot, you obey the man and take a glimpse out of the window. You were still on a very thin road on a cliffside.

"Hey!"

You jerked your head away from the window and saw one of your very kind chauffeurs standing in the aisle near your seat.

"I'm talking to you!" The armed man shouted again.

You scrambled up and lamely saluted the guard. He glared at you and you immediately put down your hand. He rolled his eyes and glowered down at you saying: "Why are there two of you in a seat?"

The color in your face drained and your pupils shrunk. "I.. uh, well-- he sat down right next to me sir. I... I don't know why but--"

The armed man grabbed the other man's collar and held him up. "Why are you in the same seat with that 'fella over there?!" He jabbed a finger towards your direction.

The poor, mental man looked over at you and whispered, "Pretty?" He hesitantly looked upwards and mumbled a couple of things while playing with his fingers.

The other man (who was holding him by the collar) rolled his eyes and dropped him into an open seat which was one right next to you. "I have my eyes on both of you." He then walked back to the front of the bus and sat down, his eyes on the both of you with his hands gripping tightly on the gun.

The mental man (who was now in a different seat) looked over at you and quietly said, "Sorry, pretty. Eum sorry." He then faced the window and continued to rock back and forth. You couldn't help but feel pity for Eum (he pronounced it E-um). You wonder quietly what he did to get in here with the rest of you.

In the horizon, a grey building sat in the middle of nowhere; trucks buzzing in and out of the humongous building. As the traveling tin can got closer, you could see concrete walls surrounding another grey like building. The whole thing was heavily guarded-- you don't understand how people even manage to 'scrape the surface' of escaping-- you assume that there are machine guns around every corner. "Welcome to Happy Trails penitentiary! It's the 'happiest' place on earth," one of the armored men in the truck obnoxiously said.

The hillbilly driver snorted, "You could say that again!" Everyone but the delinquents laughed their heads off.

The bus driver slows down the bus to a stop at a window and flashes his name tag at the security. The entree gate opened and the bus continued it's slow crawl inside the slammer's courtyard. Some prisoners were already out in the yard, running after the bus. They got close enough to the bus where they started to bang on it with their hands.

Eum jumped at the sound of them hitting and pounding and started to cry again. The other people on the bus looked out the windows and started shouting at them, some in excitement and others in fear.

The people on the outside of the bus were hooting and hollering even louder. The bus driver laughed at all of the delinquents and told the amazing chauffeurs to let them have their fun 'cause they haven't had any in a while. You weren't really afraid of the people banging on the bus (okay maybe a little wary, but still). You were afraid that all of their hitting would make the bus break down right then and there.

The bus jerked to a stop and the hillbilly opened the doors. The men with guns stepped out of the bus and stood by the doors to keep the other delinquents at bay. "Alright, get out of my bus!" The bus driver hollered. One by one, everyone got off of the bus. As you passed the bus driver, he looked at you and smiled which gave you a full view of his jacked up teeth. Lovely. You grimaced and quickly looked away, feeling grateful that the bus door was right beside you.

Once your feet touched the ground, loud and obnoxious voices surrounded you. You couldn't hear yourself think! You're pretty sure you felt a couple of hands pat you on the back like they were greeting you. Not being sure how to react, you looked straight ahead but kept your eyes trained on Eum who was in front of you. You could tell it was him because of his badly dyed hair.

"Alright, Everybody back up... I said everybody back up!!" The warden yelled. Immediately, the sea of people backed up and out stepped the leader of the whole prison. He honestly didn't look as scary as other people on the bus made him out to be. He was mostly bald on the top of his head with shaved down hair on the sides and a trimmed beard. He had thick rimmed glasses with a fat, black and silver striped tie. He was very well dressed-- not too over the top but enough to get the point across that he was the one in charge.

"Welcome!" The warden walked over to the people who were new, the horde closed the pathway as soon as the Warden passed them. "Welcome to Happy Trails Penitentiary. My name is Mr. Murderslaughter and it's so nice for all of y'all to join us here." He stalked closer and closer to your group, his smile becoming more and more tighter as he came closer. Mr. Murderslaughter walked up to one of your pals that rode up with you here. "Y'all look a little nervous," he swiveled around and faced the crowd, "But there's no need. In this place we believe in rehabilitation over punishment." He then stalked over to you, seeming very enthusiastic: "I think you're gonna like it here."

You looked at the warden in the eyes and gave a little smile.

"Let's get this thing on the road, shall we?" Warden Murderslaughter slapped the bus and the bus driver took that as a get out. The bus immediately drove off into the sunset while the rest of the new delinquents were left in the dust. Now all of the attention was turned towards the director of this whole joint. "Newbies, follow me and as for everyone else," you swore that everyone held their own breath at the same time, "Get back inside and go to lunch!" Immediately, as if it was like magic, everyone that wasn't on the bus with you went inside and did their own thing (well, as far as you can tell because you don't have 20/20 vision).