Life as a prisoner isn't very good.
See, in espionage films and whatnot, we see really cool, creative, and engineering-level concepts to overcome their physical barriers. And then we watch them achieve their idea of a "happy ending."
Me? I'm by myself. I am the ME in TEAM, okay?
I'm physically unable to brute force my way of this prison. And the last time I ran from my problems, it was in my nightmares.
I also don't have any secretly smuggled tools to break me out. Everything on me got confiscated, and in return, I got a spiffy prison uniform.
And since I'm in isolation, I can't conspire with other fellow inmates and break out of here. I also lack the charisma to charm any guards and convince them to help me.
Let's be real here. I'm an aromantic. I suck at this whole...charming people business.
So in short, there's not much to do. I gotta wait to be released or murdered.
*****
One...day? Month? Week? Who knows. I haven't seen daylight. Time blindness sure is fun!
My new special routine as a solitary prisoner is to be escorted by guards into an interrogation room, answer their questions, question my own sanity, or start hallucinating. Then after all that, I get sent back to my cell.
If you're wondering what's the whole bit about my sanity or hallucinations, I would like to know that too.
So far, the routine is that I get taken into an interrogation room.
The room's clean of any blood, weapons, or corpses. Just a simple metal table and two chairs with some lighting. Like a job interview, but with life-threatening threats.
Interrogator Of The Day starts asking me basic questions like who am I, do I know who I am, do they know who I am, does my answers match up with their intel, blah blah blah.
Confirmation of me from me, great work.
And then, the questions about how I know about their intel begin. The usual how did I get this info, who are potential suspects, am I plant sent by other people, my purpose, my goals, and I'm very dangerous to society. Ask me the same questions over and over to see if I'll find a different answer.
Hooray
But here's when it gets weird.
During the questionings, I suddenly see the table covered in blood. Blood on the walls dripping down, blood on the floor, on the table, and on the chairs because I feel some liquid seeping into my pants.
The point is, there's a surprise bloodbath outta nowhere.
I'm definitely not on my period. I don't see anybody else or any weapons.
I'm not injured at all; none of the blood is on me, just on the surfaces I'm in contact with like the table and chair.
So I tried to point the blood out to the interrogator, but they ignored me every time.
What?
Have I lost it?
Is this just my brain making up things now?
*****
Prison by your lonesome self is a trip and a half. My cell is a window-less room with just a cot and a toilet. I kinda miss my roof-less house. I mean, it didn't do a very good job of protecting me, but at least it was nice and open.
Unlike other prisoners who have to work, I just get dragged into interrogation sessions all the time. And the "blood surprise" doesn't always happen.
Sometimes I see blood, other times, I don't.
Is this a new psychological torture that they're trying out? If so, then it's super effective. I might be hallucinating or going crazy.
Can I request a different kind of torture? Like uh... read me Hatake's biography. I guarantee that I will break down in tears, grief-stricken over his stupidity. Just because he's "intelligent," doesn't mean he's smart. There's a difference.
Trash-talking aside, I'm alone in this whole situation.
Kids, hope you're all okay.
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