I Thought So [Yancy x reader Fan-fic]

Chapter 07: Wrath and a Dash of Misery

[A/N]: Wattpad is being really weird. It didn't update half of the chapter... Please reread the chapter because half of it was deleted by Wattpad!!!

"What the hell is wrong with all o' y'all?!" Mr. Murderslaughter paced behind his desk as Yancy, Mark, Ellie, Eum, and yourself were all seated in crappy, Ikea seats. Everyone looked scared to death but Yancy looked the worst. His hands were shaking like a mad man and his eyes were darting around everywhere. Sweat trailed down his brow as he looked over at you. 

"A fight hasn't broken out in Happy Trails Penitentiary for 15 years! And now I hear you started one." Everyone's eyes shifted over to Yancy and he immediately stood up.

"Wha-It- Me?!" Yancy sputtered out, standing up out of his seat.

"YOU!"

Yancy flinched. "Ha-- erm, Warden, youse know I wouldn't start no fights. I was just... tryna help them settle in..., yeah."

"I've heard enough! And stop talking like that, you're from Ohio for cripes sake."

"B-b-but Warden--"

"No buts!!" The Warden let out a sigh and grabbed Yancy's face, "Yancy you're like a son to me--"

Yancy's face lit up like a Christmas tree, "..son?" He muttered.

"But I can't have my prisoners running around causing ruckus, can I?" 

Yancy shook his head 'no'.

"You understand, don't you?"

"Y-yes!"

Mr. Murderslaughter laughed, let go of Yancy's face and slapped his back, his smile not reaching his eyes. "Good. Take him to solitary."

Yancy's face slowly transformed into a look of terror, his eyes watering up. "B-b-b-but--" 

"I said no buts!"

Yancy looked to the floor as he was dragged out of his seat by two guards that magically popped out of nowhere. Once he was at the door, he glared at you before he disappeared from the doorway.

"You!" He pointed his finger at you, " if I hear a single peep out of you-- a single microscopic squeak out of you with a single toe out of line, you will be put into solitary with him." 

Mark looked wearily over at you and then back at Mr. Murderslaughter. "Don't... don't we have rights?" Mark meekly asked.

Mr. Murderslaughter swiftly turned around and glared daggers at Mark as his mouth quirked upwards into a sinister grin. "Rights? Why, you lost them once you came here." Mark tried to shrink as best as he could in his seat, his eyes darting around everywhere. 

Mr. Murderslaughter turned to Ellie and asked her what happened. As she was talking, you started to think about what exactly happened thirty minutes ago:

Yancy's glare caused a shiver to go down your spine. This was Yancy-- as in the Yancy. He was the man who ordered Mark to be beaten up for no apparent reason.  Wanting to protect your friend, you stood in front of Mark and looked up at Yancy as your hands balled up into fists. "You heard him. He called you a bitch. A man who orders his lackey to beat the shit out of an innocent man deserves to be called one."

Yancy just stared down at you, his face stone cold as he tried to come up with something with that primitive brain of his. Luckily for you, you decided to open your mouth.

Again. 

"What's that...?" You put a hand next to your ear, "Cat got your tongue, Yancy?"