No one's Pov
Ink stood there, his eyelights completely blank. His world, blank, everything, all that he could see was nothing. He was in a pitch-black room where nothing was to be seen, no sounds to be heard. Nothing. He was in a blank world. To him, he was in Geno's save screen, though it wouldn't explain why he was handcuffed to a chair. Another thought passing through his head was: "Where is Y/N? She isn't hurt, is she?" Though he couldn't stop his thoughts from drifting off into a rabbit hole of nonsense.
"Oh no, what if they found her and hurt her?"
"No, what if they killed her for housing me?"
"What if she's in jail- no, worse! Prison!"
"What did they do to her?"
"Is she safe?"
...
"Does she still love me?"
He wriggled in the chair he was forced onto. He doesn't remember how he got here in the first place. He had a coth forced into his mouth, either to prevent him from biting his tongue or to prevent him from talking- no reason it couldn't be both. The room was completely silent; his thoughts echoing in his head were the only sounds available in a place like this. Nothing.
Just a blank void.
A blindfold covered his face, but he could still sense light filling the room as someone opened the door to the room he was in. He struggled, doing anything to get out of the situation he was in - To at least make his voice heard. But nothing worked. All of his words were muffled completely, unnoticed by his captor. A chair was heard sliding on the floor. Then papers being placed on the table in front of him. Wait- there was a table there? Ink growled, shrinking down into his scarf to make it look less obvious that he was trying to get the cloth off of his mouth.
"Ink, that's what you go by, correct?" The man said. Ink hesitantly nodded his head. "Good, good. You've been proven guilty with the death of B/F/N a mere three days ago. Though I will not bother to ask why, we've already sent you to court for all of your mistakes. Correct?" The man continued. Ink once again nodded, though he had no memory of ever going to court for anything...
"Good, good. You'll be put in jail for the time being, though it is unspecified if the murder was planned or not, we're pretty sure it's 2nd-degree murder due to eyewitness claims and camera footage," The man went on. "Nobody could prove you innocent, since you showed no objections to the claims held against you. You will be held in jail for a minimum of 3 years and a maximum of 10 years. If attempted escape is performed, an additional 3 years will be placed upon your sentence. To further avoid future assaults, we have blindfolded you. To avoid committing suicide by biting your tongue off, we have placed a cloth in your mouth. To make sure you do not leave this room until further notice, we have handcuffed your legs and arms to the chair you are in. Any further questions will be asked-"
"I just want to know if she's okay," Ink spat out. The man fell silent.
"Y/N is safe, sir. You aren't to see her until your time is up." The man responded quietly. "You needn't worry about her right now, as there are more important things to be discussed,"
"No- NO THERE ISN'T! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND, HUMANS NEVER DO!" Ink shouted, starting to pick at the handcuffs on his wrists. "You always make such big mistakes, you always do! I'm sick- I'm tired of the treatment towards me from human, I'm done, I'm done, I'm done!!" He was thrashing violently at the things binding him to the chair. The man stood up, but Ink had already gotten his hands out of the handcuffs and was somehow getting his ankles out too.
"You'll never get my reasoning, never," Ink growled. Within seconds, he was on top of the cop, his blindfold off, revealing those recognizable, red target eyelights. He clasped his hands tightly around the man's neck, strangling him while shouting about how humans would never understand him, how humans were the scum of the Earth. How humans made him do this, and it's all their fault for making him like this.
They would never understand.
AaAAaAaAFuCK
I h a t e this story now. I was so proud of it but now I have no motivation whatsoever for this anymore. I might make more, I might not, but either way, I'm probably going to stop for a while and focus on more important matters in my life.
And try to get my Wattpad back to English.
Love you guys
Byee
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