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Dave's Prison

Just a short angsty piece about what had happened after Dave got captured by the Toppats. Not much else.

Triggers: Slight transphobia mention, sadness, depression, Dave being an adorable bean even though he has nothing to be happy about, etc.

Hop y'all have a great day, and or night, and I'll catch y'all later!

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Dave Panpa was lonely.

So very lonely.

He'd always been lonely. Never making friends, jumping from workplace to workplace, always fired within a few months- a year at most. No one ever wanted to be around Dave. Even the people who were kind enough not to avoid him would rather not talk to him.

Dave had spent his life alone and unwanted. After he'd come out as trans to his parents they'd abandoned him in all but name. School had been an endless cycle of pain and torture. The one time he'd found a job as a prison guard, with a mentor who had at least tolerated him, one careless move had sent what looked like a life that was looking up crashing to the ground.

Dave had barely had time to pick up the pieces, becoming a security guard for a museum- mostly because they needed to fill a quota, not because anyone actually wanted to hire him- when his hopes had once again been absolutely shattered by a night intruder.

His life was just always going to be doomed to failure, wasn't it?

But even his former depression and sadness was nothing compared to the absolutely soul-crushing isolation he now felt.

At least being a guard he could see other people. He could talk to them, even if they didn't want to talk back. But now...

No one ever walked through the brig. And when they did, they never stuck around to talk to a prisoner.

Dave wanted to cry. He wanted to scream. He wanted to push back against this complete silence that seemed to surround him all day and all night.

But he couldn't. No matter how much he tried, the suffocating silence always came back.

He was completely alone.

"-so you're scared of Rose too?" A voice asked with a laugh. A voice! Even if they weren't talking to him, Dave could hear someone!

He pressed his ear to the cold metal of his cell door, straining to hear every word he could.

"Have you seen her?" A second voice asked. "She's terrifying! She hit the warden of the Wall over the head with a stop sign! A stop sign! Would you be able to do that?"

"Probably not. Guess that's why she's a higher up, while we're just-" The voices faded out of earshot.

Dave sat back against the door of his cell, looking up at the ceiling. He'd long since memorized everything in the brig.

Rose, he mouthed silently. People were scared of someone named Rose.

He didn't understand what they were talking about. But at least he'd heard someone. At least he knew he wasn't alone in the world, like he felt most of the time.

It was pitiful, how pathetic Dave had become. So isolated that two seconds of a conversation made him feel almost euphoric. 

But he had nothing else. Random people walking through the brig was all he had of human contact.

It was all he had.