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Yancy x reader || the weirdest prisoner

The beautiful drawing was made by oceanmanz on tumblr.
Warnings: cussing, death mention, and a terrible stereotype New York/Brooklyn accent-
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Narrator's POV:

Yancy was sitting in his prison cell, in the middle of the night, looking up at the bottom part of the top bunk. He was thinking about something, or...someone.

That someone is one of his closest 'friend's', (Y/n), or you. You are one of the weirdest prisoners that Yancy has ever met and seen. You just give him the goddamn creeps. He can list down things about you that scare him in under two minutes.

You're always cold, you never get into trouble with the guards, nobody seems to notice you're a prisoner, he almost always finds you staring at him when he wakes up, and a whole lot more...

Even though you always give Yancy a weird feeling, you had somehow skipped your way into his heart. He had fallen hard, and he had no idea how to tell you, he's never expressed that feeling to someone before. But he wasn't going to get in his way. It took a few days for him to tell you, but he eventually did. And when he finally told you...he had never seen your smile, it was nice.

"Yancy?" He heard your voice, he then saw the top of your head peak from the top of the bed. You're (e/c) slightly glowing in the darkness of the cell. "Yea?" Yancy questioned, looking into your handsome, and or beautiful eyes.

"If I ever disappear, just know that I'm sorry.." You told him, dangling your arm down to his bottom bunk, letting him hold your freezing hand. A chill tickled his spine as soon as he touched your cold skin. "What do ya mean?" Yancy asked you, confused. "Youse not gonna leave me hea, are ya?" He questioned, a little sad as his grip on your hand tightened.

"I'm not sure, Yance.." Was all they told him as they rubbed their hand against Yancy's hand.

The rest of the night was silent, no sounds were made, only the sound of Yancy's own breathing.

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The next day was weirder, all of Yancy's friends gave him weird looks. He was talking to his cellmate at the lunch table, showing obvious love in his eyes as you spoke to him. Thankfully, he doesn't seem to remember what you said to him last night..

"Hey, sweet" He perked, putting the back of his hand on his chin. You looked at him, smiling. "I forgot to ask, how long have youse been hea?" "I've been here for..years" You told answered, looking at the table. Yancy looked at you, he also finds it weird that you're never hungry, but he just assumes that you eat when he's not around.

"Me too" "You haven't been here longer than me though" "Bet I have" "I bet you haven't" You both playfully fought. "I've probably been here longer than you've been alive" You joked, being quieter than usual. "No way! If tat was true, then youse would be old" He laughed. You just laughed for a second before doing quiet and watching him laugh. Your smile slightly faded, but Yancy didn't notice that.

"Youse funny, sweet-cheeks" He nudged your shoulder, making you smile again. "No, you are" Was when the conversation ended. A guard had come up to Yancy and dragged him out of the cafeteria by his arm. "Wait! wha did I do?" Yancy hadn't done anything wrong, so he was confused.

The guard didn't answer him. Yancy then looked back at you, you just stared at him with a sympathetic look as he was pulled away from you.

Yancy was then thrown into one the solitary confinement rooms..

He just sat down on the pale white floor board and stared at the white wall. The male was so confused... He spent about half an hour wondering why he was in there, until something broke his thoughts. "Are you alright?" Your voice asked. Yancy went white as he slightly yelped as he backed up, still on the floor, staring at you. "Wha are youse doin in here?!" He asked, a bit of fear and shock building up inside his chest.

"Checking if you're okay.." You told him, crouching down to his body on the floor. "Youse not supposed to be in hea! How did youse get in?!" Yancy basically yelled at you. He knew you were weird and nobody looked at you directly, but the security for solitary confinement was so strict. Nobody was allowed to visit anyone in there!

You frowned as you sat down next to his confused form. "There's something I need to tell you.." He tilted his head slightly. "I've been keeping it a secret for a long time..." He heard you say to him, your voice being quiet. "Wa..what is it?" He asked, slowly settling himself down.

"I'm not a prisoner.." You said. Now Yancy is even more confused. What does that mean? You noticed the confusion in his eyes as he sat back up, looking at you.

"I'm not alive, I'm dead"

Yancy might as well be the same color as the entire room. "W-wha..?" He questioned, his voice cracking. You closed your eyes as you sighed softly and told him.

"I died in this prison when I was 28, and you're the only one that can see me..."