Paid Internship (Part 1)(Prison AU)

Author's Note: This is a Prison AU that the viewers of my blog seem to be pretty fond of. The main focuses for the romance parts will differ depending on the part, but for part 1, it's Liu, Jeff, and Toby. The reader is gender neutral and uses She/He stuff, but sometimes depending on what's going on I'll use stuff like Tits. Also, Sully will be in the fic, but I won't use his name. Pay attention to how Liu talks, they will be major differences between his first meeting and his interview.

Author's Note 2: This is definitely one of my longest and most plot heavy fics on my account. I do plan for this to be multi parter, so this part will be heavy on introducing the characters. This part will have some yandere moments, but they will be mostly prominent in part two. If you wanna be tagged for part two, leave a comment, or reblog.

Summary: Welcome to your paid internship at Roosevelt Federal Prison. After being seen for your potential and skills by your instructor at the Academy, he decided to give you opportunity of working in the US' most dangerous prison despite the disapproval and rejection from the higher ups. However, due to miscommunication and faulty paperwork, you're gonna up working with some of America's most danger serial killers for the semester.

Warnings: Descriptions of crimes, Rape Mentioned, Perversion, Manipulation, Gaslighting, Gore, Sadism, Violence, Implied Nudity, Kidnapping, Implied Abuse, Hostages, Death, Murder, Threats, Mood Swings, Sexual Abuse Implied, PTSD, Mental Illness, Dealings, Attempted Murder, Survivor's Guilt,Cursing, Sleep Deprived Workers, Stress, Agression, and More. This AU is not fo the faint of heart.

Word count: 13.5k

Links: {Masterlist} {Prison AU Introduction}

"Hey kid, you ready?"

You were taken out of your train of thought by your instructor and mentor, Officer Joseph Gibbons. Joseph was a man in his 50's, his once hazelnut hair now started to fade into a light grey, he was a man on the heavier side, plump like a mall santa clause, and despite his uniform being quite clean, it was covered in the smell of cigarettes and men's colone.

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#wtf 😟😦😧

#wtf

(Hoodie × Reader)

A book containing mature language, blood, violence and sometimes scenes that may make some people uncomfortable (no nasty stuff btw.)

If you do not enjoy content such as this, I kindly suggest you keep scrolling.

Thank you! It is based of song lyrics as well, many song lyrics.

(THIS CHAPTER WAS NOT EDITED.)

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//Chapter 4//

/Good Morning/

♪ I won’t lose ♪

She was going crazy. The effect he had on her killed her in a certain way, when he talks in that way, it makes her body paralyze in complete fear and realization, it seemed like he wants to remind her. I am a murderer.

She woke up almost screaming, she looked over to her alarm clock, it was hardly six in the morning, and she sighed noting that she still had all her limbs and that she was alive.

Maybe she was dreaming all that. She sighed yet again in relief, stretching herself as she walked out of her room, going to the bathroom along with some clothes and a towel. “Good morning” a voice greeted her, and she smiled at the source “good morning” she answered and then she stopped.

Her heart skipped a beat for a split moment.

Her mouth formed a thin line, slowly her eyes widened. “It was not a fucking dream.” She said out loud as she noticed him without his hoodie looking at the Tv “I hope you don’t mind me using the washing machine and dryer, yesterday you did a pretty ugly job with the water” he talked so causally like if this was the most normal thing ever. Her mouth was agape, and he turned to look at her because of the lack of silence, that ski mask that she will never get used to, stared at her. “Your mouth is open” he commented which made her close her mouth unconsciously, and she took her mind to a trip back in her memory. She remembered what he had said.

“I think I’ll come visit you more often, after all, I can’t stay in that cabin thanks to you and your friend, so don’t mind me.”

She smiled nervously turning away “must be an illusion, must be an illusion” she told herself repeatedly times walking to the restroom, she turned to look at the couch and he was gone, she let a long sigh escape her lips with relief, but that soon left her when someone touched her shoulder, “you okay?” the familiar voice asked as she whipped around to be face to face with a mask. He was leaning down to be on her same eye level. She didn’t reply “I believe this is when you-” he was interrupted by her rushing to the bathroom and literally slamming the door close. He shrugged going to the kitchen.

She shivered as she looked in the mirror. There is just no way she will allow a murderer stay in her dorm, no fucking way she will.

She locked the door and decided that for now she needed a shower.

Just priceless, the expression on her face was priceless and he liked it. Not in a romantic way, oh no, he can not feel things such as that, nor will he allow himself to have them, ever. But despite that, he was satisfied with the fear he had indulge in that little brain of hers. He looked over the cabinets that are supposed to contain food but there was nothing, he looked in the fridge and he didn’t really see much but a few things. Perhaps she needed to buy food. He was starving though, being on the run has exceptionally gotten him tired too. He had to admit that he was a bit nervous, simply for the fact that he had retired from his duties leaving a simple note in his room, stating that problems came by and he needed to deal with them, but that he will still fallow through the mission that was assigned to him. He sneezed, man, he woke up with a little cold this morning and all thanks to her. He was pretty beat after all that had happened, usually he isn’t like this at all. But being sick made him stupid and rather talkative in a way, the reason is because the constant painful thumping in his head doesn’t allow him to think straight or take time to decide and goes for the quickest choice instead. Normally, he didn’t exactly liked talking a lot and preferred to be silent.

He sighed, this is distracting indeed, but it has gotten complicated, she knows a bit too much and sooner or later he will need to extinguish her life. He whipped his head when he heard a small click as she came out with a towel on her head, with fresh new clothes and he smiled behind his ski mask.

Maybe not yet.

Just a bit longer.

He quietly strode towards her and stands in front of her, it was highly surprising the height difference both had, she was so much shorter, so he had to tilt his head down and she stared up, trying to look defiant and brave. Funny. She gulps and opens her mouth to speak “W, what, you finally decided to kill me? If that’s so, then I won’t go down without giving you a good beaten” she said and he wanted to laugh, her giving him a good beaten? That sounds just like her, trying to be the big dog here. Not really wanting to speak, he kept staring, “oh, so now you’re giving me the silent treatment?” she asked walking by him, her shoulder purposely brushing against his. She walked and opened a cabinet that had ramen in it, that was what she usually ate. He looked at her and she looked back, “what? Going to steal my food?” she asked sarcastically.

“Do you really eat this every day?” he asked looking down at the instant ramen and remembering that she did really eat it every day. At first, he thought it was because she was stressed or because she needed to buy food, but now he realizes that that is what she ate every day. “So now you’re an expert in health?” she asked yet again in a sarcastic angry tone and pushing him to the side “what I eat is none of your business.” She puts the water to boil and her mind drifts to a deep thought, maybe even murderers know how to take better care of their health. That thought was interrupted by a shuffling sound. She turned and saw him looking for something in her purse, she panics and smacked him on the head making him look at her dead in the eye.

“What are you trying to do, huh?” she asked grabbing her purse and looking inside to see if she still had her stuff. Some stuff were missing.

She looked at him who was contemplating a taser and some money. “I’ll go shopping” he said, her mouth was agape. “Wait a minute, did you just take my taser and my-” he cuts her off “I don’t want you electrocuting me, again” he said remarking the word again and going to where the dryer was, grabbing his hoodie and putting it on “Well duh, you are a murderer, and why are you taking my money!” she yelled demanding an answer and he turned to look at her, hoodie already on. “How else will I buy food? You humans like to get stuff using money” he questioned like if it was something normal going on “excuse you Mr. Not Human, you can buy your stuff and all but not with my money” she said, while he just stared at her, deep in thought. “Then you should buy proper food, I am starving, and I am telling you right now, I do not eat something like that for breakfast” he stated making her role her eyes in annoyance “oh please, you are not going to make me buy food for you, you invited yourself here as it is, is that not enough already? Taking shelter under my roof?” she asked pressing her index finger on his chest, completely forgetting who she was dealing with. “So picky” she finished with that remarking both words but in different tones, making him tilt his head “I’m not picky” he said, and that’s when she finally realized something she had been ignoring ever since they met.

He had a pretty voice.

Call her dumb or whatever, but his voice was smooth and deep at the same time, with a hint of softness too, a bit high pitched but not as much. For some reason, it was nice to listen to, it gave the impression that he was a nice person.

But he obviously isn’t.

But if he was, she would admit that it was kind of attractive.

“Oh, how so?” she asked putting her hands on her hips to which he shrugged “I’ll just rather eat a good proper breakfast” he reasoned to which she closed her eyes and tilted her head to the front like if it was a small nod in agreement, then she looks at him, “good point” she walked away setting the money in her pocket. “But I won’t run to the store right now, it’s too early for that, this will do for now. Take it or leave it, your pick, I just won’t give my money for your shit” she said getting the boiling water and putting some in her instant ramen.

Truth be told, she was so worried lately that ramen was her daily food every morning for like two weeks or so. She grabbed another one and gave it to him and said nothing. He was acting like a shy child; he wasn’t talking and this time he gave short-not so rude responses. Maybe the fever he had last time made him grumpier and stuff. She ate her food on her small dinner table, meanwhile he sat on the couch eating his own, she thought of something. “Did you even brush your teeth?” she asked looking over to him, who had his mask slightly lifted to nose level, he nodded. “I found a new toothbrush you had, it was still in its box” he stated, and she felt relieved that it was a new one and not the one she uses.

After that, they ate in complete silence, she intended to not speak to him at all until she figures another plan to get rid of him and dump him to jail. She finished her meal and got ready to go to work walking towards the door and she was stopped by a sudden presence behind her. She turned around and arched her eyebrow at him. “May I help you?” she asked.

Noting she did not get any response, she walked out the dorm and just when she was about to close the door, a gloved hand stopped the door and he walked out, “oh no, no, no,” she said pushing him back in “no one can know that there is a guy in my dorm, you stay there and don’t fucking do anything. And for the record, do not, I repeat, do not stalk me you creep” she said and before he could protest, she slammed the door at his face.

This will be a long day of thinking of ways to get him to jail.

This is also childish, how or why is this even happening? Don’t people like him act…. Different?

She was walking on the sidewalk deep in thought, maybe if she can sneakily tell the police while he is in her dorm, she can get him caught. She looked around and she could tell no one was around so she rushed to her workplace, now she knew what she could do, but first she’ll need to plan it well. She walked and was stopped by a honk, and she turned around to see a police car.

What a coincidence.

The car pulled over to her to reveal a policeman with sunglasses on, smiling at her “oh and what have I done wrong oh dear police officer?” she asked in a worried tone and soon after both of them burst into laughter “it never gets old” he said laughing as she nodded in agreement “well, officer James Williams” she started “since when are you back?” she asked with a genuine smile plastered on her face and he took off his glasses with a small smile on his face “since yesterday, miss future detective” he responded making her giggle pushing some of her hair bangs behind her ear, “I’m not planning to be a detective anymore” she said looking at the shocked expression her friend showed. “Whatttt” he asked making the last letters longer “and here I thought we were going to work together one day” he said pouting and then motions her to get on the passenger seat “I’ll take you to wherever you gotta’ go, hop on and tell me what changed your mind” he said to which she gladly complied.

The car ride was nice as they both catch up with things they had missed. She told him that she was unsure of what to do yet, but she definitely didn’t have the desire to solve murder cases or mysteries and all. James was her childhood friend who went to visit his parents for a while, she had almost forgotten she had a friend in the police, he might be able to help her. She decided she will tell him and see what they can work up together. She got off and walked to the driver’s door and leaned on the car, “it was nice seeing you again” James spoke with a genuine smile to which she smiled back.

His smile is contiguous as always, she thought.

“Yeah” she managed to say trying to think of how she could explain it to him. “YN, there is something bothering you, right?” his friend asked to which her smile turned slightly to a sad one. Sometimes, she hated when he always notices whenever she was upset or preoccupied, “well, yeah, and I wanted to talk to you about it in fact.” She said, her feet shifting in place “do you think we can probably meet up somewhere later? When will you be free?” she asked as he gave it a long thought and he smiled brightly at her “how about next week on Sunday? I can’t this weekend, because work kind of piled up” he asked giving her a brief explanation, to which she nodded, his smile giving her a reason to smile brightly once again, “yes! Now I need to head to work, thanks again” she waved at him as she left walking to her workplace. Alright YN, just need to bear with that bastard slash stalker slash murderer! She thought to herself feeling happier and hyped than before. She only hopes he doesn’t kill her before Sunday.

He stared from afar with a face mask, glasses and hoody on. That will be a problem. He knew he couldn’t trust her with what happened, which is a reason why he was fallowing her in the first place. He didn’t really hear anything they said though, but he guesses that maybe it wasn’t anything related to him, after all, if it was, everything would’ve been different, the atmosphere would’ve been more serious.

But you never know with this girl.

He walked towards the small fast-food place, it was a place where you would normally go for breakfast. He took his hoodie off and puts on a blue jacket instead, he puts on his hat and walked in the place. He still had half the money he had stolen from her. He sat down in a table for two, setting his hoodie on the corner so it wouldn’t be seen. “Your menu sir” a female voice greeted him to which he simply gave a small nod and grabbed it, taking his sunglasses off to not raise too much suspicion or attention, he looked at the one he wanted and called for a waitress to which she took his order, lucky for him the money he brought was more than enough. After a while that seemed like an eternity, someone came in, “here’s your food sir” a familiar feminine voice greeted to which he couldn’t help but look at her, wearing that uniform almost made him laugh. He scoffed a little, never had he seen her in it, he never dared come in here, since he’ll rather stalk from afar. After all, knowing her schedule was his priority before. But now, he knew he needed to pay close attention to her daily activities more than ever. He cleared his throat and made it scratchier, to assimilate one of a sick person. “Thank you” he said seeing the female look at him with concern, “sir, are you okay?” she asked kindly. He wanted to puke, maybe he made his voice too scratchy. This time he didn’t say anything but simply nodded.

He could feel the tension growing.

“Oh, alright, if anything, call for me or any of us here” she said walking away with a small smile.

What a fake smile.

He looked at his food, suddenly, loosing appetite but still ate it as slow as he could. He needed to keep a close eye on her and her coworkers just in case, she is quite unpredictable. Once he figures her out and can predict her, she better be ready for her end. He finished his meal and stayed there for a while, enjoying his coffee and deep in thought, it was almost unbelievable she has been eating purely instant ramen. He may be some heartless manipulative monster, but bein well fed was truly important even for him, as well as staying healthy and all those stuff. He sneezed. The cold still hadn’t gone away, maybe he should go and get some medicine soon, it was getting annoying to be sneezing and have those mucus bother him, at least sneezing like this will give the idea that he is indeed a bit sick and not some random murderer trying to blend in. It isn’t like he liked killing a lot though, he didn’t do it that often too, he was just fallowing orders, simple as that. The only times he did it was when someone trespassed the border over to theirs. Sometimes, and maybe rarely, he did it for satisfaction or when he was pissed off and needed to let out some steam.

He heard small giggles from the cash register, and he couldn’t help but look at the source by the corner of his eye, it was the first girl that attended him first along with another guy who most likely worked here too, they had some similarities so he assumed they were siblings. He managed to hear a bit of their conversation, and apparently, he was the cause of those giggles. He sighed, it used to bother him at some point but not anymore. Now he is more of a ‘I don’t give a fuck what you think about me’ type of guy. It bothered him that they weren’t doing something productive though, and it made him let out another sigh. “You guys should be doing something productive instead of talking bad behind someone else’s back” a familiar voice spoke like if it had taken the thoughts out of his head, just like the first time he saw her, YN was thinking almost the exact same thing as him. It seems like she had some standards at least.

He finished his coffee and pulled his mask back up, grabbing his hoodie and glasses he walked up there interrupting the trio from an argument. The ones who were giggling froze upon seeing his imposing presence, that’s something he liked about his height and some of his acquaintances told him he was lucky to have that height, it gave more intimidation upon the victims. Perhaps these two thought he was about to say something or start throwing punches because of what they said, but he really wasn’t. He took out his money and showed it to YN who made an o with her mouth and started doing her job “it’ll be about fifteen bucks and fifty cents” she said not noticing he was the same one she thought was in her dorm. Funny. He handed the money to her without making eye contact, but he couldn’t help but look at her smiling face, it looked so stupid yet a bit contagious discarding it was just a fake smile for show. “Have a nice day,” she said, and he simply gave a nod “you too” he said his voice falling scratchy, this time it was his cold that did it so he wasn’t exactly faking it. He walked out and gave one last gaze at the girl who seemed to be scolding the other two, and for a split second they made eye contact, but he left quickly, turning on his heel and walked out.

That was… Interesting.

He sat down on a bench taking note of who came in and out of the small fast-food place, evaluating whether they were suspicious or not.

After long hours he saw the girl already in her regular outfit with a backpack on and waving off her co workers as she walked away. He stayed seated for a while until he knew she was far away. Now this is where the hard part in his stalking job starts.

She couldn’t help but shudder at a sudden coldness she felt of been watched, she breathed in and out trying to calm her nerves. She has been quite jumpy ever since she knew she had a stalker on her tail not too long ago.

It’s not real, it’s not real. He must be stealing my stuff at home or something, everything will be fine.

She tried to convince herself that she was finally alone, but it proved futile, given that it takes time to adjust to be less paranoid or so. Her mind drifted away to the man she saw earlier in the morning, he was the first costumer and she found him strange, he looked sick and acted sick, perhaps a reason why he was wearing a mask. Maybe she was trying to convince herself that that person wasn’t her stalker. It isn’t like she can do anything about it anyways. Perhaps she is too wary? To a certain extent, she felt a bit bad for him, he looked so lonely. Well, she wouldn’t think much about it given that this was perhaps something dumb to think about, but who can blame her? All she wanted to do was rip her mind of that stupid crazy stalker.

She walked to her college and all, like normal, and she was currently in her college-level math class, she was dozing off staring at the window, impatiently waiting for the day to be over. She wanted Sunday to arrive as soon as possible, she needed to talk to someone in the police, and what better option than her good childhood friend James? What would she say to that bastard stalker though? She can’t just be like, ‘oh yeah, I’m going out to talk to a friend in the police so we can plan a way to throw your sorry ass in jail,’ he would cut her throat right there and then the moment she says the word police.

She sighed tiredly, coming louder than intended. “Is my class boring you Miss Morrison?” the voice of her teacher caused her to snap her head to his direction, and just when she was opening her mouth to speak, he spoke first “what is the answer for this problem?” he asked showing her a problem written on the board. She gulped, she hadn’t been paying attention at all, she didn’t know what the heck was that on the board. She couldn’t possibly look at her friends for answers, they sat far away from her and he will catch her. Everyone’s attention was turned to her which made it all that more embarrassing. “It’s…” She started trying to make at least a bit more of time, her palms started sweating, she knew how strict this teacher could be, he wouldn’t let her be until she says at least something. She will be forced to say some random stupid number, she drifted to look at the window, trying to avoid everyone’s gaze and then she saw a paper been held out from the outside.

She read it.

“X less than zero-point four stupid” without realizing, it was an answer, but she accidentally said the bad word which made her gasp in realization and look at her teacher. The teacher growled “The answer is correct, but you aren’t correct in calling your professor stupid. I’ll let it slide just this one time because you are usually an excellent student” he said as she blushed due to the embarrassment she felt when she heard the rest of the class laugh at her. She saw another paper been held out that it read in all caps with a messy handwriting, ‘Good job, stupid’ and there was a thumbs up next to it, it was a gloved hand and she managed to see an orange sleeve before it quickly hid. She growled in annoyance; it must had been that stalker.

She was thankful for the answer, yes, it saved her ass, but he didn’t have a reason to call her stupid or so! It was his fault as to why she hadn’t been paying attention. She’ll let it slide just this one time, simply because he helped her out.

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She was walking on the sidewalk on her way to the dorms, they weren’t that far away, but she liked to walk for a bit, so she took a long way towards it. She yawned and froze when she heard a siren from behind, it sounded only for a split second though, so she knew who it was. She rolled her eyes in bothersome as the police car pulled right next to her. “Hello, Carlton” she said remarking the name in a tone that had pure cold annoyance. “Ouch, that is no way to treat a friend,” he said placing his hand on his heart to pretend like he was hurt. She had almost forgotten about James’s brother, in fact, she did. He must have had come back with James yesterday too. “Is there anything you need, officer?” she asked to which he once more did the same action as before. “You know you can call me by name, after all,” he stopped and eyed her “we aren’t complete strangers” he smirked to which she felt her eyebrow twitch in more annoyance “see? When your eyebrow twitches it indicates certain displeasure and a rush of anger” he explained like if it were a good thing “and I wonder why that just happened” she said sarcastically.

“I just wanted to check on you, and I wanted to ask you something” he said his tone suddenly turning serious, to which she felt lazy to reply so she just gave a slight nod letting him know to go on. “James talked to me today and well, the way he described your way of acting got me a bit worried” he said looking dead in her eyes to which she adverted her gaze for just a split second to then look back at him “I am very well thank you very much” she said deciding to not tell him anything “I need studies to complete so I’ll rather be left alone” she said walking off but he grabbed her arm stopping her. “YN, you know you can trust me, I have changed, and I had demonstrated it to you in many ways, that I am a better man. Don’t you see that even James now trusts in me?” he said to which she looked down.

Maybe she should tell him now just in case she dies before Sunday, she knew James was busier than him due to his higher rank, reason why they decided to talk on a weekend. She sighed. “The thing is… Something has been going on and I really need to take it out of my chest, but it doesn’t mean that I forgive you” she said to which he smiled, happy she guesses. “So…”

“Ah! YN.”

Another male voice interrupted her making her head whipped to a tall guy with a certain orange hoodie. Hey eyes widened, this bitch really decided to stalk her all day today, huh? Carlton looked at him “who’s that?” he asked and before she could reply, her stalker whose name she doesn’t know, grabbed her arm moving her away from the car and Carlton as he leaned close to the window, a face mask still on “and what’s up with that mask? Doc.” Carlton asked backing away slightly. “I’m kind of sick” the raspy voice came in “and I am her friend, a very close one at that.” He said making the other raise an eyebrow, skeptical of his words “I was getting some medicine and I spotted her, so if you don’t mind me, I would like to talk to her about some college stuff, officer” he said walking off with YN, though he was technically pulling her to which she decided to comply. This man is dangerous, she can’t say anything for the moment, otherwise who knows what he’ll do, or if he even has friends that will come in and kill her during the night if something were to happen to him.

Shit, I should’ve thought this through.

She looked back at Carlton who had gotten off the car, perhaps going to fallow them so she decided to smile at him.

“Sorry Carl, we’ll talk another day, Barney here needs some help with college stuff!” she waved him off seeing him laugh at the name and all he did was smile and waved back. She felt the grip on her arm tightened till it hurt. “Barney?” he said the name in a questioning tone, perhaps pissed off that he was named with a childish name from a kids show. “Yeah, that’s for calling me stupid and making me look stupid in class” she said making him abruptly stop and stare at her “but I helped you” he said to which she shrugged “but thanks to you adding stupid at the end, I called my teacher stupid” she explained to which he continued staring for some agonizing seconds before he turned to keep walking and she fallowed “whatever” he said to which was the last thing that was said. They walked in an uncomfortable silence, she wanted to say something, but then she thought. How do you even start a conversation with a murderer?

They arrived at their destination, getting into the elevator as she pressed the buttons, as soon as the doors closed, he spoke. “You better not do that again” he said to which she looked at him with a puzzled face “you know what I mean” She knew what he was referring to, apparently, he had been observing her after all and knew she was really going to tell Carlton.

He was looking straight to the door, not even bothering to look at the female next to him. She looked down to her feet, how can she possibly respond to that? He sighed making her straightened her back and look at him who now stared at her dead in the eyes, she adverted her gaze “I will not hesitate in hurting you, your friends and family” he threatened approaching her in the small space, she backed away, she was getting cornered “do you need a reminder of what I am capable of?”

He questioned her in a low cold raspy tone that sent shivers down her spine, his voice now longer sounding so sweet like she had thought in the morning. She refused to let him win over her.

But it was impossible.

She yet again, is reminded this isn’t a friend, or just an acquaintance, it was a real murderer, who had her tied up like a puppet, he was in control of what she can do, and she didn’t really know what he was capable of or if he had other murderer friends which would make it worse if he did.

She had no escape, did she?

That only brought her to one solution, pretend that he is in control, make him believe that meanwhile she will try and squeeze information out of him, everything, and then she can talk it out with the police or so depending on if it was safe or not. She just couldn’t risk it, yet. She shook her head trembling a bit. She didn’t realize till now, but he was so imposing, scary, and it terrifies her that she is his prey and a way for him to have a sick satisfaction out of a cruel game of which consists in what she can do to get out of his little shitty grasp. He thinks she can’t.

A ding interrupted her thoughts and the doors opened and he walked out gazing at her who slowly fallowed and out of the elevator. No one was around for the most to say, so she guesses that it’s safe for him to go in if they hurry. She went to her room, grabbing her keys, she was trembling, trying to put the key through the keyhole, she dropped them making a loud clanky noise and she jumps due to the sudden noise in the silent hallway. She freezes in place, the world stopping around her. She finally realizes just how afraid she was, the mask of bein a strong brave female dropped and now she was just scared.

She heard dangling from behind, her keys were picked up, she was gently pushed away to the side, it felt so slow, like if time was slowly stopping before her eyes. The male opened the door motioning for her to get in, and her body just moved on its own, her eyes slightly widen, and her mouth was a bit open, she was in full shock ever since she had gotten out of the elevator, and she barely just realizes that.

Her trance of shock is interrupted when she hears the door being shut behind her and seemingly someone walking past her.

“Are you going to stand there for the rest of the day or will you come and eat?” he got her attention and she looked at bagged food from a fast food place “you didn’t buy food to make homemade food so I was forced to buy something” he said and that made her snap from her shock and anger flowed through her, forgetting fear, “you did what?” she asked rather pissed off at him.

He heard all her rabbling and the insults she threw at him for using her money, while he just stared at her with a blank face, already had put on his ski mask while she was busy being shock and in a trance of realization of many things. This was the girl he knew. It was strange, first she was all joking and even called him ‘Barney,’ and then she was in shock and didn’t snap out of it for a while till he mentioned him using her money, and now she is angrily yelling at him, a murderer.

Does she not appreciate her life? Does she have a desire to die? At some point, that question will not be answered, because it looks like she doesn’t want to die, but sometimes it seems like she does, or simply does not care.

It was truly amusing, and he wanted to see more. He wanted to break her will, rip her soul and shatter it to shreds and leave her with a true desire to escape, death being the only way out. He wanted to see her having the same expression all his victims have had.

But someone like her will take a while to break the way he wants.

To be honest, he quite doesn’t mind being patient.

He will drag her into the abyss of madness.

A smile spreads across his features behind that black mask.

He knew exactly where to start.

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Hey, just saying, i didn’t exactly edit this lmfao, and dunno if i will for the rest of the chaps, since i have them written down but fell in writers block lollll (also, why is it so hard to use Tmblr? 💀 call me old person coz idk how to use phones loll)

Also, i gotta say that I am writing hoodie how i want him to be? So he may be different from the Hoodie from Marble Hornets and from the fandom Hoodie or wtv. So hahha yeah, he may be different so just letting y’all knowwwww.

Either way, here it is, i don’t exactly think this story will be recognized but hey! Here it is ت

Eli out ✌🏼