#tw prison

damn it. Noy again . And my brother thinks it's fucking funny to get threatened to get the cops called on me to get me taken to jail.

Fuck you.

Maybe I do deserve it.

Maybe it's where I belong. Away from society.

Maybe. Just maybe that where I need to be.

Haha at least HE would be happy that I won't be bothering him.

Maybe that's where I belong all along. Maybe I don't have no destiny. Maybe that is where I belong. With the bad teens.

The ones who killed. The ones who hurt.

I didn't even touch my brother. He lied to my grandma and she threatened to call the cops on me. Again.

Ahaha like I matter anyway, I don't think they love me as much as they say they do. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised.

Haha at least id be alone with my thoughts.

But wait. If I did get thrown in jail, that'd ruin any chance of becoming a firefighter.

Hell maybe that's not what I was meant to be anyway.

Maybe I was made to be a jailbird.

Maybe that's where my destiny is.

I don't believe in fate anymore. Cus I'm about to get thrown behind bars if my brother accuses me of hurting him again. If this is fate, I wonder what good things will come out of life.

Health anxiety be like :do you see this most random and harmless thing? It will kill you bruh

One death, for another.

A fair deal?

A life for a life.

An eye for an eye.

Or should we

Turn the other cheek?

Give them another chance,

But to kill?

The gallows or the guillotine?

The rope or the blade?

Or maybe the electric chair?

For that killer.

Even if they’re free,

What do they have left?

No job and a criminal record?

When Vilgax ship crashed into the ocean I feared I would die. But that is a common terror.

I was once subject to an incredibly horrible nightmare at the tentacles of Cassiopeian Dream Eater. Once the creature was removed however I endured persistent nightmares for a few months afterward.

I would have awful dreams and then wake up in the Plumber cells where I spend my days listening to inmates yelling, fighting and generally being the dregs of society. It was a nightmare. And the longer I spent there the more I feared that I would be trapped there for the rest of my life, however long that ends up being.

Then there was the worst one, the fear that I will die in this miserable form and no one will mark my passing. I won't even be a footnote in the annals of Galvan history because the life span of a human is a blip compared to more civilized races. My effort spent coding on the Omnitrix will no doubt be omitted from data logs. My life's work, the Ultramatrix was destroyed and I do not have the materials nor the dexterity to recreate it. This child's body has many drawbacks.

Varian in prison

It was chilly in the prison cell. Of course it was. Why would it be anything other than chilly? Anything other than a reminder of the day everything went wrong?

Varian used to like it when it got colder. The chill meant the harvest season was upon them, which meant festivals and feasts and celebrations. It meant Old Corona lit up with joy comparable to that of the capital.

Now the chill just reminded him of the blizzard, of the cold lonely house, of the cold amber his dad was trapped inside.