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Another failed scheme, she couldn't believe this. She had an army, allies– she had entire island fortress!

Walking with tense shoulders, each step turning more into a stomp, until she finally reached her cell.

Flopping onto the pathetic wooden panel called a bed, that unfamiliar thorny feeling in her throat growing stronger the more she truly processed how her life became once entering Superjail.

"Stingray?" When did she get here "Someone told me you seemed irritated..did you want to talk about it?"  __ had gently walked into the cell, so much so that Stingray never heard her footsteps.

"__, my treasure! It's nothing important, just an attempt to get into that jailbot's systems. It would have worked if that guard hadn't seen me." She claims sitting up, wearing an unnatural smile (an attempt to get her lover off her back) as __ comes closer to sit on the bed with her

"Right welll how do you feel about this?" Curse her care

"It's just a temporary set back. In no time I'll get out of here and together we can rule a new army!"

Stingray was never one to talk about how she feels. Always seeing it as an admission of fragility, whether she was the one talking or not. __ knows this and had learned that there wasn't much she could do to get Stingray to truly talk, so she adapted. Instead of getting her girlfriend to speak up she asked what would help her instead

Stingray's smile steadily lowered as she started __ dead in the face. She didn't feel like making a provocative comment (thought she could have fairly easy).

"Alright. Is there anything I can do for this set back?"

Stingray forgets that __ truly cares about her, with her always assuming that one day she'll up and leave her. So she took the time to study her face looking for any tiny movement to see if __ would break out in laughter or disgust. Yet she saw none of that

"Well.. I could use a hug"

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In another attempt at making Superjail more "amusing" the Warden decided to host some bake off competition with the winner given freedom (though we all see what happens with the grand prix). But as per usual it all turned to hell when someone's tray of croissants turned into some brutes with an unnecessary amount of arms and eyes. Amongst those things slaughtering inmates someone had taken wires from multiple ovens causing a large fire to spread across the room.

You and Stingray had ran with a group towards the only exit in the room. You reached the doors when one of those things grabbed you and a few others.

You tried to call for help but the pressure from the monster's grab couldn't let you breathe properly

Turning back to let you leave first, Stingray saw you in the air, her mouth agape. She saw it squish and eat the other inmates first before turning it's eyes to you, still struggling to get an even breathing pace.

Swiftly however, Jailbot sliced it's head in half using a chainsaw in his system, it's hand loosening letting you fall to the ground. Stingray promptly runs to you picking you up and leaving.

Reaching her cell, she sits you up on the bed. Hearing you wheeze she attempts to help you breathe

"I know I know– you have to breathe on count" Gradually your breathing recovered, and that's when you notices how tense Stingray truly was.

Her hands shook, her entire body seemed stiff, and her eyes seemed to twitch ever so slightly– although you suppose it could be from what just happened. As she stared at you she began to chuckle. You assumed it was an attempt to light up the mood, so you made a lighthearted tease

"Giggling after my near death experience? I'll make sure to die completely next time so you can get a good laugh" Her chuckle turning into laughter turning into bawling

"Woah, hey wait I-I was just joking around" you conveyed, holding her face in your hands. She looked haunted "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong? What's wrong is that you almost died, I would've just had to watch that vermin kill you!" Her brows furrowed before raising up in worry once more

"I was scared!" Her voice trembled

She quickly wrapped her arms around you, yet it was gentle, like she didn't want to hold you like that thing did.

You quickly hugged her back rubbing it in an attempt to soothe her. "Oh Stingray.. I promise I don't plan on dying anytime soon."

She held you tighter, a way to dismiss conversation "Just.. let me hold you"

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•I kept writing Stingray as Stringray

•Guys why is there no bullet list thing I'm manually putting it in

•I'm rewriting my Warden post I hate it

How I feel posting knowing I've only written factual essays and none of my teachers ever had a creative writing lesson:

"And this will be your office, if you need anything my office will be right across the door." the shorter man tells you, fidgeting

"Cool..uhh, is he just going to be watching us.. the entire time?" Referencing the lanky man in purple watching from around a corner...in what appears to be a version of the white robot from earlier (Jailbot? If you recall); only as a hovering cart with what you assume are multiple cameras coming out the front.

Turning to look, Jared jumps in place "Sir! Is-s something the matter?" He speaks, fidgeting more, yet also sounding slightly annoyed

Almost like he's shocked that he was seen, The Warden's body appears to jolt before quickly playing it off, stepping around the corner towards you two "Jared! __! I just came by to make sure the tours going well, I don't want the new hire getting lost." Arms raised up before going to lean on his cane "Sir you've been following us around the whole place, if you just wanted to be apart of too you could have just-" The Warden patted Jared's back rather roughly, and with his cane no less "I simply don't know what you're talking about!" He strained "But after this is over come by the office, give the newcomer some time to adjust by themselves, let's say in.. 5 minutes?" "5 MINUTES? B-but sir it takes at least 15 minutes to simply run over there!" "Well I suppose you start now" He says, hooking an arm around Jailbot flying off to his office, with Jared running in the same direction

You blinked twice, processing what just happened ".. I guess I'll look around my office"

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Jared bursts through the door, winded from running "I-I'm here sir!...Is there an issue?"

The Warden doesn't bother looking up from the monitor on his desk "Of course there's and issue, Jareduh" he says snarkily, before turning to face a shaking Jared. "Why haven't they talked to meee" he whined

Jared paused, "You called me into your office because they haven't talked to you? Sir, they did when they first came here!" Irritated that he took this so seriously "That doesn't count! It has to be a one on one conversation, how else am I going to be in their mind as much as they're in mine?" Laying across his desk, slightly melting (almost like slime)

"They just got here, it's not like there's something for them to go to-" "THAT'S IT! I knew that gigantic head of yours would have at least one good idea!" "W-what!?" "We'll host an event for all of Superjail to come to so __ can get used to the environment that is Superjail" facing the window looking out onto Superjail with his arms out "Sir, may I remind you of Superbar. We don't even have money for an event after you spent it all painting the walls a color you didn't even like."

"It'll be different this time!" turning back with a fist on his chest "Do you even have an event in mind?" "That event is for you to figure out and for you to tell me later-" shoving the cane in Jared's chest "Wait!" "Now I'm off to go uhh- watch the inmates on the cameras!" He sits on the edge of his seat, face practically touching the screen, as he looks at __

Jared, knowing he won't win this argument, sighs and walks out the door, already brainstorming on what to do.

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There needs to be less Jared hate and more Twins hate