In the middle of a dark purple room, as the ceiling cries a purple substance, a young man is curled up in the fetal position, all battered and beaten up. He was wearing a prison uniform, which was bloody and torn. The prisoner's head was resting upon his knees but was soon startled by the sound of the ceiling's tears hitting the water in a cauldron. It was causing him to bring his arms up above his head in defense. After realizing nothing is happening, he looks up at his defensive arms and sighs in relief.
"He's not here…" the prisoner told himself, slowly descending his arms. After convincing himself, the prisoner gets up from the cold but warm floor and staggers toward the cauldron. Although only five steps away, the prisoner was out of breath and leaning on the cauldron.
"He went all out today." The prisoner smiled and laughed after thinking about his tormentor's visit earlier. Soon after calming down his breathing, he looked into the cauldron. "Huh… I look horrible."
Smiling down at his reflection, he saw his once short, dirty blonde hair as long, dirty blonde with old, dried-up blood. He could now see his face for the third time after hiding his face from the world and himself. One dark emerald eye was staring back at him; it looked tired and emotionless, which would explain the eyebags above his freckles. Soon, the reflection's eye frowned, seeing all the wounds on his face, especially the rotten dead scar between his eyes. The fault came from the upper right of his forehead to his left cheek. Feeling frustrated, the prisoner looked at the corner of the room and stared at the remaining section of the once-white, smiling mask.
"My mask…" said the prisoner, gritting his teeth. "Tch…" he grabbed it with his burned left arm; the mask was now only a quarter of a circle with a black dot at the middle top. This mask was essential to this man; it helped him not to show his emotion, but mainly to not show that he didn't show weakness to others. Getting sick of thinking about the past, the prisoner looked down at his prison uniform. The Prisoner's blood covered the uniform with blood, and His tormentor ripped off his name on the uniform, so only the letter 'D' was visible. Tired of seeing the state Prisoner D was in, he gripped the mask in frustration and used all his strength.
"I'm tired…." Prisoner D said. Tired of using his strength, he stumbled backward onto the floor. "Why am I so tired?" he thought. "I've never felt tired for the longest time." He stared at the dark purple ceiling and watched a purple substance hit his forehead. And as if being hit by a sleeping spell, Prisoner D slowly closed his eyes.
"You know what… I'll sleep for the time being. Quackity did say that he won't be back for a week. I just hope Techno doesn't get fooled by Quackity's scheme…."
Prisoner D fell into a deep slumber, so deep that he didn't feel his existence was slowly fading. The prisoner's body glowed emerald green and soon burst into emerald green specks of dust, leaving a cell that was considered inescapable empty.
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"Why is it so noisy and bright?" Prisoner D thought to himself, hearing what seemed to be waves crashing onto the land, and bright light annoyingly shined on his eyelids. He went to turn over to hide his face from the morning but felt that his clothes were baggy. "What the…?" Confused, Prisoner D woke up and stared at his once-fitted prisoner uniform for an adult over six feet tall to see that his entire body shrunk to when he was in middle school. "Why am I back to being five feet and three inches?!" Scared by the sudden change in his body, he jolted straight up and finally saw a view he never thought he would see the ocean again.
He laughs hysterically, taking in the new surroundings and the situation. The prisoner yells in excitement, "I'm out! I'm out! I've shrunk, but I'm out!" Prisoner D statedly shouted. He laughs hysterically, taking in the new surroundings and the situation. Standing up clumsily, he welcomes his newfound freedom for a second and turns his attention away from the ocean to what seems like a junk pile.
"Maybe I can find some sort of weapon in this pile of junk…?" With that thought in mind, Prisoner D searched for a weapon but never expected what was behind the piles of junk. After looking through the stacks in front of him, he looked elsewhere but found stairs leading up to what seemed to be a concrete platform, which then led to medium-sized family houses. "There are so many houses…." The now small prisoner was puzzled by his new surroundings. "I'm not in my land anymore." Frustrated with this thought, he ran up the stairs but tripped over his now baggy prison uniform. When he hit the ground, he screamed in pain, and tears started forming in the corner of his eyes. "Why does it hurt so bad?" He slowly removed the top of his uniform to reveal that all his wounds were still there, especially another rotten dead scar on the right side of his lungs.
After quickly putting his uniform back on, Prisoner D slowly stood up and saw what seemed to be a billboard, but not a wooden one. He wanted to see if the billboard could tell him where he could be, so he quickly walked over to it, but to his dismay, the words or characters were foreign to him. After noticing this, Prisoner D went to grab his mask at his waist out of reflex to hide his face, but his mask was not there. The tears, still forming from his fall, began to pour out. Even though he was considered a villain with no emotions before, he was now a child who could not control his feelings. "My mask!!! Where is my mask!!!" Prisoner D shouted, causing the people living around the beach to exit their homes and go to see who was screaming. Seeing people coming out of their homes, Prisoner D ran back to the pile of trash and dug himself a hiding spot so no one could find him.
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Breaking News
An Injured Child Found At Takoba Municipal Beach Park
A young boy was found at Takoba Municipal Beach Park. He seems injured and is wearing a torn-up and bloodied prisoner custom. Locals said they were startled by him and ran back to the beach shore. Locals followed him, but the boy disappeared with the help of the garbage. The locals looked through the whole beach but couldn't find him.
Here's his description: a fifteen-year-old boy with emerald green eyes and dirty blonde hair with what seems to be dirty red highlights. He has freckles and scars, especially a prominent spot between his eyes. He is wearing a prisoner costume that is too big for his body. If you find this boy, please call the authorities for the kid's safety.