Author's note: This is my first fanfiction. I was talking to a friend about BB and our views of him were different enough that I decided to write down what I thought and it just sort of turned into this. Anyways, I hope you enjoy my story and maybe see BB from a new light!
B sat alone in the dark room. It was not that he particularly enjoyed the solitude, but rather that he had no one else he could talk to. He supposed he could try to leave, but what was the point? There was nothing left for him anyways.
As B wallowed in his solitude, he heard footsteps approaching. A few moments later, B saw another man enter the room. The man's face was obscured by the dark and what appeared to be a cloak. The man stopped by the doorway. He didn't say anything, just stood there, waiting. B sighed. It was clear why the man was there. Straitening up, B took a deep breath and began to speak.
I assume you're here because you heard about the LABB murder case? You learned of the sick twisted deeds I committed and now you are curious. Why would I do something like that? How did I come up with such a convoluted plan? How did it all work with my eyes? Was that really jam? Well, you came all this way, so I might as well give you answers.
First of all, yes, of course it was jam. Do you honestly believe that I would be dumb enough to be eating something like that in front of a detective? Second of all, gross. Listen, even I draw the line somewhere. My actions were a game between L and I. It wasn't some sick wish fulfillment and it wasn't some fever-dream killing spree. My actions were cold, calculated, and months in the planning.