Admin: Hm, I guess I better go update Cell Block Stories-WHOA BACK UP THE TRUCK HOW MANY FOLLOWERS DOES THIS HAVE?
Five is a good number... I think. And now I actually have to add a plot and stuff.. groan
With thanks to InsideMyBrain and A Broken Imagi-NATION for reviewing~
"So, Ivan, do you think you'll learn how to survive in this hellhole?" Arthur jabbed an unidentifiable lump of meat with his spork, the edges dulled so that the inmates didn't use it as a weapon.
"Da. I like your companions. They are funny." Ivan popped an overstewed clump of green vegetable in his mouth and chewed.
"Yeah, I don't know why they have to isolate us like this. I mean, we aren't that insane." Arthur lowered his eyes.
"Besides, the really insane ones are kept in Cell Block F." He twirled his finger next to his ear. "Rumor has it, they killed a lot more than just one person. They're actually killers, not like us."
Ivan smiled. "I would like to meet these people, da?" Arthur chuckled weakly. "I'm not sure, but I think Cell Block F is only a little ways down."
"Does anybody know how to make lockpicks?"
"Toni. Keep your spork."
"Da. See you tonight."
...
"Over here!" A cheerful voice rang out in the middle of the night. "I have your freedom!"
"Ssh! Are you mad? You know the punishment for sneaking out!"
"Oops. Lo siento."
There was a jiggling sound, then a click, and the sound of a door swinging open.
"Okay, do Ivan's now."
Antonio giggled. "Sure, Arthur."
"Get your mind out of the gutter, you bloody wanker."
"My mind's too far gone, it's in the basement now. Or maybe Hell." Toni giggled as he picked the lock to Ivan's cell. The door swung open, and Toni stood there, beckoning.
"Well, you want to meet the demente chicos, si?"
"Da."
Ivan tiptoed out of the cell to see Arthur standing there.
"Come on. It's down these hallways."
The prison had a lot of hallways, so after a couple of wrong turns, they finally made their way to the armored door of Cell Block F.
"Do you think you'll be able to pick the lock on this one?"
"Si! There has never been a lock that I can't pick. Except for Lovi's bedroom lock. That one was impossible!"
"That was a key code, Toni."
"Whatever!" Toni whispered as he jammed the spork into the lock, twisting it around until the lock clicked and the door swung open.
"Toni, you stay on the outside in case we need to get out. You can hide in the shadows, right?"
"Yeah!" Toni smiled as he ushered the two fugitives into the mysterious room.
...
The room was not what they expected. It was warm and comforting, and furnished like a child's nursery. The walls were padded, and the floor is plush. There were discarded books and toys everywhere, and a doorway leading to what looks like a dorm was on the right side of the room. The lights were bright, almost blinding, compared to the rest of the dank prison.
"Oh, dear! It looks like we have some naughty little children who have stumbled down the wrong path!" A manic giggle was heard from behind them. Arthur whipped around to see a blond man with blue eyes wearing a pair of flannel pajamas.. He was smiling madly, but otherwise he looked normal.
"W-who're you?"
The man paused to think for a few seconds, before replying, "They used to call me Oliver. Yes, Oliver."
"Who else is here?"
"I am here." A cold voice joined the conversation, full of sarcastic humor and scorn. "I'm Luciano, and I regret your choice of coming here."
The blond man pouted. "Oh, Luci, you're always so boring. Can't we play with them first, just a little?"
"Oliver, stop acting like a first-grader! You're a grown man stuck in a mental asylum! Can't you act your age?"
"Oh, but there's no weapons here!" Oliver giggled, and there was a slapping sound. The other man finally moved into view, shoving the blonde man over. He had auburn hair and violet eyes, and he was also wearing a pair of flannel pajamas. The blonde pouted. "Don't touch me, poppet. We may not have weapons, but I still keep my nails sharp."
"H-hey. Have you seen my baseball bat?" Ivan felt a tug on the orange jumpsuit he was forced to wear. Another man with tanned skin and brown hair was standing next to him. He was slightly shorter than Alfred, but he had a look of a lost puppy on his face.
"I'm sorry?"
"My baseball bat. They took it away from me and I can't find it!" The man wailed.
"Allen, go back to bed. You can find it in the morning." Oliver quickly ran to the man's side and ushered him back to the dorms. A look of anger passed over the man's face, but Oliver quickly added, "And then we can murder some innocent civilians, okay?" The man nodded wildly and stumbled back to the dorms, mumbling to himself and smiling.
"HAHAHA! How lucky I am, the hero!" He laughed maniacally. Oliver patted his back and soothed him. "Yes, yes, now you go back to bed." Allen walked through the doorway, and Oliver sighed.
"Poor thing. It's so grating to have to keep taking care of him. And especially with what he had to go through too." He murmured.
"What happened to him?"
"Killed his lover, you know." Ivan exchanged a glance with Arthur. This was already sounding too familiar. "He had... problems, and his lover was with him all along. But Allen got afraid, and paranoid. He was convinced Kuro was trying to kill him, so when visiting hours started, Allen took his neck in both hands and strangled him." Oliver whispered. "Poor soul." Ivan shuddered.
"So, what, is this some kind of special prison for people who've killed off their lovers or something?"
"I guess so. But it's also for special people, like us!" Oliver giggled.
"Cut the crap, Oliver. They know why we're here. I know why I'm here." Luciano smiled, and wetted his lips slightly.
"Look, we have to go now" Arthur backed toward the door. Oliver fixated him with a look of longing.
"Will you come back to play with us tomorrow? Oh, please say yes!" He pleaded.
"Alright." Arthur nodded. "See you tomorrow."