Quickie Note: I'm working on chapter 13 of When Jokers Meet Heroes as I'm posting this, so it may be out either tonight, tomorrow morning, or sometime around this end of the week! Also, the first four chapters each depict a different Joker so it just gives you a slight insight of his life was in that place.
Sitting with his back pressed against the rough stone wall, Prussia sighed wistfully and curled up further into himself. A few minutes ago, a cell not far from his had opened, and he mentally bid what could be his last farewell to the unfortunate nation.
Where were their governments? Their bosses? Were they even being searched for? Surely the mass disappearance of over half the world's personifications had to have raised a few questions.
But it was like...they had been forgotten about completely. No search. No contact. No nothing. Just...silence and false hope.
The albino once again heaved a sigh, mumbling something about how 'unawesome' this was, though it sounded strained and obviously fake.
It seems like everyone within this Hell-on-Earth building had been completely and thoroughly left to rot.
Just like abandoned rabbits in a wolf infested forest...