HELLO! I'M ACTUALLY UPDATING SOMETHING OMFG WOW IT'S A MIRACLE- WAIT. IS ANYONE STILL HERE? *CRICKET CHIRPS*

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iamtheoutcast- MAYBE. MAYBE NOT. IT'S UP TO YOU TO FIND OUT MWAHAHAHA (yes i did)

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batman- EXCEPT HARLEY QUINN GOT PREGNANT, AND I HOPE JOVEN DOESN'T OR THIS IS GONNA GET WEIRD. BUT THANKS FOR THE ANALOGY, MR. BATMAN! SAY HI TO ROBIN FOR ME!

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Disclamer: I DON'T OWN SMOSHGAMES. THERE. I SAID IT.

"Log number one: Inmate number 126 is still uncooperative; he fights every rehabilitation attempt we make."

I run a hand through my long red hair, frustrated. "What are you trying to tell me here, Janice?" My boss growls in my face. "All I'm saying is that he's making my job extremely difficult. I don't have any idea what to do with him."

We both look over to the one-way glass panel separating us and Inmate 126. "Maybe we should start calling him by his nickname? You know, the one they called him at his workplace?" I sigh again, rubbing my nose." I tried that; didn't work so well."

I walked into the interrogation room, a forced smile plastered across my face. "Hey there Joven! You ready to work today?"

The second I said his nickname he jumped up. "Don't you fucking dare call me that. Only my friends and he could call me that!" He snarled, pulling as close to me as the chains around his hands and legs would let him. "Okay! I'm sorry! Please sir, calm down!" I yelled. "I want out now! I know my right to remain silent!"

He jerked around in his chair, glaring at me until I left the room.

"How about his friends? Can we get them to come and try and talk to126?" My boss asks. "Greg, do you really think they'll want to see him?" I reply, writing the idea down nonetheless. "Just give them a call, okay?" He sighs, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it in the open window. "Those'll kill you, you know." I quip, copying the names and numbers of his friends.

Matthew Sohinki; (212)-861-2390

Mari Takahashi; (212)-670-4729

"Thanks for the fact FDA."

Ian Hecox; (212) 771-9012

Anthony Padilla; (212) 541-3390

"I'll see you tomorrow, then!" Greg chuckles, tipping his hat to me and grabbing his jacket. "See ya," I mumble, re-reading the files on Inmate 126 and his companions' capture.

JOSHUA'S POV:

"And I'm wanted, dead or alive..." I hum quietly, boredly tugging on my chains to keep the beat. Sighing, I look over at the camera in the corner and roll my eyes. "So, are we ever gonna get to the point of this? Or am I just gonna sit here and wait?" No answer, not that I expected one. I sigh again. "That's what I thought."

I hear the door creak open. Finally! I spin around, smirking. The huge bolted door creaks open slowly, Agent Willow walking through. "Hello, Janice..." I say in my best Hannibal voice. "Hello Joshua. Are you going to cooperate today?" She asks, not closing the door yet. "I don't know. Are you gonna keep me chained here all day?" I return."Depends. Where did you and Mr. Moss hide his victims?" She asks casually, like we're discussing the weather or something. I internally smirk at this. I school my expression to a conflicted one, glancing around and biting my lip. "I can't say. He'll hear me." I whimper, fiddling with my hands. 'Can you whisper it to me?' She writes on a paper, sliding it toward me. I glance around the room in mock nervousness, then nod hesitantly. She leans over excitedly. "Deep in your mothers ass," I whisper, then burst out laughing as she jerks back and turns bright red. "You're only wasting your own time, Joshua." She sighs out. I lean back in my chair, content. "You should've seen your face there, sweets." I say, wiping an imaginary tear from my eye. She sighs again.

After a minute of her writing something in my file folder, she stands up and walks out. "Hey! Didn't your mama ever tell you it's rude to leave without saying goodbye?" I yell to her, tugging on my chains in irritation. She's back in less than 2 minutes. "We thought we'd change it up a bit." She states, moving away from the doorway. "Did you bring food? Because I have a soft spot for McDonald's." I quip. Agent Willow doesn't respond, only turns and waves to someone from the door before shutting it. I start spinning boredly in my chair (although my chains don't let me turn all the way). "I think there's someone here who wants to talk to you." She finally says, coughing quietly. I look up.

"Oh my fucking God," I hear a feminine voice whisper. "Joven?" Matthew breathes, taking a step towards me. "Get them out of here right now." I say, not even looking at my ex-bestfriends. "W-what? But they're you're best friends! It says right here in your file-" She starts, rustling through her damn folder on me. "Well, don't believe everything you read." I reply. "Joven, please. don't ignore us. We just want to talk to you." Anthony begs, moving in front of me. I laugh. "That's not what you wanted when you locked me and David in the conference room, calling the police and not letting us explain." I growl.

Before anyone can respond, there's a knock on the door. "Yes?" Agent Willow asks, cracking the door open. "We need you in the main conference room. I'll supervise 126 and his... companions." 5 minutes. Finish up here and I'll switch and watch 126 for you." A deep, gravelly voice says. " I have a name, you know." I mutter. "Okay." She says, shutting the door again.

She turns to my traitorous ex- best friends. "I'll be back as soon as I can. Don't worry, he's not going anywhere," She points to me over her shoulder. "Damn. You really have zero manners, Agent Willow. Pointing is impolite." I chuckle, enjoying the scared look on my former co-workers' faces. "Okay." Anthony says, stepping forward and shaking her hand. "We'll stay with him, then." Agent Willow then walks over to me. "Am I finally getting that goodbye kiss?" I ask, tilting my head the way he used to laugh at me for. "Be nice to them. You know you missed them, in the end." She looks me in the eye as she says this. "Oh, trust me," I say, with an evil smirk, finally meeting their eyes over her head, "I've been waiting for this for a looooooonnnnggg time."