This particular one-shot is based off a single sentence in the first one-shot .-. That's right, just one. I'll leave it to you to guess which one that is xD

Ssundee scowled at the wall. There was nothing to do in this god-forsaken prison, except watch the prisoners look up at the wall blankly.

Now, his job as a warden in this new prison was nothing like the fun and games of Cops and Robbers. Quite honestly, he himself felt like a prisoner. He stared at a wall. They stared at a wall. Really accurate, if you thought about it.

Why had he applied for this job anyway? All he ever did was think, and lug around the prisoners to showers. Plus, it wasn't like they ever did anything out of the ordinary. If they rebelled, they were as good as dead. They knew they were up against one of the famous (Or infamous? He could never really tell these days.) members of Team Crafted.

Team Crafted. Team Crafted. Team Crafted. The phrase reverberated through the deepest corners of his mind, and settled there, like an itch he couldn't scratch.

Would there possibly be a way to stop what had happened? No, Ssundee thought, That's like one thing that would probably not change no matter what.

It was like it was meant to be, no matter what. He just had this small feeling in him that nothing could ever change what had fated them.

He let out a small chuckle, shaking his head. Why was this so funny to him? The day they finally snapped apart probably gave him a scar or two of his own. Certainly not a laughin matter. But now matter how hard he tried, he started to laugh harder and harder, until his face was red, and his conscience started to waver.

His eyes widened as he realized what was happening, and he clamped his hands to his head. He could feel the gaze of the prisoners, as they sat upright, and tried to figure out what was going on with their warden. Or rather, whether they could finally get sweet freedom.

There's no point in trying anymore... A voice whispered into his ear.

Just let go, release it...

Don't hold back. Lay wreck to this world...

Ian let out a guttural scream, feeling tears swarm to his eyes. Why now? he thought, I'd been keeping it up for years. Years and years and years, with only a single triggering factor. Tears poured out of his eyes, as he slumped up onto a wall, oand wept.

Wept for what was and what is and what would be.

He knew why it was happening though. He knew why, because it was one really big thing that could lead any person into insanity.

The world slowly ebbed away into a flat, pasty gray color.

Yeah, he might've let a few murderers out, but there was nothing he could do to stop the Iansanity.

"D-do you know w-what I did to make this cake..."

I just had to say Iansanity. Sorry. :l I just had too. Too punny to resist the temptation. Oh, good lord. This has been written for 3 weeks. Too nervous to post, I guess?

I'm bad at writing long things :P