Scared....

Alone....

Hated....

Betrayed...

Tighter and tighter, (Y/N) grasped her legs with her arms as she leaned huddled against the cold walls of her prison cell.

All her confident energy from before, her eagerness to get revenge on Jeff, her determination...every last bit of it was gone now.

She became a wreck. Sucks to suck.

"Why'd they do this to me?" She muttered, suddenly letting go of her legs and banging her fist against the wall. "Why?"

The arrest kept playing over and over in her head, and she recalled the memory of Jeff The Killer and Eyeless Jack watching her from afar as she got taken away, probably not having a care in the world.

Jeff did this to me on purpose...he let this happen...

She wrapped her arms around her legs again, lowering her head onto her knees and letting stinging tears stream down her face. She felt hopeless and betrayed. She felt left behind. She felt she hated them-"the Creepypastas. She couldn't help but feel a disgusted rage growing inside of her.

"If it wasn't for Slenderman, I wouldn't fucking be in here..." she hissed to herself. "I'd be at home and not have to worry about killing people or getting arrested...everything would be normal like it used to be. But now he came and ruined everything and now one of his stupid idiot followers got me locked up in here. Dammit!"

(Y/N) gnashed her teeth together, squeezing her eyes shut and wailing as a pain in her forehead began to arise. She leaned against the wall again for support, as if the wall would comfort her from all of her distress.

What now....? I guess I just sit here and rot...for years and years to come...

(Y/N) began taking small deep breaths to stop herself from crying and slowly raised her head to look up at the door that kept her locked away from the outside world.

The hall outside the cell was dark, except for a few dim lights that flickered on and off a bit and gave off a small shine. (Y/N) was certain that it was still night, or at least very early morning.

Over the past two to three days, she had gotten barely any sleep, and so her eyes now were dreary with tiredness and still heavy from earlier when she had gotten locked up.

Thinking about it again, her eyes narrowed in anger as she remembered being pushed to a room in which she was asked many questions about the murder and shouted at by the guards. Not to forget the fact that she attempted to stab them both with her knife and punched them in their face, adding assault to officers on her list of offenses. She was so broken and lost that she could barely keep up with the barking of her interrogators and they gave up on trying to get her to admit to 'her crime'. She was taken to another room in which she was quickly stripped of her bloody clothing and given orange prison jumpsuit attire to wear. After that, she was set in another room where she was asked more questions and was prodded to answer on why she supposedly killed the two found victims.

(Y/N) remained quiet the whole time, for some reason refusing to answer, and refusing to defend herself either. After those three long and frustrating hours, she was taken to her cell in which she had remained for what seemed like forever to her now. In her cell, there was a small desk and a chair, a small bed, and boring book for her to read.

(Y/N) was too devastated to interact with anything else in her cell; the first thing she did was crawl up to the corner of the room and sit there-just as she still sat now.

"Hey Sally...do you miss me? You probably don't care, just like the others probably don't." (Y/N) murmured to herself, shifting her mind back to the Creepypastas. "And Ticci-Toby? We were gonna eat waffles together...but I guess you'll eat them with someone else now. Sir Masky...? You probably don't care that I'm gone...I seemed to piss you off anyways. Sir Hoodie? Probably just shrugging it off. I bet Zero is happy as hell. And Puppeteer too. Maybe Clockwork and Judge Angels will find a new killer to be friends with, instead of me. Laughing Jack will just give his candy to someone else...and BEN will find a new girl to follow around. Slenderman will...Slender will just re....replace...me...."

(Y/N) felt her eyes threatening to release tears, and she let them, her heart pounding against her chest in hurt. She had not been around the pastas for even a week yet, but she felt close to them...she missed them. The hate she felt dissipated and was replaced with a yearning to return to them, to be around them again.

But now, it was too late. This event had separated her from ever getting to be with her new 'family' of killers again. "It'll be fine..." (Y/N) tried to assure herself, looking blankly at the floor, "at least I'll have their memory with me-the good ones, I guess."

She smiled a bit though she was crying, and it was a weird, creepy smile she had never really shown before. She was overshadowed in sadness and pain, yet she felt like she wanted to burst out in laughter at her predicament. It all didn't make any sense...

(Y/N) sat there for a while, thinking, and smiling until she tired this and decided she should finally pull herself into the bed. She laid over the sheets and rested her head on the mildly rough pillow, looking out one last time through the window into hall. Her eyes then slowly closed shut as sleep drifted upon her.

But timing for her was quite bad, because not too long after she fell asleep, the sound of guards screaming and shouting in the nearby hall arose and the sound of footsteps stormed down past all the other cells towards her own...