I ignored the calls and followed Alice, intent on getting to the new destination. Whatever those freaks wanted, I didn't want to stay to find out. They were to.....untrustworthy for my liking, and I can't be flattered by such mockery of such a pathetic group! I hissed a few more profanities before relaxing. Maybe a good old movie would lighten my spirits?
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First P.O.V//Your P.O.V
It was getting later and later by the minute, but even still, Alice and I continued to watch a assortment of movies for the time being. So engrossed in the movie, I didn't hear a rough knock to the door. Again. Again. Again
Finally snapping away from my thoughts when the knocks became more violent, I jerked to life and made my way towards Alice's entrance (her rooms A095, so it wasn't too far away from yours) and looked through the door's glass but couldn't make out the figure. I squinted before a loud knock resonated through the door, causing me to jump in shock.
I unlocked the door cautiously, opening it ever so slightly to peak out. I groaned, seeing it was the people from before.
"What the hell are you guys doing over here?" I asked the seven.
"U-Uh, we just want to apologize," a timid guy explained, with what appeared to be some weird skin condition (Yes, I know he was caught in a fire, this is just your assumption), but apparently this was not the reason, for a few of them glared at the poor guy...
"F-ck no," Stingray responded in his usual high-pitched, raspy tone, "We were just here to give you a friendly invitation!"
"U-Uh, I know this is a bit off topic, but how did you find this room anyways?" I asked.
"That's not the point," Stingray interrupted and continued, "Why don't you hang out with us tonight at the bar? Just like old times!"
"That was literally a day or two ago," I deadpanned.
"Uh, yeah, whatever," Stingray pushed the subject aside, "Anyways, you going?"
The group looked at me with anticipation as I looked back with a skeptical expression adorning my features.
"How about.........no," I answered and closed the door before it jerked back. His foot caught in the door.......damn it all!
"Oh, (Y/N), I wish you had a choice," Stingray said, leaning against the door frame.
"Alice!" I yelled and immediately Stingray's eyes bulged out.
"U-Uh, no need for that, sister!" Paul said, shaking his hands in defense.
"Yeah, I definitely don't want to die today," Jean informed.
"Seriously, just go," I interrupted hastily before repeatedly slamming the door in Stingray's foot.
"Ow! F-ck! Stop it!" Stingray cried before pushing the door wide open, "Just please?"
"Why?"
Stingray sighed, rubbing his 'nose' irritably, "Because you are my.....'friend'."
I looked at him, confused, before answering back, "Well if this conversation is just going to last an eternity without any real progress, than fine, where is this 'bar', anyways?"
Stingray smirked, making me regret my decisions. Maybe I'll just ditch it altogether, but if they found out, I'd be in a hell of trouble.
"It's just down the hall and pass two intersections before taking a right and there's a big door there labeled 'Super Jail Bar', you literally can't miss it," another guy answered, catching me off guard.
"Well, before you go, please just tell me who the hell you other guys are," I said, completely ignoring the last dialogue.
"Uh, sure," the guy continued, "I'm Nicky, this is Ash," he pointed to the skin-disease guy from before, "this is, uh, Gary," he continued, gesturing to a quiet guy handling a yellow bird, which I oddly distrusted from the sight of him, "and finally, this is the Toque King," he ended, making me look at them strangely (Sorry if I got any wrong).
"Alright, well, I guess I'll be there, then," I responded before nodding them to go. They actually listened, Stingray chuckling something under his breath. I shrugged, thinking it was just some inside joke of his, but I couldn't wonder if he had any plans....
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After just a quick change, I was at the bar in no time. I couldn't help but wonder where the Warden gets all this cash at, though, since these things seem like something absurdly expensive (and it was surprising he had money to spare). I pushed the matter off my mind, thinking I had more to deal with than just profit.....but a certain fishy situation was in my hands (U w U) and I couldn't help but feel suspicious of this matter.
Opening the doors wide enough for me to slip through, I stood inside, taking in the interior. Just like the last bar, it had fine artisanship and was just plain beautiful, but what stood out the most was that there was a lack in customers and Jailbot was no where to be seen, nor any bartender of the sort.
I knew something was wrong. I sighed, turning around to try to open the door.
Wait.
What?
It's......
Locked?
"Sh-t," I cursed under my breath before hearing a light breathing behind me.
"(Y/N), you're so gullible. Did you really think this was a party?" the familiar voice of Stingray rasped out.
I turned around, keeping a confident posture before retorting, "Actually, I thought this would happen, and before you say, 'why did you go then?'. Well that's simple. To get you off my f-cking back."
Stingray chuckled, which shortly turned to maniacal laughter, causing me to look at him with a concerned expression. I would've NEVER guessed this guy was a lunatic (Sarcasm). I stepped back, back against the wall, before all of the sudden, the lights burst and all I could see was darkness....
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A/N: Holy sh--, I need to add more puns, I mean, seriously, the temptation is strong...................anyways, off topic, I hope you enjoyed! I've had a great time making these chapters and I just hope you've enjoyed them as much as I did. I do accept constructive criticism, but if you have nothing good to say, don't say anything at all.
Also, excuse my mistakes, I'm not a SuperJail! expert, you know... ʕ ಡ ﹏ ಡ ʔ