[center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/856363867675164722/938648989237129216/text-1643861751806.png[/img][/center] [color=a187be]Upside down. Blissfully unaware of the goings on outside. There were a lot of pitter patter of feet. “One feet,” “Two feet,” “Hehehe,” “Bye bye feet,” The feet were stomping. Running. His feet were wildly stuck in the air as he waved them around toward the ceiling. Feet. Feet. Hehe.He's listening in, wondering what’s going on and why there is so much stomping going on outside. “They have escaped!” Ohhhhh? Nifty. Nifty swifty. The prisoners have escaped. The guards sound scared, worried, or concerned or both or all of them. Swinging his feet around. The lights flickered briefly. Hmmmmm? The lights danced briefly. More stomping outside. Then the locks clicked. Something is happening outside. Simone huffs, blowing what little hair has gotten in his eyes. Is it warmer in his cell? Maybe? Swinging his legs back and forth. His ears perk up to the sound of- -Huh is that killing outside!? Are people dying outside of his cell? “One guard,” “Two guards,” “Thre- no that’s an inmate,” “Bye bye inmate,” “Three guards!” “Hehehe” It feels warmer in his cell. Maybe. Just a little? He feels a little warmer, unlike before. Blood feels like it is flowing again. His cell door opens- -AAAAAAAAH!” he slams the door closed. “Ah?” Simone ask. The guard turns around, “Fuck! Do - do you have powers?” “Heehe, silly everybody here does,” “How - how bad are you?” “Not bad at all,” Simone tells him, “They took me in and I have done nothing wrong.” “That can’t be true,” the guard stammers. “Oh it's very true,” Simone responds, “What’s your name?” “Edward,” Eddy the No Face Guard. Because all the guards look the same. They all wear the same clothes. Maybe they are the same person! “That’s a nice name,” he giggles. “How old are you?” Eddy ask him. “I dunno,” Eddy suddenly has a face to show expression. He looks confused. Simone’s confused too. He answered truthfully. He blinks at Eddy’s puzzlement. “You don’t know?” “It’s the truth,” “They just threw a child into Thornwood?” Eddy sounds baffled. “Does everyone here deserve to be here, in your opinion?” Eddy takes time to think about it, scratching his red beard. Ope. No face. His face vanishes until needed for further purpose. “I suppose,” Eddy sighs with conflict in his voice, “Not.” “See,” Simone kicks his legs in the air, “I don’t belong in here.” “There’s a riot happening,” Eddy begins to explain, “Someone has taken over the facility, the power isn’t working as well, and the inmates are escaping. Powers are back online.” That’s very interesting. “Saaaay, Eddy, I am going to have to defend myself,” Simone begins in his sing-song way. “I don’t know if I feel comfortable with releasing you,” Simone blinks and does jumping jacks in the air, “I promise I won’t do anything bad and I’ll go right back to my cell if that’s what you want after. Pretty pleaaase. You came in here which means you need to be protected, righhht?” “I - you promise? I could lose my job if I let you free,” “I promise,” Eddy makes his way over. March. March. Authoritative feet. He leans over him, still upside down, till he somersaults to stand up. Facing Eddy. Staring into his pixelated blurry face. Wait, it would be better if he had a face now. Staring into his pensive brown eyes. “I am going to release you,” Eddy tells him, putting his hands on the straps of his jacket. “Thank you,” “One strap,” “Two strap,” Eddy watches him hesitantly, “You’re really a child, aren't you?” “And it was very bad to lock me in here, huh?” Eddy hesitantly begins to undo the bindings of his straightjacket. Eddy is so tall. But Simone leans his head into his chest. As if a child would bury their head into the chest of a Father. Silly Eddy isn’t his Father. But that’s what Eddy wants. “What are you thinking about?” Simone asks Eddy. “I,” Eddy seems puzzled by his gesture, but places his hand on his head, “My own children. And how I would feel if they were in a place like this.” “Aww, that’s so sweet, I remind you of your children,” Finally his bindings are done. Stretching out his arms. Mmmm. Nice. Eddy looks at him. Oh he still has a face. He’s smiling warmly at him. Simone leaps up to hug Eddy, “Oh thank you! Thank you!” “Of course, should we get out of here?” Eddy smiles. “I think so,” Simone smiles, dropping back to the ground. Eddy nods and begins to lead. He wasn’t paying attention very well. Poor Eddy probably just wanted to go home. His feet go stomp. Stomp. As he is motivated to protect him. Simone fiddles with the gun he took from Eddy’s holster. Oh did he say nothing about that? He took it. Tee-Hee. “Say,” Simone speaks up as Eddy opens the door. “Yes, what is it- -Bang. Eddy is shocked. They never fall to the floor dramatically like they do in the movies. Eddy’s eyes shake. He goes to grab for his taser. “I took that too, while we were talking,” Simone giggles. “Why?!” Eddy screams. “So that way you can wonder what it is like to be killed by your children too,” Of course he didn’t Have to kill him. But Eddy is a guard. And Simone could never be friends with a guard. If Simone was going to be a hero, then he had to kill the bad guys. He heads to the door and opens it, stepping out of his cell. Now what did freedom look like in a prison riot? [/color]