"If you don't stop, I'm gonna start stabbing sh!t." // A DSMP Fanfiction

Chapter 148

    "Well... what now?" Sapnap asks as he looks around at everyone. "Uhm, let's just go back to HQ and continue work...?" Phantom suggests. Everyone lets out sounds of approval, and we all head back to HQ. "You know, who made disrespecting choccy milk a crime-?" Rose asks, and I shrug. "Well, I wonder if Timothy's okay... you all really did go overboard..." Ph1LzA muttered, sounding worried. I rolled my eyes. "Who cares? He did commit a serious crime." I say.

"He can rot in that place for all I care."

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    "LET ME GO- GAH-" Tommy said as he was forced into a cell. "DON'T I HAVE LAWYER RIGHTS OR SOMETHING?!" He yelled as they took his handcuffs off and kicked him. "Shut up. And don't even think of escaping, this cell is inescapable." The police officer said as they locked the door. "Say hi to your new cellmate..." They said as Tommy heard the jingle of the keys fade away.

    "What do you mean, new cellma... oh," Tommy said as he turned around to see a figure towering over him. "AA-" Tommy leapt back in fear, and that's when he actually looked at his cellmate. The figure was a woman with medium-length brown hair, part of which was covered by a red beanie and a cold stare, but that's not what got Tommy's attention.

    This woman was extremely buff. No, seriously. She looked like she used to be a bodybuilder. Tommy felt like she could crush him in an instant. But what worried him the most was the smirk on her face.

"Welcome to prison, newbie."

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    Mama leaned forward with the scissors in her hand. She cut the thread on my mouth and pulled it out. "So what is it, darling?" She asked. "Is it me or Papa?" I stared at her and slowly blinked. "P-Papa!" I said as I glared at her. She narrowed her eyes. "Are you serious?" She asked, her voice dangerously gentle. "Y-Yes!" I said.

    "Oh, you're gonna regret that, you piece of shit." She said as she raised her hand like she was about to hit me. "But I'll let it slide. Now get up!" She said like she was happy. "Where are we going?" I said as she cut the ropes tying my legs to the chair.

    "To visit an old... friend." She said with a smirk. She looked at me and clucked her tongue. "There's too much blood on your hair... and your dress... You'll have to change!" She said and happily reached into a box and pulled out a dress that looked exactly like the one I was wearing. "Come on, take your dress off!" She said as she looked at me. I tried to raise my arms but cried out in pain. She rolled her eyes and glared.

    "Do I have to do everything?!" She muttered and forced me to raise my arms. I screamed in pain and she immediately slapped her hand on my mouth. "Do you want someone to hear you?!" She said angrily. "Shut up!" I shook my head as I cried quietly.

    "Good girl." She said with a smirk and pulled my dress off. I looked at my arms and saw marks from the rope. Mama stared at my arms and grabbed a small dagger. I saw the dagger and immediately stepped back.

    "Stay still..." Mama muttered, then grabbed my arm. She put the tip to the top of my arm and started pushing it against my skin. I squirmed uncomfortably as I tried to get away. Then, without warning, she started moving it slowly down my arm. She kept on doing it until she reached my elbow. I yelped in pain as tears pricked my eyes.

    I watched as the red liquid went down my arm and eventually dripped onto the floor. I kept on crying but didn't make a sound because of Mama. She kept on doing it repeatedly until blood was practically gushing out of the wound.

    "It reminds me a bit of a river..." I thought and smiled a bit. Mama stepped back and looked at me like she was proud. "Such a good girl!" She said happily. "Now come on, let me put your dress on you." She said as she reached for the dress and slipped it on me. Well, after she made me raise my arm again... Ouch. She smiled at me and kissed my head just like Papa did.

    "Now for your hair... and you might need a mask..." She muttered and pulled out a blonde wig. "Come here, darling." She said as she patted the floor in front of her while she sat down. I went over and eventually sat down after crying a bit more.

    Mama grabbed the wig and placed it on my hair. She brushed and was soon satisfied. Then she handed me a mask to match my dress. "Put it on, hurry!" She said excitedly. I put it on, and Mama immediately grabbed me by my arm and pulled me up. She looked at me and smiled.

"You look perfect."