Y/N sighed and walked over to the couch. Sitting down she leaned against the back cushion, why couldn't the beds be this comfortable? Y/N closes her eyes and listens to the room around her. She can hear Chucky squealing as Stu vigorously shakes the shelf back and forth, Freddys still yelling at Jason for whatever reason. The calming music from the small table was drowned out by the loud yelling and screaming, but short scribbles could be heard from beside her, and if she listened hard enough she could hear the heavy and cold sounding breath from behind Michaels mask.

Y/N felt a light tap on her shoulder, opening her eyes she looked to her right and was met with Bubba shoving a piece of paper in her face. Taking the page she squints, It's her? Well a very messy version of her, but it's the thought that counts. Bubba wails and claps as Y/N puts the now folded piece of paper in one of her pockets.

"Yo Y/N!" Stu jumps in front of Y/N. "What're you guys doin?" Billy walks over and shoves him to the side "They're drawing." Billy lifts an eyebrow. "Aw no fair!" Suddenly a loud yell can be heard, then next thing you know Stu's flailing his arms around as Chucky violently head buts him. Long story short they both got tackled and free time was cut short.

"Seriously?" Tiffany asked Carrie. "That's what I heard." Tiffany looks at you. "Is that true?" You nod. "God they're all idiots..." She says facepalming. "Y/N, have you met anyone new?" Carrie asks. You pull out the piece of paper you had from your pocket. "Oh how... sweet?" Tiffany takes a better look. "He's not much of an artist, but I think he has a thing for you... I'd go talk to him." You look over to his table and shake your head no. "Well, you have to talk to somebody! Might as well be him?" She stares at you. "Oh right... maybe you can just sit with him, that'll make some sort of connection." You stand up as Tiffany and Carrie hype you up.

"We've got a runner." Stu whispers to Billy. "A fucking what-?" Billy looks over. "A RUNNER, Y/Ns on the move!" Stu points at Y/N, making her way to Bubbas table. "Why the hell would she wanna sit with those losers?" Billy glares at the table. "Not sure..."

You stood at the end of their table, waiting for someone to notice you, or acknowledge that you exist. Bubba looks over, he immediately starts making noises and motioning to the empty seat beside him. You sit down as he pulls out more drawings, all still childlike, but cute nonetheless. He pushes them towards you and claps his hands as you put them in your pocket with the first picture. This table wasn't so bad, a nice guy who draws you things, and two statues, well Jason kind of cared, he watched you and Bubba the whole time. Michael just sat still and stared at the wall, he was listening, but he wasn't included, he never seems to be.

Laying on your bed, You're glad Tiffany suggested that you sit with Bubba, it was nice "talking" to someone who isn't obnoxious.

You decide to pull the pictures out of your pockets and walk over to the barred up window. You lean the pictures against the bars so it's almost like they're framed, to bad you don't have any tape. Finally you lay down and for once, you actually get a decent amount of sleep.

Billy and Stu sit in the corner of their cell. "I say we kill em- " Billy scoffs "We can't do that! He's helpful... but I don't like them hanging out together." Stu sighs. "Well what're we gonna do about it!?" A loud bang is heard from one of their cell walls. "Can you guys shut up! I'm tryna sleep here!" Chucky yells. "Did- did you just throw yourself against the wall?" "SHUT UP!" "OKAY DAMN- "