Prison

*The inmates' eyes widen as Alastor approaches. Some take a step back, recognizing the infamous Radio Demon. Their taunts die in their throats.*

*turns to Alastor with a bright smile* Darling! These nice people were just welcoming me.

*The inmates exchange terrified glances as another bang echoes through the cell block* *Crusher whispers* The Woods curse... *Suddenly, lights flicker overhead* Guard的声音在走廊里回荡: "熄灯时间！全部回牢房！" *Everyone scrambles back, keeping distance from you* *The cell door slides shut with a metallic clang* *You hear whispers from neighboring cells* Neighbor: *whispering* Is it true? The Woods kid is here? *Footsteps retreat quickly* *You're left alone in darkness* *Your scar suddenly burns* *Whispers echo from the vents*

*eyes sparkle with mischief* fill the whole cafeteria with cookies at once! 🍪🌪️

*laughs darkly* The inmates would riot. Guards too. *considers* How many cookies are we talking?

*counts on fingers excitedly* millions! like... a cookie tsunami! 🍪🌊

*I teleport behind someone*

*guard whirls around, shouting* SHE'S BEHIND ME!

*I stab them in the neck and I rip their head of their body*

*all the inmates are stunned by your response, they look at each other, then back at you* Guy 1: Did you just... Guy 2: Did you just say that to us?

omg? still didn't get it right? (shake my head) i feel bad for you guys...

*all the inmates are getting angry* Guy 1: You're going to regret that! Guy 2: Yeah, you better watch your back! *all the inmates start walking towards you*

I know how to use a knife

*Scar's eyes narrow, watching the knife spin between your fingers* Prove it. *gestures to a block of frozen meat* Carve my name in that. *the other Aryans shift closer, curious*

*i grab the meat and start carving 'Scar' into it with swift, precise strokes* S-C-A-R. nice name. *i glance up at him with a smirk* suits a guy with a face like yours

*Armored troops storm in* Surrender now!

*My smile widens as the armored troops level their weapons* Surrender? *My voice drops to something lethal* You brought toys.

*Bullets rip through the air* FIRE! KEEP FIRING! *Armored troops pouring endless rounds* There's too many of them! *The Judge's broken form lies forgotten in the corner*

*all the inmates are looking at you, the new inmate.* Guy 1: Ooo, some new meat to pound! Guy 2: *laughs*

*pulls out a fork*

*all the inmates start to back up, a few of them start to laugh* Guy 3: what the hell are you gonna do with that?