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---Paperjam's POV----

I sat in Ink's office, flicking through his art books as I waited for him to come and collect me.

You see, today is the day I've been waiting for. Today's my sixteenth birthday.

For ages now I've wanted to help out in the police force, not as an officer, but as a physiatrist of some sorts. I've always wanted to talk to the criminals in here and ask about their problems, you know, as someone to talk to. These criminals often seem quite happy to have someone to talk to as far as I've heard from Melon, a physiatrist that works here. Apparently most of them have rather interesting stories to tell.

For so long Inks been putting off the idea. But after a whole three days of me continuously begging him, he caved in and said I could once I'm sixteen.

And that day is today.

I'd already opened all my presents from dad and my friends, and I loved them all. But this is what I was most exited for.

At the sound of the door handle turning I snapped the art book shut and placed it back where it was originally on the desk before looking up expectantly.

Ink walked in, a happy expression on his face. "Hiya Jammy."

Instantly I tackled him down in a hug, giggling. "Heya dad!"

He yelped, stumbling back slightly in surprise. "Whoah, you haven't greeted me like that since you were a kid!"

I pouted, pushing off of him. "Would you rather me greet you like a moody teen?"

Ink laughed, shaking his head. "Please don't."

"Alright then." I stood up straighter, rocking back and forth on my feet slightly. "Sooooo..."

Ink sighed loudly, rolling his eyes. "Your inmate is ready and waiting for you..."

"Yes!" I squealed, jumping up and down. "Can I go now?"

He sighed weakly again before nodding. "Just...please be careful..."

"I will be!" I said, hugging him quickly again. "Show me the way then!"

He spun on his heals, walking back out of the office and into the corridor. "You'll recognise this inmate..." He muttered. "You've seen him before..."

I glanced at him curiously, but he avoided eye contact with me, staring straight ahead instead. "Don't ask questions..."

The rest of the walk there was silent, with Ink looking slightly moody and me just humming softly as I looked around.

Eventually Ink stopped by one of the psychiatrist cells. They're the ones with really thick glass at the front so that people can see in. Inside the walls and floor are plain, all white. Inks always hated these rooms, but no ones ever changed them.

In the middle is a desk, and two chairs, one on either side. Normally they're empty, but today, in the chair for the inmate, was someone.

I recognised them immediately.

He was leant back in his chair slightly, glancing down at the cuffs that kept his hands locked to the chair. He was a skeleton, dressed in the most clashing of clothes adorned in an odd baseball cap and a pair of shades.

Fresh. That was his name. This is the second time he's been caught by the police apparently. The first time he was in here for a few months before his gang broke him out. But he got caught again four years ago and has stayed here ever since. No break outs have happened for him.

He's supposed to be spending seven years in prison, so he's about halfway through his sentence.

Another member of his gang that that was caught ages ago, Geno, has almost lived out his sentence of fifteen years. He's only got a few days left actually.

I know very well that Genos not really living the life of a criminal. He was sentenced to live with Reaper for the duration of his sentence because he was deemed as 'too fragile' for prison conditions.

Anyways turned out that the two of them fell in love and had two kids. As far as I'm concerned, Only they, Ink and I know. And Error...but he's in prison to now...

He got caught three years ago when a police officer came round to check on Ink without warning. They somehow got in only to see Error sat in the living room without a care in the world.

Obviously Error couldn't admit that he lives with Ink or he'd loose his job immediately and probably be arrested as well. So he pretended he had been trying to rob Ink.

So attempted robbery was added to the long, long list of criminal offences Error had committed. He's been sentenced for life.

I shook my head rapidly as Ink unlocked the cell door before standing back.

"You have an hour...you'll talk once or twice a week. You know the rest."

I nodded before hugging him quickly. "Thanks dad."

He smiled as I pulled away and stepped into the room. "No problem Pj."

I heard the door lock behind me as I walked into the room and instantly the colourful skeleton looked over at me.

"Sup broski?"

I glanced at him warily as I sat down. I remember Ink saying that this guy had a weird way of talking...

"Hi?" I looked him up and down, blinking.

He let out a snicker before tilting his head to the side. "So you're Inky's kid huh?"

I nodded. "Yeah...one of two...kinda..." I winced, thinking back to my brother, Gradient.

"Harsh. I heard about how your brother ran away." He said, sounding genuinely concerned.

I sighed, nodding. "Well anyway. I'm Paperjam, and I guess I'm going to be your psychiatrist."

He let out a laugh, his shades changing from saying the words YOLO to COOL. "Well then, Paper-something. I'm Fresh."

I rolled my eyes at his obvious failure to remember my full name, but I let out a small giggle none the less. "I knew that."

He chuckled leaning forwards slightly. "I'm guessing Inky told you that then, huh?"

I nodded, glancing over at the glass wall where a few people were stood watching, Ink being one of them. "So...uh...I'm not supposed to ask this...but...what was Ink like, back then when he ran off with you guys?"

Fresh let out a laugh again. "Oh Inky was a right rebel, falling in love with the most wanted criminal in our country very well knowing who he was." He shook his head, smirking. "He was almost a criminal himself."

I leaned forwards. "My dad, a criminal? I don't think so."

Fresh snorted. "Well you better start believing it, cuz it's all true."

I glanced at Ink, deciding to take a risk. "Can you tell me a bit about him? Back then I mean."

Fresh smirked. "You said you weren't supposed to ask questions like that."

"Yeah..." I sighed. "But I'm curious! Whenever I asks he just tells me to forget about it or say that it's not important."

Fresh went silent for a moment, as if thinking. "Alright then...ask away young one."

I shifted in my seat, looking up at him with wide, curious eyes. "Did he really run away with you guys once the others broke out you, Nightmare Horror and Lust?"

Fresh chuckled. "Oh you bet he did. Wouldn't leave Errors side. I had to have a double take when I saw him clinging to Error the night I was broke free. It was quite a shock to be honest."

I giggled. "I can imagine."

Fresh glanced over at the door at the sound of it opening and I instantly looked over my shoulder to see Ink walking in.

"Jammy times up for today."

I blinked. Had it really been an hour? It certainly didn't feel like it.

"Oh okay..." I stood up and Ink walked out.

"Hey bro! Wait a minute!" Fresh called, making me look back at him.

"What?"

"What was your name again?"

I laughed. "Paperjam."

He shook his head, tutting. "I'll never remember that. How about I call you Jammy?"

I smiled, nodding. "I'd like that, Fresh."

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Mmmmmmmm I've got Jammy and Fresh in :'D

Ric prepare for Paperfresh

I hope

lmao the next paperfresh moment in this book is like over twenty chapters away actually--

:'D

-Jess-