3rd POV
Y/N unfroze as he yelled out, Korgo looking around to fight someone.
Y/N: what.....oh yeah......
Ruby: Y/N?
Y/N turned to look at her as she sat there, looking up at him.
Y/N: how long have you been here for?
Ruby: about 30 minutes, the General is coming....I can stall him. But I need to know the truth, you completely lost it. That isn't you, I know I haven't known you very long but that wasn't the back pained, uncaring man that I found after he destroyed a city.
Y/N: damn you bringing up the recent past. But, I might as well tell you what happened....why I flipped out like a gorilla when a kid falls into its enclosure.
Ruby: very descriptive but ok.
Y/N: during that fight.....I remembered something.....I don't know how I forgot it....but I wish it remained that way. Some years back, I killed my best friend Danielle. I was an ugly friggin troglodyte looking thing that I'm pretty sure you saw.
Ruby: the red one?
Y/N: no, yellow....anyway I sucked her into my gill and she died, probably painful, I saw my blood melt car tires one time.
Ruby: is that all?
Y/N: I then snapped out of it, then started to beat Emerald like mea- I mean uh......a punching bag.
Ruby: what were you going to say?
Y/N: your innocence cannot he lost my child!
The sound of boots were in the hallway.
Y/N: oh sweet Gods I'm going to get shot.
Ruby: you won't be shot.
Y/N: imma get shot!
The soldiers all went into the room with their guns trained on Y/N.
Ironwood: Y/N L/N, we've heard you lost control, you may have to come with us. Force will be used if needed.
Y/N: you wouldn't shoot someone that was pregnant!
Ironwood: are you implying that you're pregnant?
Y/N remained silent for a quick second.
Y/N: possibly
Ironwood: we just want to ask some questions, then you can come back here and do whatever.
Y/N: oh sweet lord the baby is coming!
Ironwood: tranq him.
Y/N: I'll flip out like a silverback Gorilla, watch me!
One of the soldiers shot him in the eye with the tranquilizer. Y/N began screaming in pain as a bunch of other tranqs went flying at him, to the point where he looks like a porcupine with the quills on the stomach rather can the back. He then fell forward, the glass of the needles shattering as he let out a groan in pain.
Ironwood: don't worry, we're not killing him or torturing him.....we just want him to answer some questions and perhaps he can be helped....or put in a mental institute, whatever comes first. Men, get him.
Ruby: you shot him in the eye though!
Ironwood: stuff like that happens all the time, now can we please get him to Atlas so we can test him.

Sorry this chapter is short, the next one will be what many may want. More Y/N and Ironwood back and forths