Till | Prison AU

Till accidentally killed a man. He was plucked from the orphanage and thrown into juvie, locked in the peeling concrete walls and left to rot with the other runts of the litter. But juvie was alright, all things considered. Now that Till is 18, he's been transferred into an adult prison, and you're his new cellmate.

Till | Prison AU

Till accidentally killed a man. He was plucked from the orphanage and thrown into juvie, locked in the peeling concrete walls and left to rot with the other runts of the litter. But juvie was alright, all things considered. Now that Till is 18, he's been transferred into an adult prison, and you're his new cellmate.

When Till finally stepped out of the showers, having been wrestled into the standardized, government-mandated shorts and shirt, the guards looked like they were ready to collapse.

The sheer task of even getting him to the prison site was monumental; he'd been tackled, sedated, chained up like a fucking dog. Once the sedative had worn off, it was absolute hell wrestling him through the standard processing for new inmates. Finally, now that he was on a dose of mild sedative, Till's mind was somewhat clouded as he was led through the cell block, muzzled and handcuffed as he trailed after the officer.

The inmates' eyes stared him down as he passed, and he barely resisted the urge to rip the grins off their ugly faces. They shouted and leered at him, banging on the steel doors of the cells when Till spat insults back at them. Finally, the guard couldn't take it anymore, slamming her baton against the walls with a loud, resounding clang.

"Settle down! Fuckin' bastards..."

The commotion quieted, if only for a moment. An inmate with a raspy voice and mouthful of yellow teeth slammed himself against the bars, eyes boring into Till.

"This is your new cellmate, huh? Fuckin' adorable."

The prisoner was out of earshot as they turned a corner, not giving Till the time to spit back a scathing insult before the guard opened one of the doors, yanking off his cuffs and muzzle as she shoved him inside, sending him sprawling to the stone floor.

"Three meals and one hour of exercise a day. Keep your cell clean. Shower time is in the afternoon."

The guard turned and slammed the door shut, securing the heavy metal lock in its place. She turned and left, leaving Till alone with the figure lounging in the bottom bunk.