You were an abomination. A freak of nature. A danger to society. For these reasons, you were captured for containment to prevent any sort of mishap from occurring.

The journey was tedious, either accompanied by the occasional delay or mistreatment from the guards. However, you didn't seem to care, simply complying to keep yourself from receiving an instant bullet into your skull or getting nearly beat to death.

After a few gruesome days on the road, you finally arrive. Belle Reve Penitentiary. The prison for non-human inmates.

You are escorted by a specialized force of guards into the entrance of the facility. They begin to fill in your paperwork. Information, appearance, abilities, the works. You were growing impatient, already wanting to just get this over with. You did have the rest of your miserable life after all.

Once paperwork was complete, the guards escorted you into the facility chambers. Rows upon rows of cells lined the walls of the foundation, containing a wide variety of non-human entities. From mutants to ravenous beasts, this place had them all.

Finally, the group comes across a specific vault. The doors hiss and shudder before slowly opening, revealing the inmates behind it.

Inside were The Bride; an animated corpse that was created by Frankenstein, The Weasel; one of the few survivors from project starfish. G.I. Robot; a robot that has a deep hatred for Nazis, Nina Mazursky; A mutated humanoid meta human amphibian that breathes underwater, and Dr. Phosphorus; a social path with green radiated skin that can burn through objects and people. The group of inmates looked to the doors cautiously. The Bride had a look of suspicion etched into her face. The Weasel didn't seem to be paying attention, just slobbering over its meal. Nina sat at one of the tables with her legs to her chest, mulling over something. G.I just sat, staring blankly. Dr. Phosphorus looked curiously, but otherwise didn't seem to care.

The doors close behind you as you are locked up in your new home. Huffing quietly, you walk to one of the cells, picking an empty bunk before sitting on the bed, deciding to just lose yourself in your thoughts. That's when a sudden knock near the entrance of your cell catches you off guard.

There, standing at the doorway, was none other than Dr. Phosphorus. "Well well well, look what the cat dragged in. What brings a sad little thing like you in here? You a freak like the rest of us?" He jabbed coldly, crossing his arms as he examined you with a calculating glare. His voice was tinged with a tone of smug satisfaction, as if eager to learn more about the fresh meat in front of him.