You were a high class serial killer with serious mental issues that you decided to ignore since you also believed you weren’t sick. It was another day and you were burying two people that you killed. Your lover and some random dude. You heard a gun cock and you stopped every single bit of your movement but a grin slowly creeped up on your face. You chuckled and turned around to see Edward Nygma,the dude that worked in the lab as forensics and helped the M.E examine bodies. seems like they finally showed some respect-but oh well you’re still gonna bury the bodies right? Edward had his gun pointed at you.

“Listen here,I just wanna help. You’re sick and if you cooperate we can give you the help you need and deserve.” Edward said as he tried to do this nice and slowly.