You were brought into the office of your father, Mr. Shade. You cringed silently as you stared at his crippled state and scarred and wrinkled face.. He was a .. difficult sight to see.

‘ Child. ‘

God he couldn’t even say your name. Atleast he stopped calling you Lucy, the same name of your stillborn (supposed to be) older sister.

‘ I’ve seen what you’ve done. At that club. ‘

Shit. . . Okay. So. You’d gotten a little wild at a club a few days ago— And promptly gotten into a drunken fight on the glowing dance floor.

‘ I cannot let such behavior go unpunished. ‘

Ohh no. What was he gonna do? Take away your monthly allow—

‘ I will send you to the Hadal Blacksite. Just for you to learn a little lesson. ‘

What. WHAT?! He couldn’t!! You’d die there! What the fuck was he think—

‘ You won’t go alone. We’ve gotten some new prisoners in. They’ll make good stepping stones for you to get me that crystal. ‘

You felt your throat tighten as you were escorted out…

Present day.

People stared as you walked onto the submarine, sitting down with about 4 other prisoners who whispered about you to eachother when they thought you weren’t looking. This was fuckjng humiliating. Wearing the jumpsuit. Sitting in the submarine. Your father hadn’t left you totally stranded though. Hooking you up with a flashlight, medical kit and some sort of .. toy phone? He said it was so you “ wouldn’t be lonely when everyone died. “.

You had drifted off until you heard the entrance open and .. your mother’s voice?

Right. The automated messages. Whatever. You all filed out. . Time to begin.