Life in the Big Dollhouse! (Chapter 1)
The Words of Judge Maria Goldberg rang loudly within Vincent’s mind, her silky beautiful voice and her flowing blonde hair burnt into his memory as she said in the most somber tone “Vincent Whittman, the state of Maryland hereby sentence you to five consecutive life sentences without the possibility of parole”
Vincent could never fathom the idea of being caught, he never killed for the purpose of killing, he changed up the way he killed, he even made sure to talk about it on the news, to try and push the police in other directions, but somehow, he got caught.
It was probably his hubris, got used to the act, that he got carefree, or it was that man he saw sniffing around his dumping grounds carrying a bag of his own… would another killer really rat him out? risk being caught, no that’d be even more egotistical than Vincent could imagine, and yet, that smile…
“Okay inmates!” He was brought out from his deep thoughts, realizing that he’d been walked into a room of despair, next to his sides stood other inmates, low lives who got to stupid, too reckless.. people who were far from his league, and yet he’d share this wretched place with them.
He looked up to where the voice came from, only to realise that it was from a prison guard whose height could only be explained as less than average, yet he stood with purpose, one to show that he could take anyone of them in a fight, and that's when it finally sunk in.
Vincent was a nobody again.
All the work he’d done, all the climbing to become the brightest in the room, all that murdering, the Voice of Channel five was never going to be remembered for his bright smile and entertaining shows, Vincent Whittman had crumbled into nothing but a killer, and nobody would ever care about him again.
that broke the former tv anchor and he began to spiral, letting the guards move him around like a damn ragdoll for the fiftieth time this hour.
he didn’t care anymore, he had nothing, not even his dignity was left.
He was stripped by all his old clothes, pushed into a shower, and cuffed to the wall.
The guards then turned it on from afar, and he let out an unwilling scream at the water, so cold it scolded him.
They uncuffed him from the wall, only to cuff him naked and afraid, to walk in front of all the other naked new inmates into a room where they took your last ounce of dignity…
“EVERYONE! Up against the wall, squat and cough!” The annoyingly important man spoke, and every naked man in the room, reluctantly turned around, walked to the wall and put their cuffed hands up against it to ready themselves for the search, except Vincent.
“NO!” he finally spoke, something he hadn’t done since he confessed to all his murders “I am NOT doing that, you cannot force me!” He said while walking over to the shorter man who just gave him an amused smirk.
Vincent was about to continue talking, but he was grabbed by two guards, pulled to the wall and forced to squat down, his dignity now rolling in its newly dug grave, and he scolded himself internally for even attempting anything so stupid.
Now the other inmates probably saw him as a weak man, someone who they’d be able to walk right over and make their Bitch.
“NOW! Are you done with your show Mr Whittman or are you gonna cry when we give you the jumpsuits?” The guard spoke, amusement in his voice as other inmates were heard softly snickering, all Vincent could muster was a grumble, he would kill this man if that was the last thing he ever did.
Vincent was forced to turn around, and handed a folded up piece of orange, such ugly colour, such awful fabric.
The group was once more lead naked into a different room where they got uncuffed and given just about two minutes to put their clothes on, unluckily for Vincent, his acquired taste of good fancy suits, got him only in boxers when the time was up, and the down right disgusting blonde found it hilarious to not give him more time to get dressed.
“Oh come on Michael, let him-” The guard was cut off by the one Vincent hated “-No, he knew the rules, and he will have to live with his consequences” Michael smirked darkly and the guards reluctantly cuffed the half naked Vincent, gave him his clothes along with the toiletries and folded sheets, before forcing him to walk with the rest of the inmates.
Vincent thought he was done being humiliated, he’d never really watched any prison shows or media, and always used his brother as an excuse when he was asked to talk about it on the news, so he had no idea of what actually awaited him.
And when he realised, he froze up, which didn’t help because he was now last in line, and all the eyes of cellblock H were on Vincent and his naked body.
For the first time in his life, Vincent hated the eyes gawking at him, something he’d killed to get was now turned into something he’d kill to lose. His breathing began to stagger as he was made to move through the block, unluckily, his cell was the furthest one from the entrance, and Michael gladly pushed the man around slowly, to humiliate him as much as possible.
By the time he was finally by the cell door, Vincent was doing his best to keep down a panic attack, something he hasn’t had since childhood.
“Alright Whittman, funs over, hope you now understand who’s in charge and who isn’t” the wretched guard beamed, before unlocking his cuffs “Your cellmate is here somewhere, hurt him, and I'll kill you in a heart beat” the guard said, the last part bleeding out through his breath, so low only Vincent was able to hear and with that, the guard began to walk away.
Stood half naked and afraid in a room full of gawking men was something Vincent couldn’t have imagined being on his bingo card for prison, and thus, when his door opened behind him, he spun around and rushed inside, falling flat on his face over another short man, this one down right tiny.
“Fucking hell this couldn’t get any worse” Vincent thought while not really moving away from his cellmate
“Could you get your crotch off my face please” The inmate said, uninterested, before just ending up pushing the stunned Vincent off of him and standing up, but instead of talking to Vincent, maybe helping him up or asking if he was okay, the tiny man's audacity was shown, and he left the cell, closing their door behind him.
Finally… Vincent was alone.
For the first time in years, he walked to a corner, sank down against it and just hugged himself. He didn’t care that the room was cold, or unusually dark for such a fluorescent place, all he did was softly cry into his arms, his cold naked arms.
His glasses started to fog and get dirty by the saltwater leaving his eyeducts, but why should he care, why should he care about anything in his life anymore, nobody else clearly did so why should he.
He didn’t hear when his door opened, all he could hear was his heartbeat and semi loud crying… until
“Hey there ducky” A soft, gentle voice spoke from in front of him and he looked up, but he couldn’t really see anything but a figure, a small one, small and possibly blonde.
“Michael won’t do that again” he reassured, gently taking the glasses from Vincent and doing.. something with them.
The fellow inmate placed the glasses back on Vincent’s face, he had the softest fingers he’d ever felt, sending soft shivers down Vincent's spine.
The face he saw was that of a smiling, adorable little blonde, who looked way too similar to that wretched Michael, but that smile made Vincent’s worries go away almost instantly, and all he wanted was to cry on the short man's shoulders.
The man was white as snow, except for his red cheeks, he wore his jumpsuit buttoned down and tied around his waist, and his white t-shirt underneath looked grey and old thanks to the speckles of blood on it.
Vincent looked at the inmates knuckles and realised, they had blood on them
“Did… are you hurt?” he asked, unable to fathom the idea of this adorable man being in the slammer for something violent
“No, I punched Michael” The man laughed softly “I know he just wanted to bring you down from your pedestal, but having you walk around in just boxers is not okay” He chuckled, and Vincent felt how his heart skipped a beat, this tiny man punched a correctional officer for him.
The man snickered gently “Vox never told me how cute you were when you got confused” He smiled and gently wiped away the tears from Vincent's cheeks
“How about we get you dressed?” The man suggested and handed Vincent his ugly orange jumpsuit “And then I can show you around the unit” He added kindly “bet your brother is happy to have you here” he said, not knowing what Vincent knew, the suggestion of Victor ever being happy to have Vincent around made him feel like he was falling down a dark pit.
“How about I get to know your name instead and we just never ever leave this room” Vincent suggested, slowly starting to put on the scratchy and baggy outfit he’d wear for life, he didn’t feel as safe when he wasn’t hugging himself, but knew he couldn’t stay naked in a dark, damp corner forever.
The man chuckled softly and stood up “It’s Lucifer Morningstar” He said, and Vincent couldn’t help himself but to burst out laughing, this was the man his brother had gushed about every time he visited, which wasn’t a lot, the place giving Vincent anxiety due to the way he climbed his career ladder, but every time, Victor, or Vox as he wants to be called now, always somehow was able to make the conversation about himself, Lucifer and this gang he’d started with a pimp and influencer CO.
“What?” Lucifer asked, it was now his turn to be adorably confused “Did you cover my arrest or something?” He asked, which, yes, Vincent had done, but he’d done that for a few inmates in here, his excuse of an inmate brother didn’t always get him off from doing his job.
“No no, Vic has just always talked about you, it's like he has a crush or something, and now im the one who gets to bunk with ya” He laughed, at least this revelation made him not as uncomfortable.
Lucifer chuckled softly “okay Vin, lets go outside, reclaim some of your dignity! My brother won’t make you walk half naked again, although I did like the sight” he smirked softly and took hold of Vincent’s hand, pulling him towards the door with ease “And im sure most of the people in here did too” He chuckled and opened the door, pulling Vincent out to a prison unit filled with silence, nobody cared… which made Vincent happy, maybe they’d forgotten.
“hey there lil bro” Vincent heard from ahead of him, seeing his older brother, by two years, walk up to them “Seems like crime runs in the family huh” he laughed and ruffled his hair, something Victor knew Vincent hated
“Well, Victor” Vincent said, spite in his voice, using his birth name as revenge for messing up the hair “At least I didn’t get into a bar fight with a cop when i got arrested” he smirked, teasing his brother over how his pretty face had been hurt in the fight by softly pointing to his blue eye.
This movement caused Vox to growl “Well at least I'll actually get out of here and continue my work, mr lifer” He spat, his words bleeding with hatred
Vincent assumed Vox was looking for a fight, and in a normal scenario he would jump him in a second, but something happened, something was wrong.
He looked down and his hands were shaking, it was as if his bones were the ones scared, and the more he looked at his hands, the more it spread, soon his chest was shaking, shivering as if he was in a blizzard dressed in nothing but shorts and he could hear how his brother was talking, but he couldn’t make out a word said, all he could do was slowly sink to the ground again, and feel the vibrations of… something… happening with his brother and Lucifer, he heard the voices, felt the force used, but nothing made sense anymore, it was as if his brain was breaking.
And then, an ear piercing scream broke his bubble, shocking him that he was not the one to make it.
instantly he looked in front of him, and he saw it, the reason for his brother's scream was Lucifer, the tiny man red with fury as he bit down on Vox’s arm hard, and Vincent had to do something fast.
adrenaline shot through his veins as he stood up almost too fast, rushing over to the two and doing his best to pull Lucifer off, the jumpsuit’s arm, now crimson red, ripping away when he finally got Lucifer off.
The tiny man in Vincent’s arms spat it out and began to squirm, clearly mad about the way Vox had acted towards his cellmate.
“Hey hey, calm down Lucifer or you’ll get punished” Vincent said, worry seething through his voice as he spoke, curses… he sounded kinda pathetic, but Lucifer sounded Hot when he growled curses at the horrified CEO laying bleeding on the floor.
Vincent thought for only a split second, before he put Lucifer in their cell and closed the door, hoping the low key hot man was gonna stay while he walked to his brother.
“I uh…” He said, and Vox nodded in agreement “Yep” was all he said before Vincent helped him up from the ground
“Maybe I took it a bit far this time-” Vox mumbled softly, which shocked Vincent. Prison seemed to be changing his brother for the better, or maybe it was the shock of being attacked by his cellmate, Vincent wasn’t really sure.
“thanks-” Vincent said awkwardly “i uh… care to show me around? Lucifer was gonna, but I kinda hope he just stays in the cell and calms down.. I don’t wanna be alone in there tonight and maybe the guards won't take him away if he does” Vincent said awkwardly and his brother chuckled “Sure, this just means i get to show you the Vees!” He said excitedly “Although Val is in the hole again so, maybe not” He sighed softly “And now Lucifer is like, pissed off at me for talking about what a disgrace yo—” His brother just had to ruin it, like so many times before
“--You know what, I’m gonna go see if Lucifer is okay” Vincent said, before turning around and entering their cell again, once more feeling defeated and ruined.
