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"Again."
Ranboo frowned.
"When a detective interviews you," Sneeg started.
"Demand a lawyer," the teen whispered.
"No matter what happened, or what you do-"
"Say nothing, don't plead guilty."
"Ranboo," Sneeg sighed, "The tapes are weird. And I know something is a little off with them. I believe you- but you took this too far. We can't support you like this."
"I know."
"No- you don't understand. You took a human life."
"In my defense-"
"Save it for a lawyer."
Ranboo was silent for a few more minutes. Sneeg had nothing to do with the police anymore, but Ranboo said that he wouldn't say anything without talking to him first.
"It was the entity. I've thought it over."
"Were not talking about this-"
"I saw it on the jacket! The-"
"Enough! I said this had gone too far and I meant it."
"But I know I'm right! It wasn't my fault!"
"A judge won't believe that!"
"I'd rather rot in jail knowing the truth then blind and dull like all of you are!" Ranboo screamed, slammimg his fists on the table. "You-"
"All of this is being recorded-"
"I DON'T FUCKING CARE! NOBODY BELIEVES ME AND NOBODY IS ON MY SIDE! IF I HAVE TO DO THIS MYSELF I WILL!"
Sneeg said nothing, leaving the slightly unhinged Ranboo huffing and shuffling around the constricted room at the lack of reaction.
"We are on your side, Ranboo, you're the only one who isn't." Sneeg said finally before leaving.
Ranboo stood in silence before he screamed in rage and attempted to punch the one sided mirror, only receiving a sickening crack from his knuckles. He slumped over in the corner, holding his broken hand and sobbing with anger and betrayal. This didn't seem real. This couldn't be real. It was so not real that when a pair of officers came in he tried to charge out the door, screaming and kicking his way through. He didn't make if very far.
He continued to babble in the corner during the attempted interview, sobbing out "I want a lawyer", "it wasn't my fault", and "none of you understand" over and over again, a couple of times getting violent and demanding he get the tapes. If he wasn't going to jail for murder, he was deffentetly doing time for assaulting an officer. There was no way out of this. He didn't move when asked to go to the holding cell, he refused water, food, medical help, and he was not saying anything useful.
"The kid's crazy," One of the officers mumbled outside of the viewing room, another nodding in agreement. He picked up a bag containing evidence, specifically three cassette tapes. As soon as he did, the teen perked up, but only slightly. He looked it over before one of his fellow officers gasped.
He looked up.