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"So you understand why we're here, right?" The young man with black hair said in a stern manor. His composure was immaculate, yet across from him sat a twisted psychopath. "I uh, well I y'know it's uh, heheh you know I'm not really great at these kind of situations." A light shone down on Jerma, he was being interrogated for crime only he does not know he committed. Perhaps it was amnesia, perhaps he convinced himself of innocent. For whatever reason, it seemed like for this moment alone, HE was the only one who wasn't crazy.
The young man reclined in his chair, the stern expression replaced with a smug grin, the harsh lighting catching his cheekbones, making him look particularly gaunt. "Ignorance will only help you so long Jeremy, or should I say... Jerma." Jerma froze, a wave of memories washing over him. Twitch streams, cancelled twitch streams, funny faces, weird sounds.
"That's right, you remember" Timothée said, clearly noticing the shift in Jerma's demeanor. "You're the sus guy."
"Sus... guy?" Jerma chuckled nervously. "Please, Timmy, I don't know what you're talking about."
"So you know who I am. See, there we go. It isn't so hard after all."
"Look, I swear. I don't know anything about Among Us. I've never played it in my life. I've NEVER been the imposter."
Jerma quivered, shrinking into himself. "Please, you have to believe me! They took my face without my consent. I never asked to be a meme! You would know what that was like."
Timothée took to his feet and begun to pace rhythmically. His eyes shone with disinterest. In fact, the lean brunette man seemed to be more interested by the décor of the room surrounding him than Jerma.
The silence stretched between them, Timothée only occasionally casting his eyes towards Jerma to check his demeanor. Jerma become more visibly distressed by the minute, how long had he been here? He had already lost track of time.
"How, How long are you going to keep me here?"
"As long as it takes to get a confession Jeremy."
"But Look I didn't-"
"I see people like you in here everyday Jeremy" Timothée starts, cutting off Jerma mid sentence
"But you're not listenin-"
"And everyday I help put those people behind bars. Sick, twisted individuals like yourself were never designed for our society."
Jerma twitched nervously in his seat, the handcuffs around his wrists feeling tighter by the minute
"Please, It was out of my control. I didn't have any say in it. You have to believe me!"
"The funny thing is Jeremy, I don't. Put him back in his cell boys."
"Wait, please! NO!"