Imagine.... ❓❤️

You slowly rose your head with a grunt, feeling like someone had beat you numerous times as your eyes came to adjust to your surroundings, panic slowly starting to set in. Where are you...? Better yet, who left you like this? And why...?

"Hello (Y/N). I'm so glad you're finally joining the party. It took you a very long time." You heard a dark chuckle from behind you as your heart raced from the voice, already knowing who it was. Edward Nygma. Oh great. He's come to get you because he knows that you know what he's been up to. Murder.

"Ed. What's going on?! Why am I tied up?" Suddenly, he came around the chair like a whirlwind to face you, placing both his hands on the arm rests of the chair, his face inches from yours as a glare came to his eyes, your breathing going ragged.

"Oh you know why Miss (Y/L/N). And I can't have you running around, telling Jimbo there any of my business. So I must keep a close eye on you. Kill you? No.... But I could always keep you tied up right here, just watching you squirm." He smirked a little at your wide-eyed stare, suddenly laughing as he stood straight, sending you a little wink.

So this is what you get for being curious. You get tied to a chair by Edward Nygma, possibly facing getting tortured by some new riddle contraption he comes up with. Oh dear...