Alhanalem

Last night at work was interesting. I spent most of my shift doing returns and going, "where the fuck is this??" I know the store underwent a remodel but for the most part I've got it figured out. But there was some stuff I just couldn't find no matter how hard I looked. One product had a blurb on it from someone who I guess is the CEO or something and the guy's name was Dietrich. Next thing I know I've got a man named Dietrich Von Rofenhopper in my head and I'm going," who the hell is Dietrich Von Rofenhopper and what the fuck is he doing in my head?" Apparently, he's a mad scientist. Yeah. So now I have a mad scientist muse. Lovely.

The prison was eerily silent as the Troll stepped out of his cell. He looked to his left then to his right. The lights were out and he could hear the rain thumping heavily on the stone walls of the old building. He knew it was lights out but there was always a light from the corridor that led to the rest of the building and the general area of the block with the guard station down the corridor to his right.  There was no sounds except  for the sounds of the storm and the ticking of the clock in at the guard station ,which was always quite loud. Adding to his confusion was the fact that his door was unlocked.  The Troll , called Hopscotch, b

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