| Christopher Kettle-Corn had been chained up in the Urbex Criminally Insane Asylum for the Mentally Unstable for the last 39,842 years. Tod was the janitor of Urbex, and had had an incurable attraction to Mr. Kettle-Corn's cell; the homogeneous inhabitants of the Asylum were dull to her, but Mr. Kettle-Corn was different. Every night she could hear him humming softly to himself all of Elvis Presley's songs, in order of release and then again by popularity. The cell door was a thick metal, with only a 4 inch wide/tall opening with bars to look into, but no light had entered that cage for the past 39,842 years; it was impossible to see anything within. Every evening she would purposely sweep the dirt floor just a little longer than necessary in front of his cell, trying to work up the courage to speak to him, but random events kept on hindering her attempts. Tod knew she had 37 hour shifts per day and couldnt afford to waste a second of her cleaning, but she often indulged herself to straying near his cell, and wondering what crimes and mysteries lay behind it. |
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| One day, she could wait suppress her curiosity no longer. Sir
? She called out in a shaky voice. Immediately, the whistling stopped. A scaley, rasping voice crawled out of the cell bars like tortured spiders, causing goosebumps to prickle up Tods spine. Who disturbs my musical tribute to The King, it growled in furious indignation, causing Tod to cower behind her broom. Tis but a simple Janitor, sir, she whimpered. Oh, well now thats quite alright! Mr. Kettle-Corns voice brightened up considerably. Tod relaxed, and they were soon deep in conversation. |
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| And you just wouldn't believe what Sally did, that brat... | |
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| Over the next weeks that followed, Tod and Mr. Kettle-Corn became close friends, with Tod telling Mr. Kettle-Corn every secret and frustration of her life. Eventually, with Tod being a needy and selfish Janitor, she asked if she could see Mr. Kettle-Corn. Mr. Kettle-Corn agreed wholeheartedly, but only if Tod promised to only ask for the key to his cell and of nothing else. Tod, in high spirits, immediately booked it down to the Key Keepers office with promises to see Mr. Kettle-Corn that night. Once arriving at the key keepers desk, she went a bit off script, just out of curiosity. Why was Mr. Kettle-Corn arrested? she asked. |
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| Mr. Kettle-Corn? Why, I remember the day he was brought into this place. He had been indicted of having the ability to feed off of petty emotions and memories of others, using them as a fuel to eventually take over their soul. Creepy, right? Good thing he died 54 years ago. | |
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