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The HoldersThe HoldersThe Holders by ~fatowlbert
In any city, in any country, there's a mental institution or halfway house you can try any of these in. There were 2538 of these, but 2000 were lost. They must never come together. Ever.
Holder of the End
In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house in you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls himself "The Holder of the End". Should a look of child-like fear come over the workers face, you will then be taken to a cell in the building. It will be in a deep hidden section of the building. All you will hear is the sound of someone talking to themselves echo the halls. It is in a language that you will not understand, but your very soul will feel unspeakable fear.
Should the talking stop at any time, STOP and QUICKLY say aloud "I'm just passing through, I wish to talk." If you still hear silence, flee. Leave, do not stop for anything, do not go home, don't stay at an inn, just keep moving,
Step Two. . . Improvise.They had left him home once again and as usual, the Lion Tamarin was bored out of his mind. He didn't think it was fair that Jetice and Levitucus got to leave the house everyday to mingle with the rest of the world. Even after they stated they needed to get jobs, he still felt it was unfair.Step Two. . . Improvise. by ~MeAsTheNarrator
Giovanni sauntered down the hall of the small house, yawning as he continued along to no true place of interest. His frame soon came to a halt in front of Jetice's room as his eyes trailed down the sides of the wall and over to the doorknob. It wasn't long before a grin appeared over his face. He recalled the days Jetice would yell at Leviticus for not wanting him to enter the room. He also remembered when he caught Leviticus snooping around in there- but the man stated it was for "cleaning" purposes. Maybe Giovanni could go "clean" too?
He quickly jiggled the handle to the door, realizing that it was stiff and with each push the door didn't open. A sigh escaped from his lips
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