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// Story: Exploring the Castle 
// by Dragonfire2lm 
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Henry turned around and walked back into the broom closet, but there was nothing there, no choice to make, path to follow, and no reason to remain inside it. And yet, Henry remained, flitting around the closet without a care in the world, doing absolutely nothing useful or remotely interesting. There wasn't even anything useful to steal, just brooms, mops and chemicals that could kill someone if left out in a poorly ventilated room.

The world's most boring deathtrap, except it wasn't even that because Henry wasn't even fiddling with the bottles. He was done poking around and was simply standing in the middle of the closet. 

Henry?

You okay buddy?

You want a hug?

I could play the distraction dance music? You like that. 

Oh, I get it, this is just for the reference isn't it? This is a man named Henry and he's now in a broom cupboard... What? Closet sounds weird, There are just some words you don't say or think with my accent... No Henry, I don't know what my accent is either. I only called it a broom closet because of the reference, I didn't even plan for this to go as off the rails as it did.

You want to stay in there? Okay.

Henry decided to remain in the relative safety and calm quiet of the small broom closet, no danger, no stress, and maybe when he felt up to it, Henry would poke his head out and see what else this place had to offer.



FAIL

Guess I'll wait for you to leave...

>Retry