Serenity

I shouldn’t be so mean. I really like Hector. I do, really! …Sadly, I love to make him the rational one who can’t figure anything out (much like Leon…xD) Enjoy Please? Pretty please? –smile- Oh yes, and that room made me fall down and laugh my butt off.

The devil forgemaster looked the room up and down quizzically for the hundredth time. Perhaps this was an

illusion. A mere trick of the light. Maybe he was going crazy? Surely Isaac must have put it there to mess

with him. And that colourful glowy…thingy in the middle of the room was starting to scare him. He took a

deep breath and checked off everything he saw, just to make sure. A room. A big room. A big room full

of…chairs. Big chairs, small chairs, chairs on wheels, oak chairs, light wood chairs, dark wood chairs, and

all kinds of chairs in between. In the middle of the room, a desk. A nice, cherry wood desk with something

that looked like a metal book with a glaring white screen. He sighed and shut the door,

“I need a psychiatrist.”